his face glow under the more tender doctrines of grace.
He used frequently to attend preaching at Jackson
's Headquarters; and it was a scene which a master-hand might have delighted to paint—those two great warriors, surrounded by hundreds of their officers and men, bowed in humble worship before the God and Saviour in whom they trusted.
always took the deepest interest in the work of his chaplains and the spiritual welfare of his men. He was a frequent visitor at the chaplains' meetings, and a deeply interested observer of their proceedings; and the faithful chaplain, who stuck to his post and did his duty, could be always assured of a warm friend at Headquarters.
While the Army of Northern Virginia confronted General Meade
at Mine Run
, near the end of November, 1863, and a battle was momentarily expected, General Lee
, with a number of general and staff officers, was riding down his line of battle, when, just in rear of General A. P. Hill
's position, the cavalcade suddenly came upon a party of soldiers engaged in one of those prayer-meetings which they so often held on the eve of battle.
An attack from the enemy seemed imminent—already the sharpshooting along the skirmish-line had begun—the artillery was belching forth its hoarse thunder, and the mind and heart of the great chieftain were full of the expected combat.
Yet, as he saw those ragged veterans bowed in prayer, he instantly dismounted, uncovered his head and devoutly joined in the simple worship.
The rest of the party at once followed his example, and those humble privates found themselves leading the devotions of their loved and honored chieftain.
It is related that as his army was crossing the James
, in 1864, and hurrying on to the defence of Petersburg
, General Lee
turned aside from the road and, kneeling in the dust, devoutly joined a minister present in earnest prayer that God would give him wisdom and grace in the new stage of the campaign upon which he was then entering.
Rev. Dr. T. V. Moore
gave the following in his memorial sermon:
About the middle of the war, when the horizon looked very dark, I spent an evening with him, at the house of a friend, and he was evidently, in spite of his habitual self-command, deeply depressed.
Happening to be alone with him, as we parted for the night, I endeavored to cheer him with the fact that so many