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        <head>TRUE COURAGE.</head>
        <epigraph>
          <q direct="unspecified">
            <p>“<hi rend="italics">Be not afraid of them that kill the body, and after that,
have no more that they can do. But I will forewarn you whom
ye shall fear: Fear him which, after he hath killed, hath power
to cast into hell; yea, I say unto you, fear him.</hi>”</p>
            <bibl>—LUKE XII
4,5.</bibl>
          </q>
        </epigraph>
        <p>A little wisdom and experience will teach us to be very 
modest, in interpreting God's purposes by his providences.
“It is the glory of the Lord to conceal a thing.” His 
designs are too vast and complex for our puny minds to infer 
them, from the fragments of his ways which fall under our 
eyes. Yet, it is evident, that he intends us to learn instruction 
from the events which occur before us under the regulation 
of his holy will. The profane are more than once rebuked 
by Him (as ls. 5: 12.) because “they regard not the work 
of the Lord, neither consider the operation of his hands.” 
And our Saviour sharply chides the Jewish Pharisees: “O
ye hypocrites! ye can discern the face of the sky; but can
ye not discern the signs of the times?” (Matt. 16: 3) 
We are not therefore to refuse the lessons of those events 
which Providence evolves, because caution and humility
are required in learning them. We have a guide, which 
will conduct us securely to the understanding of so much 
of them as God intends us to study: That guide is the 
Holy Scriptures. Among the several principles which they
lay down for the explanation of God's dealings, it is 
sufficient for our present task, to declare this one: That the
characters of his children, which exhibit the scriptural
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model, are given as examples, to be studied and imitated by
us. He would thus teach us more than those abstract 
conceptions of Christian excellence, which are conveyed by
general definitions of duty; he would give us a living 
picture and concrete idea. He thus aims to stimulate our 
aspirations and efforts, by showing us that the attainments of
holiness are within human reach. He enstamps the moral
likeness on the imitative soul by the warmth of admiration
and love. That such is the use God intends us to make of 
noble examples, the Apostle James teaches us, (5: 10.)—
“Take, my brethren, the prophets, who have spoken in the 
name of the Lord, for an example of suffering affliction and
of patience;” and the Epistle to the Hebrews, (6: 12.) when 
it desires us to “be followers of them who, through faith 
and patience, inherit the promises.”</p>
        <p>Common sense teaches us then, from these texts, that the
lesson is important and impressive, in proportion as the 
example given us was illustrious. By this rule, God addresses
to us instruction of solemn emphasis, in the character, and 
the death, which we have now met to commemorate. Our 
dead hero is God's sermon to us. His embodied
admonition, His incorporate discourse, to inculcate upon us the
virtues with which he was adorned by the Holy Ghost; and 
especially those traits of the citizen, the Christian, and the
soldier, now most essential to the times. He calls us, not
to exhaust the occasion in useless sensibilities, but to come
and learn the beauty of holiness, by the light of a shining
example; and to let our passionate love and grief burn in
upon the plastic heart, the impress of his principles. Happy
shall I be, if I can so conceive and execute my humble
task, as to permit this character to speak its own high
lesson to your hearts. The only reason which makes you
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think this task appropriate to me, is doubtless this: that I
had the privilege of his friendship, and an opportunity for
intimately observing, his character, during the most brilliant
part of his career. The expectations which you form from
this fact, must be my justification from the charge of
egotism, if I should allude to my own observations of him, in
exemplifying these instructions. But I must also forewarn
you, that should there be any expectation of mere anecdote
to gratify an idle curiosity, or of any disclosures of
confidential intercourse, now doubly sanctified by the seal of the
tomb, it will not be gratified. And let it be added, that
however the heart may prompt encomiums on the departed,
these are not the direct object, but only the incidental
result, of this discourse. I stand here, as God's herald, in
God's sanctuary, on this holy day, by his authority. My
business is, not to praise any man, however beloved and
bewailed, but only to unfold God's message through his life
and death. Among that circle of virtues which his
symmetrical character displayed, since time would fail me to do
justice to all, I propose more especially, to select one, for
our consideration, his Christian courage.</p>
        <p>Courage is the opposite of fear. But fear may be 
described either as a feeling and appreciation of existing
danger, or an undue yielding to that feeling. It is in the latter
sense, that it is unworthy. In the former, it is the 
necessary result of the natural desire for well-being, in a
creature endued with reflection and forecast. Hence a true
courage implies the existence of fear in the form of sense,
that is, of a feeling of danger. For courage is but the
overcoming of that feeling by a worthier motive. A danger
unfelt is as though it did not exist. No man could be called
brave for advancing coolly upon a risk of which he was totally
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unconscious. It is only where there is an exertion of
fortitude in bearing up against the consciousness of peril,
that true courage has place. If there is any man who can
literally say that “he knows no fear;” then he deserves, no
credit for his composure. True, a generous fortitude, in
resisting the consciousness of danger, will partly extinguish
it; so that a sensibility to it, over-sensitive and prominent
among the emotions, an indication of a mean self-love.</p>
        <p>There are three emotions which claim the name of courage.
