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Providence, R. I. (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 11
eing rapidly reduced, many being transferred to other places, and many having died; but the religious element in our midst is by no means dying out. A large number are yet enquiring, What must we do to be saved? Those who have professed a hope in Christ seem to be in the full enjoyment of faith. I am happy, says another minister, to report the manifest tokens of the presence of the Spirit among us, even in these times of strife and battle. I do believe that these solemn visitations of Providence have been His chosen way of touching many a heart. There are earnest desires awakened in many a bosom, which I trust will lead them to the Cross. I believe there are many of our brave men lying on their hard pallet in the hospitals who are now secretly indulging a hope in Jesus; and I console myself with the sweet thought that others, who have never told it, have died on the battle-field looking to their Saviour. I know there are dreadful exhibitions of deliberate wickedness, but Satan
Columbus (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 11
in a week, now, than there was in a day, six months ago. And I am quite sure there are ten who attend religious services now to one who attended six months ago. I speak principally with reference to our own regiment, but I have been informed by those who have travelled among the different parts of the army in Virginia that such is the case everywhere. This was the case not only in the army in Virginia, but in almost every other department of the South. Rev. B. H. Perry, writing from Columbus, Miss., of the state of religion in the 37th Alabama regiment, under the command of a sincere Christian, Col. Dowdell, says: We set out religiously, by having preaching twice on Sabbath and prayer-meeting twice a week. A good influence prevails, and a high moral tone has characterized our men from the first. The sentiment seems to be rife among us that instead of retrograding, Christians ought to progress decidedly in camp. This is a just opinion, for the frequent and unusual temptat
Summerville (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 11
abominations in the porch of God's temple. There is great occasion for earnest prayer in our behalf. Brethren, pray for us, that God may sanctify his dealings with us to the conversion of souls. Ministerial labor in the hospitals was a blessed work, and those who gave themselves to it greatly rejoiced in the success that attended their efforts. That saintly man, Rev. John. W. Miller, who has lately entered into rest, and whom many of our soldiers remember as post chaplain at Summerville, South Carolina, says of his work: We have had some to die peacefully and happily. One poor fellow who had long been sick with typhoid fever died last week. When I questioned him about his preparation for death, his answer was scarcely articulate, but in his thick mutterings I could distinguish these blessed words of trust in the Saviour, He will not let me perish. Upon asking another why he was not afraid to die, he said: Because I am going home to heaven, through Christ. Another, a
Magruder (search for this): chapter 11
mpressions of the sanguinary battles around Richmond were of the most salutary character. A wounded soldier, referring to them, said: God preached to us as all the preachers on earth could not do. All felt that the hand of God was manifest in these tremendous struggles. A pious officer wrote immediately after the close of the battles: Never before have I seen so clearly and powerfully intervened in our behalf the right arm of the Lord of hosts. The names of Lee, Hill, Jackson, Magruder, and others, have been rendered immortal by their gallantry and skill so strikingly evinced in this series of engagements; but while their names are in our hearts and their praises upon our tongues, let there go up from the Southern Confederacy a warm and a universal shout of Glory to God in the highest; for had not God been with us, we must have been almost annihilated. Such will be the impression upon the minds of all who may hereafter traverse the battle-fields with a correct idea of th
Dwight Sherwood (search for this): chapter 11
g and delicate boy, suffering from the effects of protracted fever. The little fellow had seen only fourteen summers, and his thin, pale face bore marks of disease and suffering. The following occurred, as reported by the chaplain: How old are you, my son? said the reverend gentleman. I was fourteen my last birthday. Why, that is very young to be in the army? Yes, sir; but I thought it my duty. Where are you from? Mississippi, sir. What is your name? Dwight Sherwood. Why, that is a Northern name. Yes, sir; my father was a Northern man, but he has lived in the South for many years, and is a good Southern man. And your mother, where is she? His little thin lip quivered, as he said with an effort to suppress emotion, She is dead. Well, my son, you are very young, and you are very sick. You are not able to endure the fatigues of a campaign, and if you get better, you had better return home, hadn't you? The boy turned his lar
