Sandy, rough looking man in an exhalation & prayer.  He too felt embarrassed, but his former opinions were no secret, they were known & he did not seek to conceal them.  He was not a believer in fate, but in Providence.  He had hoped & prayed that Providence would build up a great Southern Confederacy, but He had not done it, & it now becomes us to submit as well as we can to the "Powers that be &c".  One young lady of the vimish, aristocratic stamp Jumped up & sailed out, one or two gents of the same stamp followed.  He "didn't wish to give offence", lined out a hymn which was sung by the "peculiar congregation" & prayed, for the president of the U. S. & his Councilors, & for all in authority & for those languishing in prisins (I think he meant poor Jeff Davis) that their afflictions might be light & that mercy & forbearance might govern those appointed to rule over us &c.  He prayed fervently for our afflicted & distracted Country, East, West, North & South.  Let us yet hope for the Republic, a nation of sinners are in tears and prayer.  It is now 3 P.M., the church bell has Just rung, to collect the Colored people together, the same gentleman who preached to us to day anounced that he would preach to them as usual at this hour.  It was also anounced that "the Chaplain" (meaning Barton) of the Regt would preach at early Candlelight at the church (Baptist)  There are a great many Baptists all over the South, I think they are only outnumbered by the Methodists & perhaps by the Presbyterians.  It is a sad thought that brethren of the same religious faith and often the same church who have mingled their prayer before the same Throne, and Sat at the same Table and eat and drank from the same Cup in memory of Him Who died, that we through him might live, I say it is sad
