<h3>NOTHING LIKE PRAYER--BUT PRAISE.</h3>
<p>In 1862, the President suffered "an affliction harder to bear than
the war!" His son Willie (William, next to one that died in infancy)
was carried off by typhoid fever, under the presidential roof; and
another, "Tad," (Thomas, who actually lived to be twenty and passed
away in Illinois) was given up by the physicians. At this crisis Miss
Dix, daughter of the general famous for his order: "If any one offers
to pull down the American flag, shoot him on the spot," recommended
an army nurse, Mrs. Rebecca R. Pomeroy. She was a born succorer, pious
and fortifying. She came reluctantly to the important errand, as she
had to leave a wardful of wounded soldiers. She had lost many of her
family, and was able to comfort from gaging the affectionate father's
grief. She led him to pray in his double racking of bad war news and
the domestic distress.</p>
<p>On next seeing him and that he was less grieved, for news of the Fort
Donaldson surrender to General Grant arrived in the meantime, she
hastened to say:</p>
<p>"There is nothing like prayer, Mr. President!"</p>
<p>"Yes, there is: Praise! Prayer and praise must go together!"</p>
<p>THE END.
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