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.PEESIDEMT OF THE GAHADA COFFEFFFCE IF 1842 .
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THE LIFE AND TIMES
OF THE
REV. ANSON GREEN, D.D.
WRITTEN BY HIMSELF,
AT THE
REQUEST OF THE TORONTO CONFERENCE,
AND PRESENTED TO THE CHURCH FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE SUPERANNUATION FUND.
WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY
THE REV. S. S. NEELES, D.D., LL.D.
President of Victoria College.
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Rev. Anson Green, D.D.
Rev. and Dear Dr. — It affords me much, pleasure to send you the following copy of a resolution passed on the 20th of June, 1876, at the Toronto Conference of the Methodist Church of Canada, held in the George^ Street Church, in the town of Peterborough, Out,
I am,
Yours truly,
WM. BRIGGS,
Secretary of Conference.
Moved by Rev. Joseph Sanderson, M.A.,
Seconded by Rev. William Young, and carried, —
“ That whereas it is in the knowledge of members of this Conference that the Rev. Anson Green, D.D., has in his possession important records and personal recollections of events pertaining to the early history of our Church in Canada ; and whereas Dr. Green has been for more than half a century identified with the. work of our Church throughout this land, and considering it desirable that such records be given to the Church and the world from his own pen, therefore Resolved, That Dr. Green be urgently requested by this Conference to prepare and publish, at his earliest convenience, a volume of such reminiscences.”
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INTRODUCTION.
0 writings are more valuable than those which give a faithful picture of the early history of a people. At later periods the sources of information multiply, but the origin of things is often shrouded in impenetrable obscurity. Records not having been made at the time, the materials cannot subsequently be recovered. Canadians should be mindful of this fact now, and encourage all well- directed efforts to furnish any memoirs, narratives, or sketches, however fragmentary, that serve to throw light on the primitive times when
“ The rudiments of empire
Were plastic yet and warm, The chaos of a mighty world Then rounding into form.”
Among the early moulding forces of the Canadian nation nothing has been more powerful or more beneficent than Methodism. All honour to the other Churches now working so effectively in the common field, but the praise of pioneer- ing, of preaching the Gospel in “ the regions beyond,” this, in Canada, as in America at large, belongs peculiarly to Methodism.
These memoirs of the Life and Times of Dr. Green are a very interesting and valuable contribution to this phase of
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Canadian history. The venerable author, though now advanced in years, still lingers among us as one of the few surviving labourers in the great work of founding Christian churches in this once northern wilderness.
Those of us who inherit the fruits of such labours cannot cherish too fondly the memory of the men who have done so much to make Canada what she is to-day, and what she is destined more and more to become — one of the freest and happiest of the nations of the globe. We should be blind as well as unpatriotic not to recognise, I will not merely say the usefulness, but the greatness, of these pioneers. There are many forms of greatness, but into all true great- ness there must enter something of courage, self-reliance, unselfishness, and persevering toil amid discouragement and hardship. Such virtues we find in the early preachers of this country. Their highest qualities were doubtless of a moral kind, and sprang from their Christian principles, but the moral and religious power of the men was often accom- panied by intellectual abilities of a high order. We find it hard to understand how a man could be a student, much less an extensive scholar, and live on horseback, but between living on horseback and On a railway car, the former is in our judgment the more favourable of the two, not only to mental vigour, but even to mental discipline. Books and newspapers were not so abundant in those days, but the few books were more thoroughly mastered, and the reading was made fruitful by meditation. Educational dis- advantages were often compensated by native talent im- proved by self-culture and inspired with religious devotion ; and these again were brought into freer play by the very conditions of the country and the enterprising methods of an itinerant ministry.
The open air, the vigorous exertion, the wild scenery, the habitual converse with nature in her changes of season and
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her varying moods of sunshine and storm, the robustness of frame and freshness of spirit which belong to such a life, the sense of freedom, the unity of aim, the occasional dangers by flood and field, and above all, the spirit of the cross with the purifying effect of self-denials borne for Christ and his Gospel, these and like causes served to give even ordinary men an extraordinary power, and to clothe extraordinary men with a kind of heroic grandeur. The same influences and conditions preserved these men from some faults and malformations which cleave too naturally to the clerical character when joined to a sedentary life and a narrow range of reading. It was a further advantage that along with their hardy itinerancy they were called also to the work of ecclesiastical organization, and of doing battle betimes for civil rights. Thus they added to the graces of the Christian, and the gifts of the preacher, something of the capacities and habits of the statesman, and acquired a symmetry and healthy completeness of manhood which belong neilher to the devotee nor the worldling.
