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John Lipscomb Johnson (search for this): chapter 8
een killed, two were wounded and one was a prisoner, so that there were only three left for me to baptize. The alacrity with which the men went to work to build chapels may be cited as an illustration of their eagerness to hear the Gospel. When we went into winter-quarters along the Manassas lines in the winter of 1861-62, a few of the commands had well constructed chapels. I think the first one was built in the Seventeenth Virginia Regiment, of which my old university friend, Rev. John L. Johnson (now the distinguished Professor of English in the University of Mississippi), was chaplain. There was one also in the Tenth Virginia Infantry, of which Rev. S. S. Lambeth, of the Virginia Methodist Conference, was chaplain. In the Thirteenth Virginia Infantry we had a chapel and parsonage under the same roof, and a well-selected circulating library, which proved a great comfort and blessing to the men. Down on the Rappahannock the next winter there were a still larger number of cha
Fremont (search for this): chapter 8
ve years, not a few bright faces who used to join in those precious meetings, who were soon after striking golden harps as they joined the celestial choir. I recollect that we had very large congregations at Winchester, after Banks had been driven across the Potomac, on the call of our Christian leader to the thanksgiving service which he was accustomed to appoint after each victory—that we had a very large gathering at Strasburg, while Ewell's Division was in line of battle to keep back Fremont until all of Jackson's troops could pass the threatened point—and that on that whole campaign I never found the men too weary to assemble promptly for the evening service. Indeed, we accustomed ourselves to make sermons on the march to preach when we should go into bivouac in the evening, and, while in some respects it was sermonizing under difficulties, I doubt if we ever made better sermons than under the inspiration of the circumstances which surrounded us and the consciousness that we
Leonidas Rosser (search for this): chapter 8
o know nothing among them save Jesus Christ and Him crucified. If the personal allusions may be pardoned, I do not believe that Dr. Burrows, Dr. Stiles, Dr. Hoge, Dr. Dabney, Dr. Pryor, Dr. Lacy, Dr. Moore, Dr. Read, Dr. Duncan, Dr. Granberry, Dr. Rosser, Dr. Doggett, Dr. Edwards, Dr. John A. Broadus, Dr. Pritchard, Dr. Wingate, Dr. Andrew Broaddus, Dr. Jeter, Dr. A. B. Brown, or any of the missionaries or chaplains were ever able, before or since, to preach sermons of such power as they were smpressed upon me as if they had been yesterday. Dr. John A. Broadus, Dr. Andrew Broaddus, Rev. Andrew Broaddus (of Kentucky), Dr. Burrows, Dr. Thos. H. Pritchard, Dr. Jeter, Dr. Dickinson, Rev. F. M. Barker, Rev. L. J. Haley, Dr. J. A. Duncan, Dr. Rosser, Dr. Doggett, Dr. J. E. Edwards, Dr. Hoge, Dr. Stiles, Dr. Bocock, Dr. Pryor, Dr. Bennett, and others, came to preach in the camps, and the chaplains had no sort of difficulty in giving them constant work and very large congregations. I vividl
Henry A. Wise (search for this): chapter 8
f the bomb-proofs— but other parts were sufficiently distant from the enemy's lines to allow the men to assemble even outside of the trenches. A large number of comfortable chapels were erected—more would have been built but for the scarcity of timber—and where the men could not assemble in crowds there were precious seasons of prayer and praise and worship in the bomb-proofs. Let me try to picture several scenes as specimens of our daily work along the Petersburg lines. One day I went to Wise's Brigade, stationed in the trenches near the Appomattox, at a point where the lines of the enemy were so close that it was almost certain death to show your head above the parapet. As I went into the lines I saw what I frequently witnessed. An immense mortar shell (the men used to call them lamp-posts) would fly overhead, and some ragged gray-jacket would exclaim, That is my shell! That is my shell! and would scarcely wait for the smoke from its explosion to clear away before rushing for<
Old John Robinson (search for this): chapter 8
arters from dress parade, and we pause to gaze with admiration on the men who, on that bleak December morning, held the town with such tenacity against Burnside's mighty hosts until Marse Robert had formed on the hills beyond his lines of Gray, against which the waves of Blue surged in vain. Soon we hear the familiar command, Break ranks, and immediately the streets are filled with soldiers eagerly running in a given direction. What does this mean? a stranger would inquire. Is Old John Robinson about to have a performance of his circus? Has Wyman, the great magician, come to town? Are the Negro Minstrels about to exhibit? What means this eager running? Ask one of the men, and he will scarcely pause as he replies: We are trying to get into the church before all of the seats are taken.. Yes! the house of God is the goal they seek, and long before the appointed hour the spacious Episcopal church, kindly tendered for the purpose by its rector, is filled—nay, packed—to its
