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[597] of the Lord's Supper to the soldiers by request of the chaplains, and thus ended my work in the army. I knew not then that the Army of the Tennessee had been surrendered. Dr. McFerrin preached in Greensboroa, North Carolina, that morning to the Army of Tennessee a valedictory sermon for the soldiers. I preached my first sermon to the soldiers, I think, at Winchester, late in April, 1861, and my last at Rock Hill, South Carolina, Sunday night, April 23, 1865.

I spent a couple of weeks with Chaplain Whitten with his kindred in Newberry, South Carolina. Came alone on horseback to Macon, Georgia, where I was paroled, May 23, just a month after the surrender of the army; met some of the escort there of President Davis, who were with him at his capture at Irvington, Georgia. Of course, it was a hoax about the President having on his wife's clothing when captured. Those who took the President at night I presume did not know the difference between a gentleman's robe de chambre and a lady's apparel. Some time was spent with Chaplain Bolton, of Tennessee, with our true, tried army friends at their homes in Barnesville and Thomaston, and elsewhere in Pike and Upson Counties, Georgia, and I mounted my faithful gray horse, which brought me from North Carolina through South Carolina into Georgia, and I started home via Columbus, Georgia; Auburn and Tuscaloosa, Alabama; Aberdeen, Mississippi; and Moulton, Alabama, and home again to Tennessee, July 13, after an absence in the army of four years and four days since I first left my charge at Winchester, Tennessee, August 9, 1861. Never before or since did I have such a broad and inviting field for constant work and great usefulness as I did in the Army of Tennessee.

My appreciation of Southern manhood and true chivalry and consistent Christianity was increased and intensified by my army acquaintance and association.

Christ was in the Camp of the Southern States' Army; to me there is no doubt on that point. All Christian virtues had a full test in army life. Thousands of boys, young men, and men in middle life stood the test and they were more than conquerors over all the temptations, trials, and troubles of the camp and conflict through Christ the great Captain of their salvation. And now, after nearly twenty-three years since the surrender and thirty-three years of active itinerant life, like Dr. McNeilly, a Presbyterian pastor of Nashville, and a faithful chaplain in the Army of Tennessee, I thank God that he gave me the privilege of preaching to the soldiers of the South and of taking part in the great revival around Dalton.

Yours, fraternally,

S. M. Cherry. Home near Vanderbilt University, Nashville, Tennessee, March 8, 1888.

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