Frau Simon joined the Prussian surgeon at the
castle where the majority of the wounded were
lying. Doctor Bresser undertook to visit other
localities in the village and I joined him to pursue
my search. The Doctor had discovered that Fred-
erick was not at the castle.
We had scarce gone a hundred rods when a loud
cry of distress fell upon our ears. We pressed for-
ward into the open door of the little church from
which the sound seemed to come. About a hun-
dred men lay upon the hard stone pavement —
severely wounded and mangled. With feverish and
wandering eyes they cried and begged for water.
Almost fainting with terror I sought through the
rows for Frederick — he was not there. Bresser
and his attendants went to work among them; I
leaned on a side altar and looked with inexpressible
horror upon this scene of suffering.
And this was the temple of the God of eternal
Love, these were the wonder-working saints whose
images around the walls and in the niches piously
folded their hands and lifted their heads under
their halo of glory?

" O Mother of God, dear Mother of God, a drop
of water! Have mercy!" I heard a poor soldier cry.
He might have vainly called upon the painted im-
age to all eternity. O miserable men, until you
obey the law of love which God has stamped upon
your hearts, you vainly petition for the love of God.
So long as cruelty among you is unsubdued, you
have little to hope from Heaven's compassion.
