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field of battle, unable to move from among the feet of trampling horses; when my wounds stiffened in the chilly night air, and no man cared for my soul, I have thought it was no more than just, since my own hand had dealt the same violence to others, perhaps inflicted even keener anguish than that which was appointed to me.

But the greatest evil of a soldier's life, is not the hardship to which he is exposed, or the wounds he may sustain, but the sin with which he is surrounded, and made familiar. Oaths, imprecations and contempt for every thing sacred, are the elements of his trade. All the sweet and holy influences of the sabbath, and the precepts of the gospel impress-