In this revival, described by an eye-witness, one hundred and forty were converted in two weeks, among them Colonel Dunlap, of the Forty-sixth Georgia, who united with the Presbyterian Church.
Among the private soldiers that contributed to the success of this work, we are glad to place on record the name of W. J. Brown, of Company I, Forty-sixth Georgia.
His influence with his regiment was very great, and he threw it all in favor of religion.
But soon came the order to march; the chapel and the snug cabins were exchanged for the drenched and dreary bivouac, and the sound of the gospel of peace for the notes of whistling minies and bursting shells.
In the battle, and in the hospital, the genuineness of those army conversions was fully tested.
In the terrible campaign that followed, whenever the smoke of battle cleared away, and the weary men had a little rest, they gathered their shattered but undaunted cohorts, and, with renewed zeal, and with love tested in the fire of war, repledged their faith to each other and charged again and again the strongholds of Satan.
Lying behind the strong barrier of the Chattahoochee River for a few days, these Christian soldiers built a brush arbor, and beneath it many souls were born of God.
Dying, those noble men of the South gave testimony to the power of divine grace.
“Can I do anything for you?”
said the missionary, kneeling by the side of a private shot through the neck.
“Yes, write to 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?”
“Oh, yes,” 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.’
The Rev. P. A. Johnston
, chaplain of the Thirty-eighth Mississippi Volunteers, wrote of a revival at Snyder's Bluff:
The Lord is at work among us. His stately steppings are often heard and his presence felt to the comfort of our souls.
We have had for the past week very interesting prayer-meetings.
They were well-attended and the very highest interest manifested.
Souls are hungry for the “bread of life.”
Often in these prayer-meetings there are from twelve to twenty mourners.
There have already been two or three conversions, and four have joined the Church.
Sinners are being awakened, mourners comforted, and the Christian established in the faith.
The camp is a rough, hard life.
But, sir, I feel fully compensated for every privation and hardship I have been subjected to.
‘And now, one word to state a very important fact.
The partitions are well-nigh broken down that have heretofore kept Christians so far apart.
We know each other here only as Christian brethren travelling to a better world.
Our meeting is still progressing.
Pray for us.’
‘Rev. J. W. Turner, writing from Savannah, Georgia, says: “Our people seem to have deserted us,” was the language of a sick soldier in one of the hospitals in this city.
He was a member of the Twenty-fifth Georgia Regiment, which has been encamped near this place for nearly eighteen months. The Baptists had given fruitful attention to this part of the field, as they did indeed with selfsacrific-ing zeal to every portion of the army.
“There are three Baptist ministers,” says Mr. Johnston, “acting as general chaplains, colporteurs, etc., within and around this city.
They are giving their whole time to the distribution of Testaments, tracts, and Baptist periodicals, and to the preaching of the word.”