I WONDER if I could ever convey to anotherto you, for instance, reader dearthe tender and terrible realities of such cases, (many, many happend,) as the one I am now going to mention. Stewart C. Glover, company E, 5th Wisconsinwas wounded May 5, in one of those fierce tussles of the Wildernessdied May 21aged about 20. He was a small and beardless young mana splendid soldierin fact almost an ideal American, of his age. He had servd nearly three years, and would have been entitled to his discharge in a few days. He was in Hancocks corps. The fighting had about ceasd for the day, and the general commanding the brigade rode by and calld for volunteers to bring in the wounded. Glover responded among the firstwent out gaylybut while in the act of bearing in a wounded sergeant to our lines, was shot in the knee by a rebel sharpshooter; consequence, amputation and death. He had resided with his father, John Glover, an aged and feeble man, in Batavia, Genesee country, N. but was at school in Wisconsin, after the war broke out, and there enlistedsoon took to soldier-life, liked it, was very manly, was belovd by officers and comrades. He kept a little diary, like so many of the soldiers. On the day of his death he wrote the following in it, to-day the doctor says I must dieall is over with meah, so young to die. On another blank leaf he pencilld to his brother, dear brother Thomas, I have been brave but wickedpray for me.