The
below Christian Tract was distributed to our Confederate Soldiers on the
battlefield
during
the late War for Southern Independence.
While it is not dated, it is thought to
have
been published between 1862 and 1864.
Every attempt has been made to reproduce
it
exactly as it appear. Save for the
fact that originally it was in a small brochure
format.
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No. 131.
THE
CHRISTIAN SOLDIER THE
TRUE
HERO
RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE
SOLDIERS
OF THE CONFEDERATE STATES
BY MRS. L. N. B., OF MACON,
GA
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Soldier --- A friend presents to
you these little leaves. Now, while
the peaceful Sabbath is wooing you to thought and contemplation, or while the
soft twilight invites to quiet and repose, or while the faintly gilded East
allows you a leisure hour before the arduous routine of the day; take them and
bind them to your heart, and emulate the picture therein portrayed.
For what have you left your sunny
home: For what do you
uncomplainingly submit to the hardship of the camp? For what do you willingly expose your
life on the dread day of battle? Do
you simply seek the "bubble reputation of the cannon's mouth;" is your ear charmed by the hoarse din of
war and the clang of arms; or, rather, does the pure flame of patriotism impel
you to vindicate the cause of honor, virtue, liberty, and the South? We will not insult your manhood by
supposing that another or a baser motive than this has called you to the
field.
This holy impulse can make you
dare and do great things. It is
heaven-born. It is the sublime gift
of God. It is akin to the divine
mind from which it springs; and he who is imbued with it recognizes the Almighty
Hand in the direction of the affairs of nations and of peoples, and to its
sacred keeping entrusts his life and the fortunes of his country.
With the glorious motto, "God and my native land," glowing and burning upon his heart,
the soldier can sieze his country's standard and, shouting to his followers to
defend it, can, with steady hand, plant it upon the exposed parapet. He can unflinchingly bare his breast
and, like the solid rock that Omnipotent Power alone can shake, confront the
thousand deadly missles of an embittered foe. He is prepared for the destiny that has
been foreordained for him by a righteous God.
When the loud clarion peal of
"CHARGE" sounds
in his expectant ear, he lifts his heart in an inaudible prayer to the Throne of
Grace, and with a whispered "Thy will be
done," he rushes forward to the deadly struggle.
This is not the bravery of brute
force, which makes a man delight to steep his hands in the blood of his
fellow-man, or stride untouched over the unburied corpses of a fallen foe. Nor is it the fictitious bravery caused
by the delirium and wild excitement of the occasion and circumstances, that
impels him, like the madman upon the brink of a precipice, to leap eagerly to
swift destruction. Nor is it yet
the bravery that knows no fear.
That were stupid and irrational.
He fears the just wrath of his God.
He thinks with apprehension of the dread Tribunal before which he may be
called suddenly to appear; but he subdues his fears, and recalling the boundless
mercy of the Great Judge, faces the shock and meets his fate--a hero. His is the genuine bravery, the moral
courage of the martyr. It is the
firm and heroic resolve of virtue and of reason. Involking the aid of religion and
patriotism, he supports his fainting heart, and is enabled, with these alone, to
give up his life with solemn composure and patriotic resignation. Life becomes a small sacrifice for the
Christian patriot. With the
life-blood slowly dripping from his torn and wounded heart, his eye can still
beam with a beatific and heavenly gleam; and the lips that ne'er profaned his
Marker can wreathe themselves into smiles of blissful satisfaction.
It is not plain whence comes his
bravery, his courage, his exalted manhood?
It is even from the nursery where first he lisped an infant prayer upon
his mother's knee; it is from the reverential regard he maintained for all
things holy and divine in his youth; and from the abiding and simple trust in an
almighty Saviour and in an overruling Providence, that, in his maturer years,
has marked and directed his footsteps.
So; dear soldier, while the purest
"amor patrioe" may swell your noble
bosom, trust not taht, without the faith of the Christian, it can carry you
triumphantly to the end. You will
shudder at the thought of a ball stopping for ever your heart-trobbings; a
depressing fore-boding will cover your face with parlor in the hour of dreadful
battle; clinging affections and regretful aspirations toward this beautiful
earth will annoyingly tug at your heart-strings; and, indeed, all bravey and
valor, may desert you in the trying moment. But a firm, supporting faith in your God
and Redeemer must drive all such feeling from your heart, and make you, to the
last, the true soldier --- the patriot --- the 'blessed martyr."
Amid the smoke, the din and the
confusion of the ensanguined field, your gentle and disembodied spirit will
mount to the regions of bliss and peace, and the lovely sod will cover the body,
where a nation's gratitude will bow to do reverence, and where gentle and
appreciative woman will linger to plant a flower or drop a melanecholy
tear.
Thus we see that the Christian
soldier is the true hero --- a sublime and beautiful model, worthy of your
emulation and imitation.
Soldier, would you aspire to
it? Then take for your teacher and
friend the great Book of books. There is no more invulnerable breast-plate than
the written word of God's eternal truth.
Wthin its sacred leaves are wisdom, counsel, and heavenly
consolation. Therein is to be found
the imperishable pearl, the priceless gem of salvation. Its voice emphatically bids you fight
for the cause of religion and truth, and declares that the mighty God, the "God
of war," will always smile upon that cause. Its holy unction will bring peace to
your spirit, and its blessed hope will strengthen your arm and nerve hour
heart. In the camp or the bivouac,
let it be a pillow for your head; and when summoned to to battle, let it be
enshrined near your heart, where its sacred lids may e'en avert the threatening
ball --- and at all times let its truths and warnings be a light to your feet
and restraint upon every unholy impulse.
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PUBLISHED BY THE SOUTH CAROLINA TRACT
SOCIETY
Printed
by Evans & Cogswall, No. 3 Breoad street, Charleston, S.C.