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said to me at the altar that his case was hopeless.
I tried to encourage him; discovered hope spring up in his countenance; then commenced to repeat such promises in the Scriptures as I could remember, and while I repeated: ‘Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved,’ he bounded to his feet and began to point others to the Cross with most remarkable success.
Not only in the army at home did our soldiers manifest the deepest interest in religion, but even in the dreary prisons of the
North they prayed for and received the Divine blessing.
An officer at
Johnson's Island writes to the
Southern Presbyterian:
This is the last quarter of a long, long twelve-months' confinement.
I try to pass my time as profitably as I can. We have preaching regularly every Sabbath, prayer-meetings two or three times a week, and worship in my room every night.
We also have a Young Men's Christian Association, Masonic meetings, etc. I attend all of these and fill out the rest of my time by reading the Bible.
We have had some precious religious times.
There have been about one hundred conversions; colonels, majors, captains, and lieutenants, being among the number.
A lieutenant writes thus: “I am glad to state that I am a better man than when you saw me last.
There are about two thousand officers here, and I never have seen so great a change in the morals of any set of men as has been here in the last four months.”
The incidents of the campaign for this season are rich in spiritual fruits.
In hospital and on the open field the
Christian soldiers met death bravely.
Said a young Kentuckian to a minister who asked him, “Do you think you will recover?”
“No,” said he, “tell my brother that I died in a holy cause, and am ready to meet God.”
It is now, in times of great peace, a matter of wonder how men could calmly worship under the fire of formidable batteries.
“Late one afternoon,” says
Rev. C. W.
