EVERY now and then, in hospital or camp, there are beings I meetspecimens of unworldliness, disinterestedness, and animal purity and heroismperhaps some unconscious Indianian, or from Ohio or Tennesseeon whose birth the calmness of heaven seems to have descended, and whose gradual growing up, whatever the circumstances of work-life or change, or hardship, or small or no education that attended it, the power of a strange spiritual sweetness, fibre and inward health, have also attended. Something veild and abstracted is often a part of the manners of these beings. I have met them, I say, not seldom in the army, in camp, and in the hospitals. The Western regiments contain many of them. They are often young men, obeying the events and occasions about them, marching, soldiering, fighting, foraging, cooking, working on farms or at some trade before the warunaware of their own nature, (as to that, who is aware of his own nature?) their companions only understanding that they are different from the rest, more silent, something odd about them, and apt to go off and meditate and must in solitude.