Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

exercises was suspended, and the halls of learning
were appropriated to the sick and dying officers of
the army. To enjoy such accommodations was
esteemed a great favor. But these rooms were so
much crowded, and such was the want of proper
aid, that the air within every part of the building,
occupied was like a pestilential solvent for
everything that passed into it. In one of these
rooms, Mr. Miller was confined for several days
after he was taken sick. As soon, however, as the
tidings of his sickness reached Poultney, his wife
resolved to place herself at his bed-side with as
little delay as possible. An anxious and hurried
ride, in an open wagon, brought her to witness such
a scene of suffering and death as she had not before
known. She found her husband quite as
comfortable as she expected; but on entering his
apartment, she saw that the prospect of help for
him, and of escape for herself, was about equally
dark. But what could she do? He could not be taken
home; she was among strangers, and all that the
generosity of the inhabitants could furnish, which
was nobly brought forward, was needed to meet the
common demand. Most providentially, there was
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