The story of a border city during the Civil WarAnderson, Galusha
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The story of a border city during the Civil War
Anderson, Galusha
Missouri -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865; Saint Louis (Mo.) -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865
Those who had anxiously sought my counsel approved, some of them with
apparent reluctance, this proposed line of action. So I went directly
from the boat on which we were ferried over the river, to my study, sat
down to my self-appointed task, and did not rise until it was done. Over
the sermon I wrote the following explanatory and conciliatory note.
“Since the delivery of this sermon, on the evening of April 21st, its
statements and sentiments have been greatly misrepresented. While it was
not prepared for publication, no word of it in fact having been written
before its delivery, at the suggestion of judicious friends, we give it
to the press, in order to correct the mistatements that have been made.”
I at once carried my manuscript to the editors of _The Republican_, who
apparently received it with pleasure. The next day it was published, and
having been so extensively talked about, it was widely read. The effect
of its publication was just what I had anticipated. The excitement
aroused by the spoken discourse, whose scope and spirit had been greatly
misapprehended by those who did not hear it, measurably died away; but
no one thereafter doubted where my pulpit stood on the vexed question
which was then dividing the nation.
The next Sunday morning, when I stepped into my pulpit, I had before me
one striking evidence of the effectiveness of my patriotic sermon. In
one entire row of pews, stretching from the pulpit to the outer door,
there were only three families. There my secession friends, whom I
highly esteemed, had been accustomed to sit; but a discourse on loyalty
to the general government had driven them away, never to return. That
row of empty pews was on the north side of the middle aisle, but a
Southern brother of high standing with a twinkle in his eye said to me,
“That is the South side of the house.” We deeply regretted to lose those
who so unceremoniously left us; but as no man or set of men is
indispensable, we went on prosperously without them. Their departure in
some measure strengthened us. They had been a disturbing element, and
after they had gone, we had that power that flows from unity of spirit
and action.
They took with them when they seceded a bright young Scotchman; but
after an absence of six weeks, he returned. At the close of the morning
service he very cordially greeted me, and said in his broad Scotch
accent: “I suppose you have noticed that I have been away. I went with
the rest, and we were foolish enough to think that when we departed the
roof of the church would fall in and the walls would fall down; but
every morning, when I went to business, I looked over this way, and saw
that she still stood, and so I thought I would come back.” But all did
not have the horse-sense of this Scotchman; only a few of the seceders
ever returned, but others came to take their places, and by the
following October the pews were fuller than ever; but many who sat in
them wore the shoulder-straps of army officers.
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