The first is animal courage. This is but the ferment
of animal passions and blind sympathies, combined with an
irrational thoughtlessness. The man is courageous, only
because he refuses to reflect; bold because he is blind.—
This animal hardihood, according to the obvious truths
explained above, does not deserve the name of true courage;
because there is no rational fortitude in resisting the
consciousness of danger. And it is little worthy of trust; for
having no foundation in a reasoning self command, a sudden,
vivid perception of the evil hitherto unnoted, may, at any
moment, supplant it with a panic, as unreasoning and intense
as the previous fury. The second species of courage is that
prompted by the spirit of personal honor. There is a 
consciousness of risk; but it is manfully controlled by the
sentiment of pride, the keener fear of reproach, and the desire
of applause. This kind of fortitude is more worthy of the
name of courage, because it exhibits self-command. But
after all, the motive is personal and selfish; and therefore
the sentiment does not rise to the level of a virtue. The
third species is the moral courage of him who fears God,
and, for that reason, fears nothing else. There is an 
intelligent apprehension of danger; there is the natural instinct
of self-love desiring to preserve its own well-being; but it
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is curbed and governed by the sense of duty, and desire for
the approbation of God. This alone is true courage; true
virtue; for it is rational, and its motive is moral and 
unselfish. It is a true Christian grace, when found in its purest
forms, a grace whose highest exemplar, and whose source,
is the Divine Redeemer; whose principle is that
parent grace of the soul, <hi rend="italics">faith.</hi> “David and Samuel, and
the prophets, <hi rend="italics">through faith</hi> subdued kingdoms, 
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waxed valiant in fight, turned to flight the armies of the
aliens.” (Heb. 11: 33,34.) Trust in God, in his faithfulness,
his approbation, his reward, his command to brave the
risques allotted to them, was their motive. But “Christ
dwelleth in our hearts by faith.” (Eph. 3:17.) This is
the principle by which the soul of the believer is brought into,
living union with Christ; and the heart, otherwise sapless
and withered, is penetrated by the vital sap of his holy
Spirit. He is the head; men of faith his members; he the
stock; they the branches; his divine principles circulate
from him into their souls, and assimilate them to him. But
the whole mission of Jesus Christ on earth is a divine 
exemplification of moral courage. What was it, save the
unselfish sentiment of duty, overruling the anticipations of
personal evil which made him declare, in prospect of all the
woes of his incarnation, “Lo I come, in the volume of the
book it is written unto me; I delight to do thy will Oh my
God?” What else caused him to press forward with eager,
hungering haste, through the toils and obloquy of his
persecuted life, to that baptism of blood, which awaited him
at Jerusalem? What else nerved him, when deserted,
betrayed, and destined to death, desolate, and fainting, amidst
a pitiless flood of enemies, one word of disclaimer might
have rescued him, to refuse that word and assert his rightful
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kingship over Zion, with a tenacity more indomitable
than the grave? Jesus Christ is the Divine Pattern and
Fountain of heroism. Earth's true heroes are they who
derive their courage from him.</p>
        <p>Yet it is true, the three kinds of bravery which have
been defied, may be mixed in many breasts. Some who
have true moral courage may also have animal hardihood;
and others of the truly brave may lack it. No Christian
courage, perhaps, exists without a union of that which the
spirit of personal honour, in its innocent phase inspires;
and many men of honour have perhaps some shade of the
pure sentiment of duty, mingled with the pride and 
self-glorifying, which chiefly nerve their fortitude. But <hi rend="italics">he is
the bravest man, who is the best Christian. It is he who truly
fears God, who is entitled to fear nothing else.</hi></p>
        <p>I. He whose conduct is governed by the fear of God, is
brave, because the powers of his soul are in harmony.—
There is no mutiny or war within, of fear against shame, of
duty against safety, of conscience and evil desire, by which
the bad man has his heart unnerved. All the nobler capacities
of the soul combine their strength, and especially,
that master power, of which the wicked are compelled to
sing: “It is conscience that makes cowards of us all,”
invigorates the soul with her plaudits. In conscious rectitude
there is strength.</p>
        <p>This strength General Jackson eminently possessed. He
walked in the fear of God, with a perfect heart, keeping all
his commandments and ordinances, blameless. Never has
it been my happiness to know one of greater purity of life,
or more regular and devout habits of prayer. As ever in
his great task-master's eye, he seemed to devote every hour
to the sentiment of duty, and only to live to fulfill his
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charge as a servant of God. Of this be assured, that all
his eminence and success as a great and brave soldier were
based on his eminence and sanctity as a Christian. Thus,
every power of his soul was brought to move in sweet accord,
under the guidance of an enlightened and honest conscience.
How could such a soul fail to be courageous, for the right?</p>
        <p>But especially did he derive firmness and decision, from
the peculiar strength of his conviction concerning the
righteousness and necessity of this war. Had he not sought the
light of the Holy Scriptures, in thorough examination and
prayer, had his pure and honest conscience not justified the
act, even in the eye of that Searcher of hearts, whose fear
was his ever-present, ruling principle, never would he have
drawn his sword in this great quarrel, at the prompting of
any sectional pride, or ambition, or interest, or anger, or
dread of obloquy. But having judged for himself, in all
sincerity, he decided, with a force of conviction as fixed as
the everlasting hills, that our enemies were the aggressors,
that they assailed vital, essential rights, and that resistance
unto death was our right and duty. On the correctness of
that decision, reached through fervent prayer, under the
teachings of the sure word of Scripture, through the light
of the Holy Spirit, which he was assured God vouchsafed
to him, he stood prepared to risk, not only earthly prospects
and estate, but an immortal soul; and to venture,
without one quiver of doubt or fear, before the irrevocable
bar of God the Judge. The great question: “What if I
die in this quarrel,” was deliberately settled; so
deliberately, so maturely, that he was ready to venture his
everlasting all upon the belief that this was the path of duty.</p>
        <p>And so, we may assert, it is with all the best of our land.
