the bay and gave him. After drinking he asked to be sheltered from the sun. This we could not do, but we encouraged him by our approach to the city. ‘Yes,’ he replied, ‘shut my eyes and let me go to the city. I am going home—almost there.’ He closed his eyes and died.A writer in the Christian Sun gives a touching scene in which a Christian soldier met his death:On the lines near Petersburg, Virginia, on a beautiful morning in the last days of summer, a young soldier, connected with a Georgia regiment, might have been seen seated in a ravine, and at the mouth of a bomb-proof which had been made in the side of the hill, reading carefully the word of God. This young man had come to be regarded the model man of the regiment for morality and devout piety. He entered the army at the commencement of the war a Christian, and maintained his reputation untarnished through all the immoralities of camp-life, daily becoming more devout and more Christ-like in his spirit and conversation. He was, in person, well formed, yet not very robust; his hair rather dark, and his eyes a deep blue, with a very light beard. In manners he was as gentle as a woman, yet his comrades assured me that in battle he was as bold as a lion and as brave as the bravest. The Bible from which he was reading on the morning referred to was the gift of a pious mother on entering the service. He had carefully preserved it through all the weary marches and hard-fought battles in which his regiment had participated, and a mother's prayers had followed with it wherever he went. While intently reading, and so absorbed as not even to hear for the moment the bursting mortar-shells around him, a comrade came running to tell him that a special friend of his own company had been killed in the trenches by the bursting of a shell among them. He closed his Bible and, clenching it in his hand, ran to the place where his friend lay dead. Just as he arrived at the spot and his eyes rested on the mangled form, a parrot-shell came whizzing, and, exploding in the immediate vicinity, he was struck on the head and instantly killed. He fell on the body of his lifeless comrade, still clasping his Bible, even in death holding on to the Word of Life.Lieutenant J. P. Duncan fell at his post near Petersburg, Virginia. “His last noble act was to distribute a package of tracts to his men on the subject of heaven. He stepped on a log in rear of his guns to look at the enemy's movements and was ”
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