oOO John Bachman. 



!saw him to-day on crutches walking ahout. The 

 young man is both brave and talented. He is one 

 of the few men who has read his own obituary. * * 

 My friend, the Rev. J. B. Davis of Staunton, Vir- 

 ginia, is with me. Two days hence he is to take on 

 for me another car-load of army supplies, then I 

 .shall be alone again, and it would be a charity for 

 you to come and keep my company — for here I am, 

 '' Monarcli of all T survey " — come to me. 



Dr. Bachman, in all his letters of this date, alludes 

 to the prolonged illness of his grandson, John JFas- 

 kell, which resulted in lameness for life. During 

 these years of extreme suffering, the bond of affec- 

 tion between himself and grandson was daily more 

 firmly riveted. His quick eye saw that the soul, as 

 well as the body of the young sufferer, needed to be 

 healed, ^hmy times during the day he passed 

 through the little gate that led from his vegetable 

 garden into his son-in-law's yard. Eagerly the sick 

 boy watched for his coming. " No one,'' he said 

 afterwards, '' was ever able to draw me out of my- 

 self and my sufferings, as grandfather did." 



During the Spring of 18G2, the hospitals in 

 ( 'harle.ston, were crowded to overflowing. Measles 

 had broken out among the soldiers on the coast. 

 One day Dr. Bachman announced to his family, that 

 on his rounds in the hospitals he had found two 

 young men from the up-country, whose parents 

 were not unknown to him, ill with measles. He had 

 promised that, if possible, the}^ should be nursed in 

 his own home. At the moment lie had not remem- 

 bered his little grandchildren. In this dilemma, 



