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EXTRACTS FROM THE JOURNAL.
FROM THE BISHOP'S ADDRESS.
(Pages 37 to 44)

Beloved Brethren: A kind Providence once more permits us to
assemble in Council, but amid curcumstances well calculated to
lesson our self-dependence and to call for deep searchings of heart.
The dark cloud which lowered over the land when we last met togeth-
er has since burst in all its furym and almost every portion of
our Confederacy is filled with war and war's alarms. A crual and
unrelenting foe is pressing us on every side; and best blood of
our people has been copiously poured out on the altar of our coun-
try; and many a home, and many a heart, that lately rejoiced in the
living father, husband, brother, and son, now mourns a
veteran leader fallen, and our little band misses this day a young-
er brother from our side. A few weeks since, the public prints
annouced the painful intelligence of the death of the venerable
and truly excellent Bishop of Virginia, who for more than half a
century had faithfully served in the Ministery of Christ. Few men
have been more laborious or successful in their work. NOne have
been more justly loved and esteemed; nor had the death of any serv-
ant of God ever been more feelingly deplored than that of Bishop
Meade. As long as his declining powers lasteed his labors were
continued, and the last act of his life was to give our sister
Diocese of Alabama an overseer every way fitted to superintent the
work of God in that important field.

Far different were the dying circumstances of our young sol-
diers-brother, Weller. His spirit went up on high from the midst
of the battle-field; but he was not unprepared for that rude and
sudden call. He had gone into the ranks, and had patiently borne
the toild and privations of the common soldier, for the purpose of
getting nearer to te hearts of his comrades in arms. After dis-
tinguishing himslef for uncommon bravery and faithful perform-
ances of all his dutied, he was appointed Chaplain of his regiment,
with th prospect of much usefulness before him. But the measure of his days was near its end. On the memarable field of Shiloh