H. B. McClellan (search for this): chapter 8
e trees and that stone wall as a very special providence for the men at this time, and I am simply acting on the doctrine when I direct them to avail themselves of these Special Providences. Major Nelson was convinced, and accepted the doctrine of Special Providence as Dr. Dabney expounded it. I remember that, remaining for a season with the wounded in the field hospitals after Cold Harbor and Gaines's Mill, I rejoined the command just after the line of battle was formed in front of General McClellan's position at Harrison's Landing (Westover), and General Ewell said to me pleasantly: I have not seen you preaching, or heard the songs of your prayer-meetings for several days, and I have missed them. I explained that I had been back in our hospitals looking after our wounded, and that my regiment had more men back there than in front just then, but that I was going to have a service as soon as I could assemble the men. And so we soon had a very tender, precious service in full hear
Richard Hugh Bagby (search for this): chapter 8
nt in we found the large bomb-proof filled with devout worshippers, and it proved one of the most tender, precious meetings I ever attended. If I mistake not Rev. John W. Ryland (then orderly sergeant of the King and Queen Company) led the singing, and they sang, with tender pathos which touched every heart, some of those old songs which dear old Uncle Sam Ryland used to sing, and which were fragrant with hallowed memories of Bruington. (I wonder if Uncle Sam is not now singing, with Richard Hugh Bagby and other loved ones, some of those same old songs, for surely they were sweet enough for even the heavenly choir.) I might write columns about those services in the trenches, but I can find space now for only one other incident. In the summer of 1864 I preached a good deal in Wright's Georgia Brigade, where we had a precious revival, and a large number of professions of conversion. The brigade was stationed at a point where the opposing lines were some distance apart, and I used
John H. Bocock (search for this): chapter 8
at their place of preaching, loath to depart. Immense congregations assembled at this period in almost any brigade at which we had preaching, and some of the scenes are as vividly impressed upon me as if they had been yesterday. Dr. John A. Broadus, Dr. Andrew Broaddus, Rev. Andrew Broaddus (of Kentucky), Dr. Burrows, Dr. Thos. H. Pritchard, Dr. Jeter, Dr. Dickinson, Rev. F. M. Barker, Rev. L. J. Haley, Dr. J. A. Duncan, Dr. Rosser, Dr. Doggett, Dr. J. E. Edwards, Dr. Hoge, Dr. Stiles, Dr. Bocock, Dr. Pryor, Dr. Bennett, and others, came to preach in the camps, and the chaplains had no sort of difficulty in giving them constant work and very large congregations. I vividly recall dear old Brother Andrew Broaddus (who had been acting as agent for army missions, but often took a furlough to come to the army, where his labors were greatly blessed) as he rode up to my quarters, near old Pisgah Church, one day, and to my invitation to dismount, replied: No! I was ordered by General Dic
Featherston (search for this): chapter 8
thing, and then reappeared, carrying the bundle of wet clothes, and he and the child walked away hand in hand to camp—then there were more tears, manly, noble, purifying tears; and I heard the sergeant say, Faith! the captain has fulfilled his pledge to that boy. My friends, hear the plea of the orphan: I am alone in the world. How will you answer it? What will you do with it? Will you pass my noble Georgian's pledge to take him up? Will you keep it as he kept it? A missionary to Featherston's Mississippi Brigade writes of conducting religious services while the pickets were fighting heavily six hundred yards in front, and with balls falling all around. Preaching was heard with eagerness, penitents were numerous, and seventeen young converts were baptized. I knew of several instances on the Petersburg lines where men were wounded in congregations which remained quiet while the preacher continued his sermon. We were blessed with a comparatively quiet Sabbath at Cold Har
Armistead (search for this): chapter 8
re his labors were greatly blessed) as he rode up to my quarters, near old Pisgah Church, one day, and to my invitation to dismount, replied: No! I was ordered by General Dickinson to report to you for duty; but I must know where I am to preach to-night before I can get off my horse, for if you have no place for me, I must at once proceed to find one for myself. Oh! I replied, there are a planty of places at which you can preach, but I have just received a note from Brother Cridlin, of Armistead's Brigade, saying that he is in the midst of a great revival, is sick, and greatly needs help. All right, responded the veteran; now I will dismount. I will eat some of your rations and go at once to help Brother Cridlin. On fast-day of that autumn I had Dr. John A. Broadus to preach four times, at different points; and while all of the services were of deep interest, I particularly recall the service at sundown, held at General Gordon's Headquarters. The general, who had conducted a
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