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grandfather, "this is bread cast upon the waters that 

 has returned to us." " How nice," cried little Minnie,, 

 "that it cameback to us a watermelon, and not bread. ' r 



In the Spring of 1863, yielding to the solicitations 

 of his family, he permitted them to cheer his soli- 

 tude in Charleston, from May until July. One day 

 in July, a fragment of a shell passed over his garden 

 and lodged in an out-building near by. Forthwith 

 he decided that his family should again take refuge 

 with his friends in Columbia. 



In August, after a laborious day in the hos- 

 pitals, he was found before the door of one of 

 his parishioners, lying insensible in his buggy 

 perhaps his sagacious old horse had stopped there. 

 He was carried into the house, and tenderly cared 

 for. In haste a physician was summoned, and a 

 telegram sent to Columbia. Mrs. Bach man gathered 

 strength to accompany his daughters to Charleston. 

 Soon he recovered sufficiently to be removed to Co- 

 lumbia. There he rallied quickly, and, in a few 

 weeks, was again in Charleston, ministering to the 

 sick and dying. 



In December of this year, we find him again, for a 

 brief season, with his family in Columbia, resting 

 from arduous labors and rejoicing in the happiness 

 of his little grandchildren. As usual, at the children's 

 festival, Christmas verses were prepared for the oc- 

 casion by Mrs. Bachman : 



" Old Santa Claus, a merry wight, 

 Is far away in sorry plight, 

 Compelled to stay in Yankee land, 

 Because his wares are contraband ; 



