Sunday, April 10.—A real April day, cloud and sunshine. This morning Dr. A. preached a very interesting sermon. His text was, “Ye are my friends if ye do whatsoever I command you.” I think it is a pity that he is not a chaplain instead of a surgeon. I told him so, but he says his health will not permit it.
There is a religious revival here in which the citizens take very little interest, but the soldiers a great deal.
Dr. McFerrin, a Methodist preacher, is holding it. He is a chaplain, and his very soul seems to be in the work. He is one of the most earnest preachers I ever heard.
The people are very gay. Nearly every night a party is given. The gentlemen who attend them are the attachees of the hospital and the officers of the post.
