his weak arms put them round the man's neck, and kissed him. Looking up, he said, "I love everybody." He prayed again, and afterwards felt much exhausted. The nurse told him to try and sleep a little. They lifted him gently upon his left side; his thoughts went back to her whose memory lingers longest upon earth; like as a child might have done, he folded his arms across his breast, and in a very low voice repeated distinctly—

"Now I lay me down to sleep;

I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take."

The light went out of the dying eyes; the pale lips moved never again ;—the answer to the simple petition had come quickly indeed. "Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the Kingdom of God."

Some extracts from the experience of Rev. Edward Hawes, at Camp Convalescent, may close the present chapter:

Many hearts were made glad one evening, by seeing Sergeant Morrison kneeling for prayers. He was well known throughout the camp as a wild, reckless man; his Christian wife omitted no opportunity of writing to him about coming to Jesus. In answer to her entreaties he had determined to attend regularly the evening meetings at the chapel. To many of us his unexpected act was surprising. He said to me afterwards

Hiding behind Christ.

I had more feeling than many supposed, for I knew that I was a sinner who needed a Saviour. While you were preaching that night, until near the close of the sermon, I was continually thinking, 'Well, I stand that pretty well;' but at last you said you wanted to hide yourself behind Christ, and let Him speak through you ;—and He did speak, and I couldn't stand under it."

At another time, referring to his conviction, he told me

"I was trying to do something myself; but it is good to become a little child, and cry for one's own helplessness."

He was so strong, stalwart and large that the words seemed to have an added meaning in his case. He came often to converse with me; I always enjoyed the interviews. He told me at our good-bye

“I shall never, never forget the time when you 'hid' yourself behind Jesus."

Some of the expressions of the men in the meetings were wonderful for their concentration of feeling and power. A soldier rises to speak only these solemn words

Enlisting for Christ.

"I left a gray-haired mother at home praying for me; she said to me as I came away, 'You have enlisted in the service of your country, now I beg you to enlist for Christ.' All her letters asked this question, 'Have you enlisted for Christ yet?' I thank God, Jesus has found the way to my poor heart."

At a meeting in the Cavalry Camp a new convert rises to say— "I rejoice that I have found the Saviour, but my wife is not a Christian-" and then broke down.

A comrade is up instantly, with the words—

"Boys, let's get right down here, and pray for his

The Remedy.

wife," and kneel they did, while an earnest prayer ascended.

A Maine soldier in the hospital says to us—

"If I had been impenitent since being a soldier, I don't think I would have been alive; I would have been so impatient and restless. I have tried to give up all to

God, and, even when sickest, to trust Him."

Trust.

At one of the meetings a soldier prays in his mother-tongue,-German, and then tells his experience:

"Hard on Sin

ners."

"Brethren, I shall try to say a few words; the English goes rather hard with me,—but I want you to understand that I love Jesus. I was once very wicked; God took away a child; I promised to reform, but didn't; then He took away another; then my stubborn heart was broken, and I found Jesus."

He told us of a sermon preached by a minister, who was “hard on sinners," and whose house, for some time after, he was afraid to pass, lest he should come out to talk with him. After his change he tried

successfully to awaken his wife and children; before leaving for the war he sat down with them at the table of the Lord.

At the prayer meeting at Cavalry Camp the night before some of the men were to join Kilpatrick, they put their arms around each other's necks, and sang with deep feeling

The Country

Above.

"Shall we know each other there?"

CHAPTER VIII.

THE WESTERN ARMIES.

THE CAMPAIGNS IN TENNESSEE AND GEORGIA.

July 1863-December 1863.

GEN. ROSECRANS' long delay at Murfreesboro' after Stone River had been dictated by the necessities of his position and communications. In June, 1863, he found Bragg's army entrenched in front of him at Shelbyville and Tullahoma, and towards the close of the month began a movement for his dislodgment. In spite of a continuous rain-storm, which materially delayed the advancing columns, within nine days Middle Tennessee was cleared of the Confederate army, and Shelbyville and Tullahoma occupied without any serious engagement. Rosecrans pushed forward his light troops to Stevenson, Ala., on his right, and began repairing the railroad to that place and to Bridgeport. It was not until the middle of August that our army again moved forward in force.

The General Field Agent returned from his visit to the forces operating against Vicksburg in July, and writes from Murfreesboro', the grand army centre before Rosecrans' movement upon Tullahoma :

A soldier from the Anderson Troop (15th Penna. Cav.) was

"Coming to

the Waters."

brought late one afternoon to the General Hospital outside of this place. It was his first experience of this kind; more desolate by far to him than any picture of ours can make it, taken, weak and desponding as he was, from among comrades who enlisted with him in Philadelphia, into company of strangers. As the nurse, who has lifted him from the ambulance and has laid him on his cot, is helping him undress, the cavalryman asks, with a hesitating voice

the

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'Well, nurse, I wish you would read a bit for me this evening." "What shall I read ?"

The soldier asks him to take a Bible from his knapsack: "Find that chapter about 'Coming to the waters.""

The nurse was a Christian, and turned readily to the 55th chapter of Isaiah, reading through the first verse: "Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money,-come ye, buy and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk-without money and without price."

"That's it," says the sick man; "that's it' come to the waters.' As the nurse was continuing to read through the chapter, the cavalryman stopped him, and said

"Read that verse again, nurse :-' Ho, every one that thirsteth.'” He read it again, and then again at the man's earnest request.

"Now, that 'll do, nurse; do you ever pray ?"

"Yes, I can pray."

66 Will you offer a little prayer for me?"

The nurse knelt by his cot and offered the request which the soldier dictated. The next morning he asked again for the reading of Scripture; the nurse asked, what he should read:

"I want to hear again about that 'Coming to the waters.' He read it to him twice that morning, and twice in the evening, and prayed with him. The next morning he read it again.

"I must pray for myself, nurse," the cavalryman said; and he asked to be placed in the attitude of prayer on his cot; he would not be denied the privilege. They placed him on his knees with his hand on the head of his iron cot. He began praying for himself in the words of the petition of Our Lord;-and so the Messenger found