killed during the shelling on the Rapidan
, on the 14th ult., whose death was a triumph of grace.
He lived an hour after receiving his wound, and was borne to a retired place, where he died the “death of the righteous.”
Being an orphan, he sent noble messages to his sisters, informing them with pride that he fell in the front rank.
As his end drew near, he said the angels in great numbers were collecting about him, ready to take him to heaven.
His comrades were much affected, and one of them at least has, in consequence, given his heart to Jesus.
This young man professed religion about two months ago. Likely enough he was brought into the fold during Brother J. Wm. Jones
's meetings at Mt. Pisgah church.
I think it worth a lifetime of hardship to prepare, under God, one of our dear defenders thus to die.’
I find Winn
's name on the list of converts in that great revival in Hays
's Brigade, of which I have spoken, and he is but one of many who went from those precious seasons to enter upon more glorious service in the brighter, better land, ‘beyond the smiling and the weeping.’
A writer who visited our wounded on a field of blood says: ‘As you pass from one to another, washing their wounds and administering some cordial or food, you will hear such petitions as these: “Will you write to my mother that I trust in Jesus, her
“Oh, sir, can you get one brief message to my wife in Virginia
Tell her to train up the children for heaven.”
Here is a soldier just breathing his last.
You kneel and whisper in his ear, “Jesus, Saviour.”
He smiles, and ceases to breathe.’
We find in our exchanges accounts of two soldiers at the point of death.
With the first the following conversation occurred: ‘Are you willing to die here among strangers?’
‘Have you a wife?’
‘Are you willing to die without seeing her?’
‘If God wills it, I am.’
‘Have you children, and if so, how many?’
‘Can you trust them in the hands of Jesus?’
‘Yes. He is all my trust.’
His countenance was the impersonation of resignation and peace.
The second said, in answer to the inquiry whether he loved the Saviour: ‘Oh, yes, sir, I love Him with all my heart.
He is so
precious to my soul.
I know that I am dying, and that I will soon be in heaven, to reign with Jesus forever.
Oh, how sweet heaven is!
There will be no sorrow there.
I do want everybody to serve the Lord
I have quoted a letter from Captain Abram Poindexter