Went this morning to ––– Church and heard the Gospel
preached, but in a manner so dull, and in a voice so monotonous, that I did not
hear with much profit. I mourn that I did not, for I believe that some of the
most God-serving, and therefore efficient ministers, are those who are not
attractive as preachers, and there must be some defect in the listener who is
not profited by the Gospel preached in spirit and in truth, though not set
forth in an attractive form. I would that our best preachers could be sent to
the field, for the soldiers, having such temptations to spending the Sabbath in
idleness, should have the Gospel made impressive and interesting, so that they
may be induced to attend the services and to enjoy them.
W. N. and his sweet bride passed through town this week. It
was very pleasant to see how she understood his wants; how naturally she would
open the doors, gates, etc., and assist him in walking up and down steps. I
trust he may soon be able to give up his crutches. L. B. is also married and in
town, staying at Judge M's. Captain S. returned from the wars a few
nights after the one appointed, and was married in quite the old style of
bridesmaids and groomsmen, with a bridal supper which I am told reminded one of
peace times.
Our army does not seem prospering in the West. Bragg has
fallen back. We long to hear better things. A battle seems imminent on the
Rappahannock; ninety-three wagons filled with ammunition were yesterday
captured by Colonel Rosser — a good capture, at a good time.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 245
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