he had gone before, a few weeks prior to his death—in that brighter, better home above, where war's rude alarms never disturb, and loved ones never part.
The fears of that Christian mother, as her boy left the parental roof to encounter the peculiar temptations of soldier life, were the fears of our wisest and best men. Armies had been hitherto regarded as decidedly demoralizing, and it had passed into a proverb: The worse the man the better the soldier, against which the examples of Hedley Vickars, Havelock, Colonel Gardiner and other Christian soldiers were cited in vain.
It is not for a moment denied that these fears were well-founded, and that as a rule the influence of an army is demoralizing.
Its very object is to destroy life, and its scenes of carnage unquestionably tend, if not properly used, to blunt the moral perceptions, and harden in iniquity.
And, then, absence from the influences of home and church, and the restraints of society, coupled with the common idea that