Just in proportion to the integrity of men's principles, to
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their magnanimity, to their incorruptible love of right and
truth, to their fear of God, have been their decision and zeal
in the cause of the Confederate States. Our mothers,
wives and sisters, with their disinterested and generous
instincts; our most honored and venerable citizens and
jurists; the most saintly and reverend pastors in the Church
of Christ; have been foremost to justify our defence. If
there have been any to dissent, they have been found usually
among the ignorant, the mercenary, and the base. This
is our answer to the slanderers, who denounced our
revolution as a scheme of wicked politicians, an artifice of the
ambitious and factious few.</p>
        <p>II. The second reason which makes the man of faith
brave, is stated in the context: “Are not five sparrows
sold for two farthings, and not one of them is
forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your
head are all numbered: Fear not therefore; ye are of
more value than many sparrows.” God's special providence
is over all his creatures, and all their actions; it is over
them that fear Him; for their good only. By that almighty
and omniscient providence, all events are either produced;
or at least permitted, limited, and overruled.  There is no
creature so great as to resist its power, none so minute as
to evade its wisdom.  Each particular act among the most
multitudinous which confound our attention by their number,
or the most fortuitous, which entirely baffle our inquiry
into their cause, is regulated by this intelligent purpose
of God. Even when the thousand missiles of death,
invisible to mortal sight, and sent forth aimless by those who
launched them, shoot in inexplicable confusion over the 
battle-field, His eye gives each one an aim and a purpose according
to the plan of his wisdom.  Thus teacheth our Saviour.</p>
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        <p>Now, the child of God is not taught what is the special
will of God as to himself; he has no revelation as to the
security of his person. Nor does he presume to predict
what particular dispensation God will grant to the cause in
which he is embarked. But he knows that, be it what it
may, it will be wise, and right, and good. Whether the
arrows of death shall smite him or pass him by, he knows
no more than the unbelieving sinner; but he knows that
neither event can happen him without the purpose and will
of his Heavenly Father. And that will, be it whichever it
may, is guided by Divine wisdom and love. Should the
event prove a revelation of God's decision, that this was
the place, and this the hour, for life to end; then he accepts
it with calm submission; for are not the time and place
chosen for him by the All-wise, who loves him from eternity?
Him who walks in the true fear of God, God loves.—
He hath adopted him as his son forever; through his faith
on the righteousness of the Redeemer. The Divine anger
is forever extinguished by the atonement of the Lamb of
God, and the unchangeable love of God is conciliated to him
by the spotless righteousness of his Substitute. The
preciousness of the unspeakable gift which God, gave for his
redemption, even the life of the Only-begotten, and the
earnest of the Holy Ghost, bestowed upon him at first
while a guilty sinner, are the arguments to this believer, of
the richness and strength of God's love to him. He knows
that a love so eternal, so free, so strong, in the breast of
such a God and Saviour, can leave nothing unbestowed,
which divine wisdom perceives to be for his true good.—
“He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for
us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all
things.” (Rom. 8: 32). And this love has enlisted for
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his safeguard, all the attributes of God, which are the
security of His own blessedness. Why dwelleth the Divine
mind in ineffable, perpetual peace? Not because there are
none to assail it; but because God is conscious in himself
of infinite resources, for defence and victory; of a 
knowledge which no cunning can deceive; of a power which no
combination can fatigue. Well, these same attributes,
which support the stability of Jehovah's throne, surround
the weakest child of God, with all the zeal of redeeming
love. “The eternal God is his refuge; and underneath
him are the everlasting arms.” (Deut. 33:27.) Therefore
saith the Apostle, that the believer hath “his heart
and mind garrisoned by the peace of God which passeth all
understanding.” (Phil. 4:7.) And therefore our Saviour
saith, with a literal emphasis of which our faint hearts are
slow to take in the full glory: “Peace I leave with you;
<hi rend="italics">my</hi> peace I give unto you.” (John 14:27.) In proportion
as God's children have faith to embrace the love of God to
them, are they lifted in spirit to his very throne and can
look down upon the rage of battle, and the tumult of the
people, with some of the holy disdain, the ineffable security,
which constitutes the blessedness of God. “Their life
is hid with Christ in God.”</p>
        <p>It has been said that Gen. Jackson was a fatalist, by
those who knew not whereof they affirmed. He was a
strong believer in the special providence of God. The doctrine
of a Fate is, that all events are fixed by an immanent,
physical necessity in the series of causes and effects
themselves; a necessity as blind and unreasoning as the tendency
of the stone towards the earth, when unsupported from
beneath; a necessity as much controlling the intelligence
and will of God as of creatures; a necessity which admits
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no modification of results through the agency of second
causes, but renders them inoperative and non-essential, save
as the mere, passive stepping stones in the inevitable
progression. The doctrine of a Providence teaches that
the regular, natural agency of second causes is sustained,
preserved, and regulated by the power and intelligence of
God; and that in and through that agency, every event is
directed by his most wise and holy will, according to His
plan, and the laws of nature which He has ordained.
Fatalism tends to apathy, to absolute inaction: a belief in
the providence of the Scriptures, to intelligent and hopeful
effort. It does not overthrow, but rather establish the
agency of second causes, because it teaches us that God's
purpose to effectuate events only through them (save in
the case of miracles,) is as steadfast, as his purpose to
carry out his eternal plan. Hence it produces a combination
of courageous serenity,—with cheerful diligence in the use
of means. My illustrious leader was as laborious as he was
trustful; and laborious precisely because he was trustful.
Every thing that self-sacrificing care, and preparation, and
forecast, and toil, could do, to prepare and to earn success
he did. And therefore it was, that God, without whom
“the watchman waketh but in vain,” usually bestowed
success. So likewise, his belief in the superintendence of
the Almighty was a most strong and living conviction. In
every Order, or Dispatch, announcing a victory, he was
prompt to ascribe the result to the Lord of Hosts; and
those simple, emphatic, devout ascriptions were with him no
unmeaning formalities. In the very flush of triumph, he has
been known to seize the juncture for the earnest inculcation
of this truth upon the minds of his subordinates. On
the momentous morning of Friday, June 27th, 1862, as the
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different corps of the patriot army were moving to their
respective posts, to fill their parts in the mighty 
combination of their chief, after Jackson had held his final
interview with him, and resumed his march for his position at
Cold Harbour, his command was misled, by a misconception
of his guides, and seemed about to mingle with, and
confuse, another part of our forces. More than an hour of
seemingly precious time was expended in rectifying this
mistake; while the booming of cannon in the front told us
that the struggle had begun, and made our breasts thrill
with an agony of suspense, lest the irreparable hour should
be lost by our delay; for we had still many miles to march.
