bore a word not only of sympathy, but also of pious exhortation.
On the lovely morning of July 18, as we awaited the advance of the enemy and the opening of our first battle, our conversation was on sacred things.
In a few hours he was mortally wounded, and until midnight endured untold agony; but in his soul was the peace of God, and all was patiently borne for the sake of God and country.
He was ready to be offered up, and to leave even his loved family, at the call of duty.
I had a conversation with him; he spoke of his faith in Providence
, and the answers to prayer which he daily received, I questioned him concerning the state of his mind at the time.
He replied that it did not rest on any subject, but now thought of a military order, and then of a Scriptural promise; now of his country, and then of his family; and often arose in a holy ejaculation to God.
His flesh rests in hope; his spirit rose to God.’
‘I recall,’ says Dr. Granberry
, ‘an interview with the sweetspirited and gallant Captain James K. Lee
, of Richmond, Virginia
. “ How glad I am,” said he, as he gave me a cordial grasp, “to shake the hand of a brother in Christ
I referred with sympathy to his intense sufferings.
With emphasis he answered, “Oh, they are nothing to the sufferings which Jesus bore for me!”
In a few days he too was in the bosom of his Father.’
Rev. John W. Miller
, whose faithful ministrations many of the soldiers will remember, and whose death some years after the war was widely lamented, thus wrote of some of his hospital work:
We have had some to die peacefully and happily.
One poor fellow who had long been sick with typhoid fever died last week.
When I questioned him about his preparation for death, his answer was scarcely articulate, but in his thick mutterings I could distinguish these blessed words of trust in the Saviour, “He will not let me perish.”
Upon asking another why he was not afraid to die, he said: “Because I am going home to heaven, through Christ.”
Another, a little while before he died, said: “ I love God.”
I find a number of them are members of the Church.
Testaments are greatly coveted, and you can scarcely walk through the wards at any time without seeing some of them engaged in reading the sacred word.
Divine service has been held several times for the convalescents—and we frequently assemble them for evening prayer.