my poor wife.’
‘What shall I write?’
‘Say to my dear wife, it's all right.’
This was written.
‘What else shall I write?’
‘Nothing else, all's right’—and thus he died.
He was a convert of the camp.
‘Passing through a large stable where the wounded lay,’ says Mr. Redding
, ‘I noticed a man whose head was frosted with age. After giving him wine and food, I said, “ My friend, you are an old man. Do you enjoy the comforts of religion?”
he exclaimed, “I have been a member of the Church
for twenty-five years. Often in our little church at home our minister told us that religion was good under all circumstances, and now I have found it true; for even here in this old stable, with my leg amputated, and surrounded by the dead and dying, I am just as happy as I can be. It is good even here.
I want you to tell the people so when you preach to them.”
I left him rejoicing.’
‘Said a poor fellow, who was suffering greatly from two painful wounds: “When I was at home, I was wild and wicked, but since I have been in the Army I have tried to change my life, and since I have been wounded I have been able to trust my soul in the hands of God, and I feel that if He should call me to die, all will be well.”
He spoke with deep feeling, and the big tears filled his eyes and rolled down his pale face.
Another from Georgia
, who was dying of his wounds far away from home and friends gave a like testimony, and, with tears of joy, praised God in full hope of heaven.
Whether dying in hospital or on the battle-field, the testimony of the Christian
soldier was the same.’
‘Francis M. Bobo
, of Spartansburg
, South Carolina
, exclaimed when dying: “ I would not take ten thousand worlds for my prospect of heaven!”
“If I die in the hospital or fall in battle,” said a young Georgia
soldier, “weep not for me— all will be well.”
These are a few testimonies out of hundreds that might be recorded.
They show the deep and joyous piety of thousands of the Southern
I quote again from the same source from which I have drawn so many incidents:
The experiences of soldiers are so full of childlike simplicity that one never tires of reading them.
A soldier converted on the march was met by his chaplain.
who knew that he was under conviction, and asked by him if he had given himself to Christ:
“Yes,” said the stalwart warrior, with a glowing countenance,