When this anxious fear was suggested privately to Jackson,
he answered, with a calm and assured countenance: “No;
let us trust that the providence of our God will so overrule
it, that no mischief shall result.” And verily; no mischief
did result. Providence brought us precisely into 
conjunction with the bodies with which we were to co-operate; the
battle was joined at the right juncture and by the time, the 
stars appeared, the right wing of the enemy, with which he
was appointed to deal, was hurled in utter rout, across the
river. More than once, when sent to bring one of his old
fighting brigades into action, I had noticed him sitting motionless
upon his horse with his right hand uplifted, while
the war worn column poured in stern silence close by his
side. At first it did not appear whether it was mere
abstraction of thought, or a posture to relieve his fatigue.
But at Port Republic, I saw it again; and watching him 
more narrowly, was convinced by his closed eyes and moving
lips, that he was wrestling in silent prayer. I thought that
I could surmise what was then passing through his fervent
soul; the sovereignty of that Providence which worketh
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all things after the counsel of his own will, and giveth the
battle not to the strong, nor the race to the swift: his
own fearful responsibility, and need of that counsel and
sound wisdom, which God alone can give; the crisis of his
beloved country, and the balance trembling between defeat
and victory; the precious lives of his veterans, which the
inexorable necessities of war compelled him to jeopardize;
the immortal souls passing to their account, perhaps
unprepared; the widowhood and orphanage which might
result from the orders he had just been compelled to issue—
And as his beloved men swept by him to the front, into the
storm of shot, doubtless his great heart, as tender as it was
resolute, yearned over them in unutterable longings and
intercessions, that “the Almighty would cover them with
his feathers, and that his truth might be their shield and
buckler.” Surely the moral grandeur of this scene was
akin to that, when Moses stood upon the Mount of God,
and lifted up his hands, while Israel prevailed against
Amalek! And what soldier would not desire to have the
shield of such prayers, under which to fight? Were they
not a more powerful element of success than the artillery,
or the bayonets of the Stonewall Brigade?</p>
        <p>III. The true fear of God ensures the safety of the
immortal soul. United to Christ by faith, adopted into the
unchanging favour of God, and heir of an inheritance in the
skies which is as secure as the throne of God, the believing
soul, is lifted above the reach of bodily dangers. But the
soul is the true man, the true self, the part which alone
feels or knows, desires or fears, sorrows or rejoices, and
which lives forever. It is its fate which is irrevocable. If
it be lost, all is lost; and finally lost; if it be secure, all
other losses are secondary, yea, in comparison trivial. To
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the child of God, the rage of enemies, mortal weapons, and
pestilence are impotent. True, he has no assurance that
they may not reach his body, but they reach his body
only, and,
<q direct="unspecified"><lg type="verse"><l>“If the plague come nigh,</l><l>And sweep the wicked down to hell,</l><l>T'will raise the saints on high.”</l></lg></q></p>
        <p>This is our Saviour's argument, “Be not afraid of them
that kill the body; and after that <hi rend="italics">have no more that they can
do.</hi>” Pagan fable perhaps intended to overshadow this 
glorious truth, when it described its hero with a body made
invulnerable by its bath in the divine river, and therefore
insensible to fear, and indifferent to the weapons of death.
But the spiritual reality of the allegory is found only in
the Christian, who has washed his soul from the stain of
sin, (which alone causes its death,) in the Redeemer's
blood. He is the invulnerable man. “The arrow cannot
make him flee; darts are counted as stubble; he laugheth
at the shaking of a spear.” He shares, indeed the natural
affections and instincts which make life sweet to every man
and bodily pain and death formidable. But these emotions
of his sensuous being are counteracted by his faith, which
gives to his soul a substantial, inward sense of heavenly
life, as more real and satisfying than the carnal. The clearer
the faith of the Christian, the more complete is this
victory over natural fears. To the mere unbeliever, this 
mortal life is his all-in-all, bodily death is utter extinction,
pain is the master evil, and the grave is covered by a horror of
great darkness unrelieved by one ray of hope or light.—
And Christians of a weaker type, in their weaker moments
cannot shake off the shuddering of nature in the presence of
these, the supreme evils of the natural man. But as faith
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brightens, that tremor is quieted; the more substantial the
grasp of faith on eternal realities, the more does the giant
death dwindle in his proportions, the less mortal does his
sword appear, the narrower and more trivial seems the gap
which he makes between this life and the higher; because
that better life is brought nearer to the apprehension of
the soul. Does the eagle lament to see the wolf ravage its
deserted nest, as it betakes itself to its destined skies, and
nerves its young pinions and fires its eyes in the beams of
the king of day? The believer knows also, that should his
body be smitten into the grave, the resurrection day will
repair all the ravages of the sword, and restore the poor
tenement to his occupancy, “fashioned like unto Christ's
glorious body.” He can adopt the boast of inspiration:
“God is our refuge and strength; a very present help in
trouble. Therefore will not we fear though the earth be
removed, and though the mountains be carried into the
midst of the sea.” (Ps. 46:1,2.) Amidst the storm of
battle, and even the wreck of defeat, his steadfast heart
knows no fear.</p>
        <p>But that the enemy of God should have courage in
battle, is incomprehensible to me. It can only be explained
by thoughtlessness. When the danger which assails the
body reaches the soul also, when the weapon that lays the
body in the dust, will plunge the soul into everlasting and
intolerable torments, by what philosophy can a reasoning
being brace himself to meet it? He who has not God for
his friend, has no right to be brave. But we should be far
from inferring thence, that the citizen who is conscious of
his enmity to God, is therefore justified in shunning the
exposure to this risk, at the expense of duty and honour.—
This would be but to add sin to sin, and folly to folly. If
