# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1907_S44 # Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration) The Lutheran Pioneer. ———————————— —ua__CcouaeOOOOoOnRajpée@OTOywWO$T$#$WWNM99M@M9M$$T$NMSNTTDauswxwwow_00—— 0 OO Gen. Robert E. Lee’s Prayer Books. General Lee asked me if I ever had calls for prayer books among the soldiers. I told him that I frequently had, and he replied: “Well, you would greatly oblige me if you would call at my quarters and get and distribute a few which I have. I bought a new one when in Richmond the other day, and upon my saying that I would give my old one, which I had carried through the Mexican war and had kept ever since, to some soldier, the bookseller offered to give me a dozen new prayer books for the old one. I, of course, accepted so good an offer; and now I have a dozen to give away in- stead of one.” I called at the appointed hour; the general had been called away from his quarters on some im- portant matter, but he had (even amid his pressing cares and responsibilities) left the prayer books with a member of his staff, with directions concern- ing them. In each one he had written, in his own well-known handwriting, “Presented to by R. E. Lee.” Had I been disposed to speculate, I am quite sure that I could easily have traded each one of these books containing the autograph of our great chieftain for a dozen others, and I know that the soldiers to whom I gave them have treasured them as precious mementos, or handed them down as priceless heirlooms. I saw one of these books several years ago in the hands of a son whose father was killed on the retreat. It was not for sale. In- deed, money could not buy it. Rev. J. William Jones. A Pillow for Jesus. A little boy read from his Testament the words: “The Son of man hath not where to lay His head.” He sobbed aloud. His mother asked him what was: the matter. At last, as well as his sobs would let him, he said: “If I had been there, I would have given Him my pillow.” “Why, my dear,” replied the mother, “you can give a pillow or any other thing to Jesus, if you, out of love to Him, give it to the needy among His disciples. Just look up Matt. 25, 40, and read what Jesus there says.” The boy looked up the passage and read: “Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” Next Sunday Night. The following sad story we heard some years ago from the pastor of a large city church. A Christian lady one day came to the pastor weeping in her sympathy with a sorely afflicted friend. This friend was, a few days ago, the happy wife of one of the most successful merchants in the city. They were blessed with two beautiful little girls, and they lived wholly for the enjoyment of this world. Like thousands of others, they never attended any church, but were entirely and in- tensely occupied with the pursuit of wealth and pleasure. It seems, however, that the wife’s conscience must have troubled her, for in answer to her Chris- tian friend’s earnest invitation, she had promised to listen to the Word of God next Sunday night. She had also spoken to her husband about it, and he had agreed to go with her. But before next Sunday night, while in the possession of perfect health and in the strength of young manhood, he was suddenly attacked by a violent pain in the chest, and was taken in a carriage from his place of business to his house.