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Moores Head (Maine, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
ndspike. A sharp report—that unmistakable crash of the bullet against the skull, and all was over. 'Twas the last rifleshot on the lines that night. The rushing together of the detachment obstructed my view; but as I came up, the sergeant stepped aside and said, Look there, adjutant. Moore had fallen over on the trail, the blood gushing from his wound all over his face. His little brother was at his side instantly. No wildness, no tumult of grief. He knelt on the earth, and lifting Moore's head onto his knees, wiped the blood from his forehead with the cuff of his own tattered shirt-sleeve, and kissed the pale face again and again, but very quietly. Moore was evidently dead, and none of us cared to disturb the child. Presently he rose—quiet still, tearless still—gazed down on his dead brother, then around at us, and, breathing the saddest sigh I ever heard, said just these words: Well, I am alone in the world. The preacher-captain instantly sprang forward, and placing his han<
Chancellorsville (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
ce polemics against Christians of other denominations. He is looking in the eyes of heroes of many a battle, and knows that the long roll may beat ere he closes—that these brave fellows may be summoned at once to new fields of carnage—and that he may be delivering then the last message of salvation that some of them may ever hear. I remember that I preached to this vast congregation the very night before Hooker crossed the river, bringing on the battles of Second Fredericksburg and Chancellorsville—that, in my closing appeal, I urged them to accept Christ then and there, because they did not know but that they were hearing their last invitation, and that sure enough we were aroused before day the next morning by the crossing of the enemy, and in the battles which followed, many of these noble fellows were called to the judgment-bar of God. And so, when the preacher stood up before these congregations of veterans, his very soul was stirred within him, and he determined to know not<
Ashland (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
that the enemy was advancing and the battle about to open. Soon the shock of battle succeeded the invitations of the Gospel, and men were summoned from that season of worship into the presence of their Judge. After the battle of Port Republic, while we were resting in the beautiful valley preparatory to marching to Seven Days around Richmond, we had some delightful meetings, and on the march we had frequent seasons of worship. I preached in a grove near Louisa Court House, and again at Ashland, I well remember, to deeply interested congregations, and as I mingled among our wounded at Cold Harbor (where on the 27th of June, 1862, my regiment, the Thirteenth Virginia, carried into action 306 men and lost 175, killed and wounded), I found a number who referred to those meetings and expressed themselves as deeply affected by them. Rev. Dr. R. L. Dabney was a gallant and efficient officer on Jackson's staff, and often preached to the men at Headquarters, and in their camps and bivo
Five Forks (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
ned impending battle and stirred the soul of preacher and hearer to an earnestness seldom attained. There were earnest faces and glistening tears, and when at the close of the sermon those desiring the prayers of God's people were invited to come forward, there were over 200 who promptly responded, a number of whom professed faith in Christ before leaving the ground. In that long line of nearly forty miles of entrenchments extending from north and west of Richmond to Hatcher's Run and Five Forks below Petersburg, the opportunities for preaching and other religious services were varied. Some parts of the line were subjected to almost constant fire from the enemy, and the men could never assemble outside of the bomb-proofs— but other parts were sufficiently distant from the enemy's lines to allow the men to assemble even outside of the trenches. A large number of comfortable chapels were erected—more would have been built but for the scarcity of timber—and where the men could not <
Twymans Mill (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
ne of Special Providence. I believe it, and teach it with all my heart, but I look upon those trees and that stone wall as a very special providence for the men at this time, and I am simply acting on the doctrine when I direct them to avail themselves of these Special Providences. Major Nelson was convinced, and accepted the doctrine of Special Providence as Dr. Dabney expounded it. I remember that, remaining for a season with the wounded in the field hospitals after Cold Harbor and Gaines's Mill, I rejoined the command just after the line of battle was formed in front of General McClellan's position at Harrison's Landing (Westover), and General Ewell said to me pleasantly: I have not seen you preaching, or heard the songs of your prayer-meetings for several days, and I have missed them. I explained that I had been back in our hospitals looking after our wounded, and that my regiment had more men back there than in front just then, but that I was going to have a service as soon
