William W. Bennett, A narrative of the great revival which prevailed in the Southern armies during the late Civil War

In this, as in the earlier years of the war, the dying testimony of Christian soldiers was of the greatest value in impressing the minds of their unconverted comrades.

A soldier on the lines near Petersburg wrote home to his wife, “Grieve not for me. I am all right. My trust is in God, and I know it is well-founded. If we meet no more on earth, let us meet in heaven.” Not long after, while sitting in his tent answering a letter from his wife, he was killed by the bullet of a sharpshooter.

A gallant Georgia soldier, just before going into his last battle, said to his comrades, “I may fall, but I fear not death.”

Lieut. Carpenter, of Gen. Morgan's command, when dying near Lexington, Ky., “prayed, sang, wept, and shouted glory! glory!”

These are but samples of the death-bed scenes of our war-times. Thousands upon thousands went up on high with the shout of victory on their dying lips.

In this connection we give the reader a view of what was called by our suffering prisoners at Johnson's Island “an. exchange.” “Asa Hartz,” a Confederate officer confined there, in a letter to a friend gives this touching picture:

We vary our monotony with an occasional exchange. May I tell you what I mean by that? Well, it is a simple ceremony. God help us! The ‘exchanged’ is placed on a small wagon drawn by one horse, his friends form a line in the rear, and the procession moves; then passing through the gate, it winds its way slowly round the prison-walls to a little grove north of the enclosure; the ‘exchange’ is taken out of the wagon and lowered into the earth — a prayer — an exhortation — a spade — a headboard — a mound of fresh sod-and the friends return to prison again-and that's all of it. Our friend is ‘exchanged;’ a grave attests the fact to mortal eyes, and