h dignifies our common humanity.
Want of space compels me to pass by altogether other illustrations of the genuineness of these revivals, and to cull only a few of the hundreds of incidents I have, showing how these men met the king of terrors.
A noble fellow who fell at Gaines's Mill, the 27th of June, 1862, said to comrades who offered to bear him to the rear: No!
I die. Tell my parents I die happy.
On! on to victory!
Jesus is with me, and will give me all the help I need.
John Anderson, of Company C, Thirteenth Virginia Regiment, who was mortally wounded at Second Manassas, gave me, when I told him that the surgeons said that he could only live an hour, many messages to loved ones, which they have cherished as a precious legacy, and among others sent this to his father: Tell father that it would be very hard to die here on the roadside, away from home and loved ones, but for the fact that I have with me the Friend that sticketh closer than a brother, and He makes it al