Bruington (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
otional spirit prompted me to acquiesce at once. But when we went in we found the large bomb-proof filled with devout worshippers, and it proved one of the most tender, precious meetings I ever attended. If I mistake not Rev. John W. Ryland (then orderly sergeant of the King and Queen Company) led the singing, and they sang, with tender pathos which touched every heart, some of those old songs which dear old Uncle Sam Ryland used to sing, and which were fragrant with hallowed memories of Bruington. (I wonder if Uncle Sam is not now singing, with Richard Hugh Bagby and other loved ones, some of those same old songs, for surely they were sweet enough for even the heavenly choir.) I might write columns about those services in the trenches, but I can find space now for only one other incident. In the summer of 1864 I preached a good deal in Wright's Georgia Brigade, where we had a precious revival, and a large number of professions of conversion. The brigade was stationed at a poi
Providence, R. I. (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
opportunity offered. On this march he preached a very able sermon on Special Providence, in the course of which he used this emphatic language: Men, you need not be lson frequently met Dr. Dabney and discussed with him his doctrine of Special Providence, and when upon one occasion he heard him directing the men who were under heatrees and a stone wall, and to put such things between themselves and Special Providence. But Dr. Dabney promptly replied: Why, Major, you do not understand the doctrine of Special Providence. I believe it, and teach it with all my heart, but I look upon those trees and that stone wall as a very special providence for the men at Providences. Major Nelson was convinced, and accepted the doctrine of Special Providence as Dr. Dabney expounded it. I remember that, remaining for a season with tr ears, and (forgetful of Dr. Dabney's application of the doctrine of Special Providence) I found myself constantly dodging to the no small amusement of the men. At l
Jackson (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
rteenth Virginia, carried into action 306 men and lost 175, killed and wounded), I found a number who referred to those meetings and expressed themselves as deeply affected by them. Rev. Dr. R. L. Dabney was a gallant and efficient officer on Jackson's staff, and often preached to the men at Headquarters, and in their camps and bivouacs as opportunity offered. On this march he preached a very able sermon on Special Providence, in the course of which he used this emphatic language: Men, you ear and killed or wounded five men. The service was resumed. I preached (from the text, Except ye repent ye shall all likewise perish) as plainly and earnestly as I could. At early dawn the next morning we started on that famous flank march of Jackson's Foot Cavalry, which culminated in the battle of Second Manassas, and many of our poor fellows heard their last sermon that day on the Rappahannock. I went back that afternoon to the spot where we had our service, and found that after we mov
Louisiana (Louisiana, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
t stands waiting. Come, brother, thrust in your sickle, and, by God's blessing, you shall reap golden sheaves that shall be your rejoicing in time and eternity. We made it a rule to preach at least once every day during this period, and many of us for weeks together averaged two sermons a day to congregations of from one to three thousand listeners. I remember that at one and the same time I had the general conduct of four protracted meetings in four brigades (Gordon's Georgia, Hays's Louisiana, Hoke's North Carolina, and Smith's Virginia), and attended a service in each every day; and that on several occasions I baptized two, three and four times (at different points) without changing my clothes. (The plain truth was that I had only one change, and considered myself fortunate in having that.) As illustrating how men would come out to preaching under difficulties, one of the chaplains reported that one Sunday in the early winter of 1863 there came a fall of snow, which he sup
Headquarters (Washington, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
ouisa Court House, and again at Ashland, I well remember, to deeply interested congregations, and as I mingled among our wounded at Cold Harbor (where on the 27th of June, 1862, my regiment, the Thirteenth Virginia, carried into action 306 men and lost 175, killed and wounded), I found a number who referred to those meetings and expressed themselves as deeply affected by them. Rev. Dr. R. L. Dabney was a gallant and efficient officer on Jackson's staff, and often preached to the men at Headquarters, and in their camps and bivouacs as opportunity offered. On this march he preached a very able sermon on Special Providence, in the course of which he used this emphatic language: Men, you need not be trying to dodge shot or shell or minnie. Every one of these strikes just where the Lord permits it to strike, and nowhere else, and you are perfectly safe where the missiles of death fly thickest until Jehovah permits you to be stricken. Major Nelson, of General Ewell's staff, one of th
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