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longer, and hold thou me up till I reach the home where I was born, that I may die there, and be buried by the side of my father and my mother, and I will ask no more."
The sick and penitent soldier, labored hard for the hope of salvation. He felt that there was much to be changed in his soul, ere it could be fitted for the holy enjoyments of a realm of purity and peace. He prayed, and wept, and studied the scriptures, and conversed with good men.
"Brother," he would say, "you have been a man of peace. In the quiet occupations of husbandry, you have served God, and loved your neighbour. You have been merciful to the animal crea-