and express his satisfaction in the opportunities for study he enjoyed at Cambridge.  He was a dark, still, slender person, always with a trance-like remoteness, a mystic dreaminess of manner, such as I never saw in any other youth.  Whether he heard with difficulty, or whether his mind reacted slowly on an alien thought, I could not say; but his answer would often be behind time, and then a vague, sweet smile, or a few words spoken under his breath, as if he had been trained in sick men’s chambers.  For such a young man, seemingly destined for the inner life of contemplation, to be a soldier seemed almost unnatural.  Yet he spoke to me of his intention to offer himself to his country, and his blood must now be reckoned among the precious sacrifices which will make her soil sacred forever.  Had he lived, I doubt not that he would have redeemed the rare promise of his earlier years.  He has done better, for he has died that unborn generations may attain the hopes held out to our nation and to mankind.

So, then, I had been within ten miles of the place where my wounded soldier was lying, and then calmly turned my back upon him to come once more round by a journey of three or four hundred miles to the same region I had left!  No mysterious attraction warned me that the heart warm with the same blood as mine was throbbing so near my own.  I thought of that lovely, tender passage where Gabriel glides unconsciously by Evangeline upon the great river.  Ah, me! if that railroad crash had been a few hours earlier, we two should never have met again, after coming so close to each other!

The source of my repeated disappointments was soon made clear enough.  The Captain had gone to Hagerstown, intending to take the cars at once for Philadelphia, as his three friends actually did, and as I took it for granted he certainly would.  But as he walked languidly along, some ladies saw him across the street, and seeing, were moved with pity, and pitying, spoke such soft words that he was tempted to accept their invitation and rest awhile beneath their hospitable roof.  The mansion was old, as the dwellings of gentlefolks should be; the ladies were some of them young, and all were full of kindness; there were gentle cares, and unasked luxuries, and pleasant talk, and music-sprinklings from the piano, with a sweet voice to keep them company,—­and all this after the swamps of the Chickahominy, the mud and flies of Harrison’s Landing, the dragging marches, the desperate battles, the fretting wound, the jolting ambulance, the log-house, and the rickety milk—­cart!  Thanks, uncounted thanks to the angelic ladies whose charming attentions detained him from Saturday to Thursday, to his great advantage and my infinite bewilderment!  As for his wound, how could it do otherwise than well under such hands?  The bullet had gone smoothly through, dodging everything but a few nervous branches, which would come right in time and leave him as well as ever.