Some of my most cherished war mementos are notes from Rev. Dr. T. D. Witherspoon
(then chaplain of the Forty-second Mississippi Regiment, now pastor of one of the Presbyterian Churches
, and one of the noblest Christian gentlemen I ever knew) and Rev. W. S. Lacy
(of the Twenty-seventh North Carolina, one of the truest and most efficient of the many noble workers whom our Presbyterian brethren sent to the army), and a number of others of my Pedobaptist brethren, asking me to come and baptize men who had professed conversion in their meetings and wanted to unite with the Baptists.
And I did not hesitate to reciprocate the courtesy, when men of my command wanted to unite with other denominations on a profession of ‘repentance towards God and faith towards the Lord Jesus Christ
I remember that my good Brother Witherspoon told me, one day, that he had ‘a good joke on Brother Jones,’ which was to the following effect: I had gone over to Davis
's Mississippi Brigade, at Brother Witherspoon's invitation, and had cut the ice on a mill-pond, at Madison Run Station, Orange county, Virginia
, and baptized a number of men. In the service I had read, without note or comment, some of the passages of Scripture bearing on the ordinance.
The next day, one of the men, who had been active in the revival meetings, went to Chaplain Witherspoon
and said: ‘I do not think that you ought to invite Brother Jones to come over here any more.’
What has Brother Jones done that is wrong?’
‘Well, you know that, while there is no law or rule on the subject, it is generally understood that, inasmuch as we have all of the evangelical denominations represented in our brigades, no man ought to present his own peculiar doctrines
‘Yes,’ said the chaplain, ‘that is true; but Brother Jones has in no way violated this tacit agreement.
He has not preached his peculiar doctrines.’
‘Well, no; he has not exactly preached
them,’ was the reply; ‘but then he read to the crowd all of them Baptist Scriptures
Of course, my good Brother Witherspoon replied: ‘Why, I do not admit that those are “Baptist Scriptures.”
Rev. W. S. Lacy
, in a series of admirable papers on the ‘Religious Interest in Lee
's Army,’ written in the New York Watchman
soon after the war (a series of such rare merit, that I have urged him to put them into more permanent form), tells a joke which his Methodist Brother Webb, chaplain in the same