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safety is not found in the path of duty, still more surely it
will not be found when out of it. He is in the greatest
danger, who is disobeying God; and infinite wisdom and
power can never be at a loss for means to strike their 
enemy, however far removed wounds and weapons of war
may be. To refuse a recognized duty is the surest way to
alienate the mercy of God, and to grieve that Holy Ghost,
on whom we depend for faith and repentance. The only
safe or rational course therefore, for the ungodly soldier, is
to make his peace with God at once; and thus advance
with well-grounded confidence in the path of his duty, and
of all men, the soldier has the strongest reasons to become
a Christian!</p>
        <p>Such was the foundation of the courage of Jackson. He
walked with God, in conscious integrity; and he embraced
with all his heart “the righteousness of God which is by
the faith of Jesus Christ.” His soul, I believe, dwelt
habitually in the full assurance that God was his God, and his
portion forever. His manly and vigorous faith brought
heaven so near, that death had slight terrors for him.—
While it would be unjust to charge him with rashness in
exposure to danger, yet whenever his sense of duty prompted
it, he seemed to risk his person with an absolute
indifference to fear. The sense of his responsibilities to his
country, and the heat of his mighty spirit in the crisis of
battle, might sometimes agitate him vehemently; but never
was the most imminent personal peril seen to disturb his
equanimity for one moment. It is a striking trait of the
impression which he has made upon his countrymen, that
while no man could possibly be farther from boasting, it
always became the first article of the belief of those subject to
his command, that he was of course, a man of perfect courage.</p>
        <pb id="dabne19" n="19"/>
        <p>But courage alone does not explain the position which he
held in the hearts of his people. In this land of heroic
memories, and brave men, others besides Jackson have
displayed true courage. God did not endow him with several
of those native gifts which are supposed to allure the
idolatry of mankind towards their heroes. He affected no kingly
mien nor martial pomp; but always bore himself
with the modest propriety of the Christian. Nor did he
ever study or practice those arts, by which a Buonaparte
or an Alexander kindled the enthusiasm of their followers.
The only manifestation which ever he made of himself was
in the simple and diligent performance of the duties of his
office. His port on the battle field was usually rather suggestive
of the zeal and industry of the faithful servant,
than of the contagious exaltation of a master-spirit.
Nature had not given to him even the corporeal gift of the
trumpet tones, with which other leaders are said to have
roused the divine phrensy in their followers. It was only
at times that his modest and feeble voice was lifted up to
his hosts; and then, as he shouted his favourite call:
“Press forward,” the fiery energy of his will, thrilled
through his rapid utterance, rather like the deadly clang
of the rifle, than the sonorous peal of the clarion. His was
a master-spirit; but it was too simply grand to study
dramatic sensations. It impressed its might upon the souls
of his countrymen, not through deportment, but through
deeds. Its discourses were toilsome marches and battles
joined, its perorations were the thunder-claps of defeat
hurled upon the enemies of his country. It revealed itself 
to us only through the purity and force of his action; and
therefore the intensity of the effect he has produced.</p>
        <p>This may help us to explain the enigma of his reputation,
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How is it that this man, of all others least accustomed to
exercise his own fancy, or address that of others, has
stimulated the imagination, not only of his countrymen, but of
the civilized world, above all the sons of genius among us?
How has he, the most unromantic of great men, become the
hero of a living romance, the ideal of an inflamed fancy in
every mind, even before his life had passed into history!—
How did that calm eye kindle the fire of so passionate a love
and admiration in the heart of his people? He was brave,
but not the only brave. He revealed <sic corr="transcendent">transcendant</sic> military talent; but the diadem of his country now glows with a
galaxy of such talent. He was successful; but we have
more than one captain, whose banner never trailed before
an enemy. I will tell you the solution. It was, chiefly
the singleness, purity, and elevation of his aims. Every
one who observed him was as thoroughly convinced of
his unselfish devotion to duty as of his courage; as
certain that no thought of personal advancement, of ambition
or applause, ever for one instant divided the homage of his
heart with his great cause, and that “all the ends he aimed
at were his country's, his God's, and truth's,” as that
he was brave. The love of his countrymen is the
spontaneous testimony of the common conscience, to the beauty
of holiness. It is the confession of our nature that the virtue
of the Sacred Scriptures, which is a virtue purer and
loftier than that of philosophy, is the true greatness, grander
than knowledge, talent, courage, or success. Here, then,
as I believe, is God's chief lesson in his life and death, (and
the belief encourages auspicious hopes concerning God's
designs towards us.) He would teach us the beauty and
power of pure Christianity, as an element of our social
life, of our national career. Therefore he took an exemplar
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of Christian sincerity, as near perfection as the infirmities of
our nature would permit, formed and trained in an honorable
retirement; he set it in the furnace of trial, at an hour
when great events and dangers had awakened the popular
heart to most intense action; he illustrated it with that
species of distinction which above all others, attracts the
popular gaze, military glory; and held it up to the admiring
inspection of a country grateful for the deliverances it had
wrought for us. Thus he has taught us, how good a thing
his fear is. He has made all men see and acknowledge
that, in this man, his Christianity was the fountain head of
the virtues and talents, which they so rapturously applauded;
that it was the fear of God which made him so fearless
of all else; that it was the love of God which animated his
energies; that it was the singleness of his aims which
caused his whole body to be so full of light, that the
unerring decisions of his judgement, suggested to the unthinking,
the belief in his actual inspiration; and that the lofty
chivalry of his nature was but the reflex of the Spirit of Christ.
Do not even the profane admit this explanation of his
character? Here then, is God's lesson, in this life, to these
Confederate States: “It is righteousness that exalteth.”—
Hear it ye young men, ye soldiers, ye magistrates, ye
law-givers; that “he that exalteth himself shall be abased;
but he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.”</p>
        <p>But what would he teach us by his death, to our view so
untimely? To this question human reason can only answer,
that God's judgments are far above us, and past our finding
out.</p>
        <p>One lovely Sabbath, riding alone with me to a religious
service in a camp, Gen. Jackson was talking of the general
prospects of the war, hopefully, as he ever did. But at the
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close, he assumed an air of intense seriousness, and said:
“I do not mean to convey the impression that I have not
as much to live for as any man, and that life is not as sweet.
But I do not desire to survive the independence of my
country.” Can this death be the answer to that wish?—
Can the solution be, that having tried us, and found us
unworthy of such a deliverer, he has hid his favourite in the
grave, in the brightness of his hopes, and before his blooming
honours received any blight from disaster, from the
calamities which our sins are about to bring upon us? Nay;
we will not believe that the legacy of Jackson's prayers
was all expended by us, when he died; they will yet avail
for us all the more, that they are now sealed by his blood.
The deliverance of the Jews did not end with the untimely
end of Judas Maccabee.  The death of William of Orange
was not the death of the Dutch Republic. The lamented
fall of John Hampden was not the fall of the liberties of
England. And, if we may reverently associate another
instance with these, the crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth,
was, contrary to the fears of his disciples, but the beginning
of the sect of the Nazarenes. So, let us hope, the tree of
our liberties will flourish but the more for the precious
blood by which it is watered.</p>
        <p>May it not be, that God, after enabling him to render all
the service which was essential to our deliverance, and
showing us in him, the brightest example of the glory of
Christianity, has bid him enter into the joy of his Lord, at
this juncture, in order to warn us against our incipient
idolatry, and make us say: “It is better to trust in the
Lord, than to put confidence in princes?” No man would
more strongly depreciate this idolatry of human instruments,
than Jackson, and never so strongly, as when
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addressed to himself. None can declare more emphatically
than would he, if he spoke to us from the skies, that while
man is mortal, the cause is immortal. Away then, with
unmanly discouragements, God lives, though our hero is
dead.</p>
        <p>That he should have toiled so hard for the independence
of his country, and so ardently desired it; and then at last,
be forbidden to hail the day of our final deliverance, or to
receive the grateful honours which his fellow-citizens were
preparing for him; this has saddened every heart with a
pang both tender and pungent. The medicine to this pain,
my brethren is to remember, that he has entered into a
triumph and peace, so much more glorious than that which
he bled to achieve for his country. It would have been
sweet to us, to hail him returning from his last victory to a
delivered and enfranchised country; sweet to see and 
sympathize with the joy with which he hung up his sword, and
paid the sacrifices of thanksgiving in the courts of the
Lord's house; sweet to witness, with reverent respect, the
domestic bliss of the home for which he so much sighed,
solacing him for his long fatigues. That happiness <hi rend="italics">we</hi> have
lost; but <hi rend="italics">he</hi> has lost nothing. He has laid down his sword
at the footstool of his Father God; he now sings his
thanksgiving song in a nobler sanctuary than the earthly one he
loved so much; he “bathes his weary soul in seas of 
heavenly rest.”</p>
        <p>We who loved him, while we bewail our own loss, should
not forget the circumstances which alleviate the grief of his
death. Surely, it was no ill-chosen time for God to call him
to his rest, when his powers were in their undimmed
prime, and his military glory at its zenith; when his 
greatest victory had just been won; and the last sounds of
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earth which reached him were the thanksgivings and blessings
of a nation in raptures for his achievements; in tears
for his sufferings. I love to remember too, that his
martyr-life had just been gladdened by the gratification of those
affections which were in him so sweet and strong, and
which yet, he sacrificed, so patiently, for his country.</p>
        <p>Still more do we thank God that it was practicable, as it
might not have been at an earlier, or a later period, for him
to enjoy those ministrations of love, in his last days, which
were the dearest solace of his sufferings. Into the sacredness
of those last communings, and of the grief which survives
them in his widowed home, we may not allow even our
thoughts to intrude. And yet, may not a mourning nation
venture to utter their blessing on the mourning heart
which blessed him with its love; and to pray, that the
breast which so magnanimously calmed its tumult, to make
a quiet pillow for the dying head of their hero, may be
visited by God, with the most healing balm of heavenly
consolation? Will not all the people say: amen?</p>
        <p>Nor will they forget the tender flower, sole off-shoot of
the parent stock, born to bloom amidst the wintry storms
of war, which he would fain have forbidden the summer
breeze to visit too roughly. The giant tree which would
have shielded it with pride so loving, lies prone before the
blast. But His God will be its God; and as long as the
most rugged breast of his hardy comrades is warm, it will
not lack for a parent's tenderness.</p>
        <p>And now, with one more lesson, I leave you to the
teachings of the mighty dead. If there was one trait which was
eminent in him above the rest, it was determination. This
was the power, before whose steady and ardent heat
obstacles melted away. This was the force, which caused his
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battalions to breast the onsets of the enemy like ramparts
of stone, or else launched them irresistibly upon their
shivered lines; “the unconquerable will, the purpose never to
submit or yield!” Every one who was near him felt that
defeat was a result wholly excluded from his contemplation.
Let us imbibe this spirit. As we visit the soil which drank
his blood! or the grave where his body rests in the bosom
of his beloved valley, we will adopt them as new seals to
our pledge to be free or to die. Let us resolve that as the
solemn mountain peaks keep their everlasting watch around
the home and the tomb of Jackson, even so immovably
will we guard the rights for which he died.</p>
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      <div1 type="appendix">
        <head>APPENDIX.</head>
        <head>Sketch of the Life of Lieut. Gen. T. J. Jackson.</head>
        <p>A few facts in regard to the life and death of Gen.
Jackson may not be inappropriate, as an appendix to the
foregoing discourse. The following sketch appeared in the
Richmond Sentinel, from the pen of an intimate friend of
the illustrious dead:</p>
        <p>“Thomas J. Jackson was born on the 21st day of
January, 1824, in Clarksburg, Harrison county, Va. His great
grand-father, John Jackson, and his great grandmother
were of English birth.</p>
        <p>They emigrated to this country at an early day, and
settled on the South branch of the Potomac. Subsequently,
they removed to what is now Lewis county, in 
Northwestern Virginia. Their son, Edward, (grand-father of
Thomas J.,) was surveyor in Harrison county for many years,
and subsequently represented the county of Lewis in the
Legislature for several years. Jonathan Jackson, the father
of Gen. Jackson, studied law under Judge John G. Jackson, 
in Clarksburg; and thence commenced its practice,
acquiring some reputation. He became embarrassed as security
for his friends, and all his property was swept away before
his death, which took place in 1827. He left four children,
of whom Thomas was the youngest, was but three years old.
An uncle, then residing in Lewis county, took the little
orphan to live with him. Here Thomas, by going to school
Three months in the winter, and laboring on the farm the
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residue of the year, as was the custom with the farmers'
sons in Western Virginia, acquired the rudiment of a plain
English education. About the age of seventeen he was
appointed to a Cadetship at West Point. He here graduated
with high distinction.</p>
        <p>Gen. Jackson entered the military service under Gen.
Zachary Taylor, with the rank of Brevet Lieutenant.—
When Gen. Scott was ordered to Mexico, Lieut. Jackson
joined him at Vera Cruz. In the short but sanguinary and
brilliant campaign that followed, resulting in the capture of
the city of Mexico, Lieut. Jackson, by successive
promotion for his gallantry and merit, became Brevet Major.—
Perhaps none who started even with him attained so high.</p>
        <p>After the Mexican war was over Major Jackson left the
army because of impaired health, and accepted a 
Professorship at the Virginia Military Institute.</p>
        <p>When the present troubles commenced, he repaired at
once to Richmond, where he was commissioned Colonel by
Governor Letcher, and ordered to take command at Harper's
Ferry. He arrived there May 2d, 1861, and the next
day entered upon his duties. From that day to the fatal
3rd of May, 1863, just after midnight, when he received
his disabling wounds, he was never absent from the first
day of duty. <milestone n="*   *   *   *   *   *   *" unit="typography"/></p>
        <p>Gen. Jackson was twice married. The first time to a
daughter of Rev. Dr. Junkin. Her children all died. His
widow was Miss Morrison, of North Carolina, who,
with an infant daughter of five months, now survives
him.”</p>
        <p>We need not speak of his brilliant military career,
beginning with the masterly defence of Harper's Ferry, and
continued through the Napoleonic campaign in the Valley,
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and ending with the glorious but mournful field of Chancellorsville.
The impression produced by it abroad, may be
inferred from some extracts from English papers. The London
Post (Government organ,) of May 5th, speaking of
him says:</p>
        <p>“Whilst his religion taught him humility and dependence
upon the Creator, it did not lead him to confound the true
nature of the objects for which he and his followers were 
striving, and to suppose that because their ends were noble,
that therefore, they were the champions of God. If he was
occasionally a preacher in the camp, he was skillful and also a
gallant general in the field; and it is not surprising that those
who had so frequently followed him to victory should have
considered him as specially favored by Providence, and have
regarded him with feelings akin to devotion. <hi rend="italics">As a soldier
he will hold probably the foremost place in the history of the
great American civil war.</hi> His name is <sic corr="indelibly">indellibly</sic> associated
with the most brilliant achievements of the Confederate
armies; for those achievements, by his genius and his courage,
he more than any one else specially contributed—
Strategic ability is the most valuable qualification a General
can possess; but it is not always that consummate
military tacticians command the confidence of their followers,
or insure the success of the operations they conduct. It
was, however, the good fortune of General Jackson, to lead
men who, whilst their courage was exalted in an
extraordinary degree by the conviction that nothing could be worse
than defeat, were inspired with an unshaken faith in the
genius and ability of their General. To follow Jackson
they knew was to march to certain victory; and, if it was
necessary that success should be purchased at the cost of
many lives, that reflection did not dispirit them, for the
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cause in which they were fighting stripped death of all its 
terrors.”</p>
        <p>The London Herald (Derby organ,) of the 27th says:</p>
        <p>“He was animated by the spirit which rendered the
soldiers of the Commonwealth irresistible in fight—which
carried Havelock through incredible dangers to the gates of
Lucknow in triumph. The Northern Republic has
produced no heroes of the stamp of Jackson. One such man
might be the salvation of them yet. Blatant demagogues
at home, bragging imbeciles in the field, afford a spectacle
so absurd, and yet so painful, that Europe knows not
whether to laugh or weep at the degradation of her children.—
The Northerners want a man to do a man's work. The only
great men of the war have been developed in the South.—
It is very difficult to explain this. Some may call it a
fatality, some a providential arrangement. That it is a fact
is at present enough for us.”</p>
        <p>An impression exists in many minds that his religion was
of a stern and austere type. But this is a mistake. He
was stern in discharging his duty, but his religion was of a
sunny and hopeful character. A little incident illustrates
this. It was habit, when camp duties permitted, to
gather his staff in his tent on Sabbath evening to sing
hymns. When asked what hymns should be sung his usual
reply was, we will begin with “How happy are they, who
their Saviour obey.” and the fact that this joyous, exulting
hymn was his favorite is a sufficient key to the general tone
of his religious character. It had that blended tenderness,
hopefulness and firmness that constituted his natural
character, and made him the remarkable man he was. Two
other incidents recorded in the papers from authentic
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sources illustrate this fine combination of characteristics:</p>
        <p>“Previous to the first battle of Manassas, when the
troops under the command of Stonewall Jackson had made 
a forced march, on halting at night they fell on the ground
exhausted and faint. The hour arrived for setting the
watch for the night. The officer of the day went to the
General's tent, and said—</p>
        <p>“General, the men are all wearied, and there is not one
but is asleep. Shall I wake them?”</p>
        <p>“No,” said the noble Jackson, “let them sleep, and I
will watch the camp to-night.”</p>
        <p>And all night long he rode around that lonely camp, the
one lone sentinel for that brave but weary and silent body
of Virginia heroes. And when glorious morning broke, the
soldiers woke refreshed and ready for action, all unconscious
of the noble vigils kept over their slumber.</p>
        <p>The night preceding that on which he received his
wounds, Gen. Jackson and his staff were in the open air
without tents. One of his aids prevailed on the General
to accept of him a light covering. In the night, however, 
when all was wrapped in deep sleep, Jackson arose, and
gently laying the covering over the young aid, he lay down
again and slept without any protection whatever. In the
morning he awoke with a cold, which brought on the attack,
eventually causing his death from pneumonia.”</p>
        <p>As soon as it was ascertained that he was wounded, Gen.
Lee sent him the following note, as noble a tribute to the
writer as it was to the hero to whom it was addressed:</p>
        <q type="letter" direct="unspecified">
          <text>
            <body>
              <div1 type="letter">
                <opener>“Chancellorsville, May 4th.</opener>
                <p>GENERAL:—I have just received your note informing me
that you were wounded. I cannot express my regret at
the occurrence. Could I have directed events I should
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have chosen, for the good of the country, to have been disabled
in your stead.</p>
                <p>I congratulate you upon the victory which is due to your
skill and energy.</p>
                <closer><salute>Most truly yours,</salute>
<signed>(signed) <lb/><name>R. E. Lee, General.</name></signed></closer>
                <closer>Lieut. Gen. J. T. Jackson.”</closer>
              </div1>
            </body>
          </text>
        </q>
        <p>On hearing this, he was deeply affected by the generous
tribute of his chief, but humbly remarked, that the glory
of the victory was due to God alone. </p>
        <p>When he saw the anxiety of those around him concerning 
his wounds, he said that he esteemed them great blessings,
that they were all right and would work together for
good to him.</p>
        <p>It was a special kindness of God to him that his wife and
child, whom he had seen so little during the war, were
allowed to reach him soon after he was wounded, to soothe
and cheer his closing days. When he saw the irrepressible
grief of his beloved wife, he tried to cheer her saying, “I
know you would gladly give your life for me, but do not be
sad. I hope still to recover. Pray for me, but always
remember to say, “Thy will be done.”</p>
        <p>When speaking of the probability of his death, he advised
her to make her home with her “kind and good father,”
as he termed him; but he added no one is so “kind and good
as your Heavenly Father.”</p>
        <p>When told that his old Stonewall Brigade had gone into
battle with the watchword, “charge, and remember
Jackson,” and inspired by it had swept the enemy before them
in resistless triumph, he was moved, and remarked “it was
just like them, they are a noble body of men.”</p>
        <p>His thoughts ran much on the Bible, and he made many
inquiries about it from theologians around him, which
elicited some characteristic remarks about what he called
“the headquarters” of Christianity and its first preachers.
He inquired whether any of those persons healed by Jesus
ever had a return of their disease, declaring that to him
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this seemed impossible, so great was the power exerted,
“that the poor paralytic could never again tremble with
the palsy,” and exclaimed once, “Oh for this infinite 
power.”</p>
        <p>As his end drew near, he was told that he had but two 
hours to live. He calmly replied, “it will then be infinite 
gain to be translated to heaven, and be with Jesus.” When
his unconscious babe was brought to him for a last farewell,
he gazed tenderly on her, and said, “how sweet it would
be to live for this dear babe,” then looking up serenely he
added, “No, it is better to depart and be at peace.”</p>
        <p>His wanderings of mind were on his duty.  He was
again at the head of his fiery columns, the light of battle
in his eye, and its thunder in his ear, and he ordered one
officer to prepare for action, another to “bring the infantry
to the front,” and another to have provisions brought to
the men. At last he faintly whispered, “all right,” as if
his heroic spirit heard the shout of victory, and was ready
for its rest.</p>
        <p>He had always desired to die on the Sabbath, and this
wish was kindly gratified. And during the morning when
his thoughts were not wandering, he made special inquiry
about the arrangements for preaching, and was not satisfied
until assured that the men should be supplied with religious
services, he seemed to sink into a calm repose of both body
and mind, from which he never fully rallied. As his
thoughts were wandering on some scene, earthly or 
heavenly, he was heard to murmur “let us pass over the 
river and rest under the trees,” as if the bright unfading
scenes on the other side of Jordan were dawning to his 
gaze; and before the shadows had grown long on that 
bright Sabbath noon, his noble and holy spirit had passed
over the river, and was walking in brightness beneath the
trees that fringe the banks of the crystal stream, and had
entered upon that rest that remaineth for the people of
God.
<q direct="unspecified"><lg type="verse"><l>“Servant of God, well done!</l><l>Rest from thy loved employ,</l><l>The battle fought, the victory won,</l><l>Enter thy Master's joy.”</l></lg></q></p>
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