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J. William Jones, Christ in the camp, or religion in Lee's army, Chapter 3: influence of Christian officers—continued. (search)
rds, in talking about this great victory, he said: Our movement yesterday was a great success; I think the most successful military movement of my life. But I expect to receive far more credit for it than I deserve. Most men will think I had planned it all from the first; but it was not so—I simply took advantage of circumstances as they were presented to me in the Providence of God. I feel that His hand led me: let us give Him all the glory. When he had been removed to the house of Mr. Chandler, near Guinea's Station, and had so far rallied as to feel confident of his recovery, he talked very freely on his favorite religious topics. Dr. Dabney says (in his admirable biography of Jackson, to which I am indebted for several incidents given above): He requested his chaplain to visit him at 10 o'clock each morning for reading the Scriptures and prayer. These seasons were the occasions of much religious conversation, in which he unbosomed himself with unusual freedom and candor.
J. William Jones, Christ in the camp, or religion in Lee's army, Chapter 13: results of the work and proofs of its genuineness (search)
visible to us but the cold and lifeless clay, on which a sweet smile rested, as though it had seen the happy soul enter the pearly gates of the New Jerusalem. Thus, far from home and friends, this noble youth fell asleep in Jesus, swelling the long list of the honored dead; but, though dead, he yet speaketh. The precious treasure, The soldier's Bible, has been returned to the family, and is now one of those valued relics that bind many sad hearts with links of gold to bygone days. T. S. Chandler, of the Sixth South Carolina Regiment, said, when he realized that he was dying: Tell my mother that I am lying without hope of recovery. I have stood before the enemy fighting in a great and glorious cause and have fallen. My hope is in Christ, for whose sake I hope to be saved. Tell her that she and my brother cannot see me again on earth, but they can meet me in heaven. A little before bedtime of his last night he called to his surgeon and said: Write to mother, and tell her she m
J. William Jones, Christ in the camp, or religion in Lee's army, Appendix no. 2: the work of grace in other armies of the Confederacy. (search)
d a dying soldier, that I am lying without hope of recovery. I have stood before the enemy fighting in a great and glorious cause, and have fallen. My hope is in Christ, for whose sake I hope to be saved. Tell her that she and my brother cannot see me again on earth, but they can meet me in heaven. A little before bed-time of his last night he called to his surgeon (Dr. Leverett), and said: Write to mother, and tell her she must meet me in heaven. I know I am going there. Thus died T. S. Chandler, of the Sixth South Carolina regiment. It was now that the signs of that wonderful revival in the army of the West began to appear. I shall never forget, says Rev. W. H. Browning, the look of astonishment in the Association of Chaplains in January, 1863, when Brother Winchester, a chaplain and a minister in the Cumberland Presbyterian Church, announced a conversion in his command, and stated that he believed we were on the eve of one of the most glorious revivals ever witnessed
a dying soldier, that I am lying without hope of recovery. I have stood before the enemy fighting in a great and glorious cause, and have fallen. My hope is in Christ, for whose sake I hope to be saved. Tell her that she and my brother cannot see me again on earth, but they can meet me in heaven. A little before bed-time of his last night he called to his surgeon (Mr. Leverett), and said: Write to mother, and tell her she must meet me in heaven. I know I am going there. Thus died T. S. Chandler, of the 6th South Carolina regiment. When Captain John F. Vinson, of Crawford county, Ga., came to die, he exclaimed: All is well-my way is clear — not a cloud intervenes. As Lieut. Ezekiel Pickens Miller, of the 17th Mississippi regiment, fell mortally wounded on the field of Fredericksburg, he exclaimed: Tell my father and mother not to grieve for me, for I am going to a better world than this. In this battle the gallent General Hanson, of Kentucky, fell while leading his men in B
of the services of a delightful Sabbath: At 11 o'clock A. M., I preached to a large audience from Malachi III: 8, Will a man rob God? At half-past 2 o'clock P. M., Col. Wm. C. Stiles, of the 60th Georgia, read to a very large and interested congregation Bishop Elliott's sermon, delivered in Christ church, Savannah, Ga., on the public thanksgiving day, September 18, 1862. The sermon produced a fine state of feeling throughout the audience. At candle-lighting we met for prayer. Rev. Mr. Chandler, of the 88th Georgia, delivered an exhortation, at the close of which six penitents knelt for prayer. Thus was the Sabbath spent in camp by thousands of Southern soldiers. In the great hospitals, where thousands of sick and wounded lay, the work was as great as in the camps. At Chimborazo, Richmond, there were at this time from three to five thousand sick men, and the religious influence pervaded all the wards. No sight could be more touching than to stand near the chapel and s
d to begin the journey. The road was cleared of obstructions by engineers so as to avoid jolting of the ambulance. The General was bright and cheerful during the twenty-five miles' travel, and just at nightfall the party reached the house of Mr. Chandler, near the station. Hie was placed in bed, and, after taking supper, spent a quiet night. During the journey he spoke freely of the war, and made kind and special reference to the Stonewall Brigade. In reference to a purpose of that noble bace more. He opened his eyes, gazed upon her with a look of intelligence and love, and then closed them forever. A few more labored breathings, and the hero was dead. Dr. Dabney relates a touching tribute to Jackson. A little daughter of Mrs. Chandler, whose heart the General had won in former visits to the family, had followed her mother about the house and noticed that she often wiped the tears from her eyes. At length she asked, Mamma, will General Jackson die? She was told that the