of running for the doctor.
But old Brother Talbott happened to be experienced enough to know something about such cases, and told the bystanders to give themselves no uneasiness, for it would all come out right in the end. Generally they would lie about two hours, and then rise shouting the praises of God their Saviour.
There have been several cases of this kind.
All the conversions are sound, clear and powerful.
There is no such thing as urging the mourner to believe he “has received the blessing;” but each is able to tell, for himself, what great things God has done for him. Conversions take place at all hours through the day and night.
Many are converted in the woods—sometimes alone, and sometimes with a friend or two.
There is no abatement in the work as yet, but our meetings are kept up to a late hour every night.
Off at a little distance you can hear singing, praising, and praying, all going on at various points throughout the two brigades, very much resembling a very large camp-meeting in olden times, when there was much more zeal and power manifested than is now known in like meetings.
, now commanded by General Hood
, held that city against the heavy battalions of General Sherman
The fights along the line were frequent and deadly, but the religious enthusiasm of the soldiers was undiminished.
‘They are not afraid of death,’ writes a devoted chaplain, A. D. McVoy
, ‘and are ready to die when God calls them.’
Among those brought in wounded from the front lines there were many Christians whose deaths were morally grand.
‘I witnessed,’ says Mr. McVoy
the passing away of a Louisianian of Gibson's Brigade, Fourth Louisiana, the other day. Seldom have I seen a stronger Christian faith, a firmer reliance on God, and a clearer assurance of salvation in a dying hour.
He was cruelly lacerated by a piece of shell that had ploughed deeply across his right side, and his sufferings were intense and unremitted.
Still his mind was fixed upon God. “Chaplain,” said he to me, “I am dying.
I have done my duty.
I wish I could be spared to see victory secured to my brave comrades, but it is the will of God, and I cheerfully submit.
I am suffering a thousand deaths, but when I think upon the sufferings of my Saviour, that he endured ten thousands more than I for the salvation of my soul, my sufferings are nothing.”
Then he would fervently pray, and besought me to pray with him, which I did. This comforted him greatly, so that he almost shouted for joy. “Chaplain,” said he, “I have three motherless children in Louisiana, and could I only gaze once more upon them, could I but fold them to my breast, could I but kiss them good-bye, I would die contented; but God's will be done.
I commit them into the hands of my Heavenly Father.
I want them instructed to know and serve God that they may meet me in heaven.”
One of his companions, who had brought him out of the trenches, was kneeling over him and weeping bitterly.
“Chaplain,” said the dying soldier, “this is the best friend I have in the army; pray for him that he may meet me in heaven.”
When asked what word he desired to leave with his company, he said, “Tell them to be better boys.
Some of them are reckless and wicked.
Tell them to repent, serve God, be good soldiers, and meet me in heaven.”
When asked how he felt in view of death, he said, “I have no fears; all is clear.
Jesus died for me; I know He will save me. Blessed be the Lord.”
His colonel passing by, came to his side and said, “Is this you, Dawson?
I am sorry to find you so dreadfully wounded.”
“Yes, Colonel, I am dying, but I am going home to heaven.
I have tried to do my duty.
It is God's will, and I cheerfully give myself up a sacrifice on the altar of my country.”
He then committed himself to God and lingered for some hours, continually praying and praising God, when he died the glorious death of a brave Christian soldier.
Writing further of the glorious work the same faithful laborer says: