"I have been over the river to see some detached regiments," said a chaplain. "I asked one noble-looking soldier if he loved Jesus?
"'No, I don't.'
"'Are you married?'
"'No; but I have a sister. She isn't a Christian, but she wrote to me that she wanted me to become one, and I wrote to her that I wanted her to be one; and I guess, chaplain, that everybody who believes the Bible feels just so. If they ain't good themselves, they want their friends to be.'
"I found another soldier writing a letter on a little bit of paper. I gave him a full sheet and an envelope.
"'Are you a Christian Commission man?'
"'Yes.'
"'You are a d—-- good set of fellows.'
"'Hold on, soldier, not quite so hard.'
"'I beg your pardon, chaplain, I didn't mean to swear, but, darn it all, I have got into the habit out here in the army, and it comes right out before I think.'