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George C. Burmeister diary, 1862
1862-04-27 -- 1862-04-28
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Sun. 27. After dressing myself I and Albert Sibley, started for Overmann's Church, where we arrived in good season and heard an admirable sermon, on the way thither we met an Irish woman lying by the road side apparently in great pain, she said she had the cramps, we started off to look for a physician, but could find none, finally we saw Mr.Canon, whom I told the case, he very willingly furnished us with some medicine to relieve the poor woman's sufferings. We hastened to her, Albert got my tumbler with water and I administered a good dose of the medicine to her, after which she seemed to feel a little better, I left the medicine and tumbler with her, telling her to put the tumbler in a certain place when she got ready to leave, she promised to do so but ah, how many promises are wantonly broken in life, as we returned from Church, the Irishwoman had left with the tumbler. Thus it often happens that a feeling man's benevolence is rewarded with ingratitude and loss. Mon. 28. The river is rising rapidly. The telegraph announces the capture of New Orleans by our troops. Three Cheers for the glorious news. I sat up with Mr. Patten, at a wounded Lieutenants bedside at the Eichelberger Hotel.
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Sun. 27. After dressing myself I and Albert Sibley, started for Overmann's Church, where we arrived in good season and heard an admirable sermon, on the way thither we met an Irish woman lying by the road side apparently in great pain, she said she had the cramps, we started off to look for a physician, but could find none, finally we saw Mr.Canon, whom I told the case, he very willingly furnished us with some medicine to relieve the poor woman's sufferings. We hastened to her, Albert got my tumbler with water and I administered a good dose of the medicine to her, after which she seemed to feel a little better, I left the medicine and tumbler with her, telling her to put the tumbler in a certain place when she got ready to leave, she promised to do so but ah, how many promises are wantonly broken in life, as we returned from Church, the Irishwoman had left with the tumbler. Thus it often happens that a feeling man's benevolence is rewarded with ingratitude and loss. Mon. 28. The river is rising rapidly. The telegraph announces the capture of New Orleans by our troops. Three Cheers for the glorious news. I sat up with Mr. Patten, at a wounded Lieutenants bedside at the Eichelberger Hotel.
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