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everything that is wrong, and you ought to pray to God to give you a new heart, and to keep you from falling into bad habits.”
“ I do, sir,” said the little fellow, his eyes half concealed beneath the long, soft lashes.
“ My mother taught me to pray.
I have kept out of scrapes, and have had no difficulty with any one but once, and I did not seek that one.”
The reverend gentleman then held further conversation with the brave little fellow, and promised to see him again.
The death scenes among these youthful soldiers often evinced the full power of the gospel in conquering death.
The glory and triumph of religion were never more fully manifested than in the following scene:
A young soldier, while dying very happily, broke out in singing the following stanza: Great Jehovah, we adore thee,
God the Father, God the Son,
God the Spirit, joined in glory
On the same eternal throne:
Endless praises
To Jehovah, three in one.
The chaplain then asked if he had any message to send to his friends.
“ Yes,” said he. “ Tell my father that I have tried to eat my meals with thanksgiving.”
“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 boy faltered in the intervals between these precious sentences.
When the hymn commencing, “ Nearer, my God, to thee,” was read to him, at the end of each stanza he exclaimed, with striking energy, “Oh, Lord Jesus, thou art coming ”