W. R. Gwaltney (search for this): chapter 11
ve. him, and am resolved to serve him. After the battle at Malvern Hill, I was enabled to give my soul to Christ-this war has made me a believer in religion, sir, said a wounded soldier. These and other expressions show how God is working cut his purposes of grace and wisdom in these times of darkness and distress. Among the many thousands of wounded that filled the Richmond hospitals, the work of salvation was deep and general. The Lord is with us at Seabrooks' hospital, wrote Rev. W. R. Gwaltney; we have a great revival of religion here. A greater one I scarcely ever witnessed. Rarely a day passes but I find one or more new converts. The number in our hospital is being rapidly reduced, many being transferred to other places, and many having died; but the religious element in our midst is by no means dying out. A large number are yet enquiring, What must we do to be saved? Those who have professed a hope in Christ seem to be in the full enjoyment of faith. I am happy, s
Jesus Christ (search for this): chapter 11
yet enquiring, What must we do to be saved? Those who have professed a hope in Christ seem to be in the full enjoyment of faith. I am happy, says another ministery he was not afraid to die, he said: Because I am going home to heaven, through Christ. Another, a little while before he died, said: I love God. I find a numbeg. Tell him that I have tried to pray as we used to do at home. Tell him that Christ is now all my hope, all my trust, and that he is precious to my soul. Tell him that I am not afraid to die-all is calm. Tell him that I believe Christ will take me to himself, and to my dear sister who is in heaven. The voice of the dying boseek religion too. It was such evidences of the power and value of faith in Christ that made the truth effectual in the salvation of thousands, and that enshrinedood sweet words of comfort to the loved ones at the old homestead. In their darkened homes, hundreds praised God that their children had found Christ in the camp.
D. H. Hill (search for this): chapter 11
s manifest in these tremendous struggles. A pious officer wrote immediately after the close of the battles: Never before have I seen so clearly and powerfully intervened in our behalf the right arm of the Lord of hosts. The names of Lee, Hill, Jackson, Magruder, and others, have been rendered immortal by their gallantry and skill so strikingly evinced in this series of engagements; but while their names are in our hearts and their praises upon our tongues, let there go up from the Soutse thoughtless expressions come from men who venerate their officers, and would follow them to the death. Some of our ablest generals are men who have dropped the gown for the apparel of the soldier. Polk was a Bishop, Pendleton a clergyman, D. H. Hill a religious author, Jackson a dignitary of the Church, while scores of others, occupying subordinate positions, are equally well known for their devotion at the shrine of Christianity. All of these gentlemen have been eminently successful in w
John (search for this): chapter 11
g to their Saviour. I know there are dreadful exhibitions of deliberate wickedness, but Satan ever delights in placing his abominations in the porch of God's temple. There is great occasion for earnest prayer in our behalf. Brethren, pray for us, that God may sanctify his dealings with us to the conversion of souls. Ministerial labor in the hospitals was a blessed work, and those who gave themselves to it greatly rejoiced in the success that attended their efforts. That saintly man, Rev. John. W. Miller, who has lately entered into rest, and whom many of our soldiers remember as post chaplain at Summerville, South Carolina, says of his work: We have had some to die peacefully and happily. One poor fellow who had long been sick with typhoid fever died last week. When I questioned him about his preparation for death, his answer was scarcely articulate, but in his thick mutterings I could distinguish these blessed words of trust in the Saviour, He will not let me perish.
W. Miller (search for this): chapter 11
Saviour. I know there are dreadful exhibitions of deliberate wickedness, but Satan ever delights in placing his abominations in the porch of God's temple. There is great occasion for earnest prayer in our behalf. Brethren, pray for us, that God may sanctify his dealings with us to the conversion of souls. Ministerial labor in the hospitals was a blessed work, and those who gave themselves to it greatly rejoiced in the success that attended their efforts. That saintly man, Rev. John. W. Miller, who has lately entered into rest, and whom many of our soldiers remember as post chaplain at Summerville, South Carolina, says of his work: We have had some to die peacefully and happily. One poor fellow who had long been sick with typhoid fever died last week. When I questioned him about his preparation for death, his answer was scarcely articulate, but in his thick mutterings I could distinguish these blessed words of trust in the Saviour, He will not let me perish. Upon aski
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