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Died of the Wounds.
- We learn that since the wounded Federal prisoners have arrived here, seventeen
have died, despite of the utmost care and attention which could be bestowed on
them. ‘Tis hoped that, “after life’s fitful fever, they sleep well.”
There is no evidence that they repented of their wickedness, but ‘tis to be
hoped they did. The reflection that they lost their lives in attempting to
enslave a free people, at the bidding of a remorseless and fiendish tyrant, is
not calculated to make their memories pleasant. It is rather a melancholy sort
of pleasure for their surviving relatives to think of the fact that their lives
were sacrificed in unholy and wicked strife against our rights, and that they
sought Death when he did not seek them.
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