As regards eloquence, of which in our day we hear so much and see so little, we recall with a kind of wonderment the melting power and simple grandeur of those old pioneer preachers. They were no doubt specially raised up and qualified for their great work. Their religious conversion was generally striking, and their call to preach clearly marked, and the new spiritual life breaking in upon their souls, like a divine revelation, became the source of new energies, both of thought and speech. It was an eloquence born of the baptism of fire. The conveisions among the people were often of the same marvellous type. Common experiences made common sympathies, and these sympathies were not chilled by the critical and doubting spirit of our time. The cardinal truths of the Gospel were proclaimed with remarkable distinctness and simplicity, and when
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pressed home upon the conscience with urgent appeals, and the now old-fashioned and well-nigh obsolete methods of exhortation, the word was with power. The divine unction was more than rhetoric, and the want of cultured tastes among those who heard did but give greater freedom and fervour to religious sensibilities. It was as if the windows of heaven were opened and the fountains of the great deep broken up. Preachers and people were alike exalted beyond the common moods of life, and brought again to the verge of that apostolic day when tbe pentecostal showers fell and the first disciples saw the tongues of flame.
No more affecting seasons are to be found in the history of the Church than those long-remembered quarterly occa sions and camp-meetings when these devoted itinerant preachers met with the multitudes gathered from places far and near — gathered not by easy pleasure trips on steamboat or railway, but by serious, honest pilgrimages in heavy waggons over rough woodland roads. The vast congrega- tions were swayed as the summer corn is swayed by the wind, their hearts warmed and stirred as the streams under the breath of spring. The converting power still abides with the Churches, and a variety and fulness of instruction not available in the former days, but the startling conver- sion of daring transgressors, followed by a burning intensity of devotion, the moral revolutions putting believers in marked and courageous contrast with surrounding ungod- liness, together with a certain awfulness overhanging the dispensation of God’s grace, and felt both by saint and sinner, and transferred also to the preacher as the messenger of grace, these are either not known now, or, if known, fail to draw atttention as in the days when the rarity of Chris- tian privileges, and the simple ways of the people, made the coming of a minister like the visit of an angel, and the conversion of a soul like a miracle from heaven.
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Having been permitted to read a portion of these memoirs I have found them of great interest to myself, and I most heartily recommend them to others. The author speaks of matters that came under his own observation, and that belong to his own experience, some of them facts and incidents of moment to all Canadians, and not likely to be presented, or, at least, so faithfully presented elsewhere. The Rev. Dr. Green has had a lengthy ministerial career, and besides doing his part in the rougher itinerant work has filled all the higher positions in the gift of his Church. He has enjoyed, to a remarkable degree, the confidence of his brethren. While holding an eminent place as a preacher he has, perhaps, distinguished himself yet more highly in the legislative and financial schemes of the Church, and has repeatedly been called to represent the Connexion on important missions both to the English and American Conferences. His great penetration, his uniform self- possession, his wide experience, his dignified and courteous bearing, together with an imposing presence, all eminently qualified him for these onerous and delicateRuties. If he had not become a Methodist minister he might easily have risen to eminence as a financier or a diplomatist, and even a Methodist minister is the better of a capacity for both the one and the other. May his venerable form still continue to grace the Conference platform, and may this little volume, with its simple instructive narratives, and its often touching pictures of Canadian and Methodistic life, have a wide circulation.
Victoria University,
March 3rd, 1877.
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PREFACE.
wm tea' HE author presents this narrative to the reader with Bfl&Bfll much diffidence, and under a deep sense of its many imperfections. He has always endeavoured to meet the wishes and comply with the demands of his Conference in everything : the foregoing resolution will therefore plead his excuse for coming before the public in this way. Had the Conference made this request two or three years earlier, when he had more time and strength, he might have done his Church better service, and himself more credit. During the fifty-three years of his ministry he has been in the habit of keeping journalistic jottings, not for the public eye, but for his own amusement and improvement. These jot- tings now would fill more than a thousand such pages as these, and not having time and strength to write a new book, he has made such abridgments of, and extracts from, his journal as he trusts may give the reader a glimpse of the past, and rescue some achievements from threatened oblivion. This will account for the fact that some events, long since passed, are written in the present tense. In pre- senting these events, he has followed down the stream of his own life and times, in order the better to describe the circuits and districts on which he has laboured ; and present a consecutive view of the transactions of his times.
The present and rising generations know but little of the privations and persecutions which some of us, and our people, were called to endure fifty years ago ; and the writer has
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endeavoured, in the briefest manner possible, to furnish such facts concerning the Clergy Reserves, and the efforts for a State Church, as will give some idea of the unrivalled in- fluence exerted by the Methodist people to secure that state of religious liberty and equality which we now so happily enjoy.
The author is a Methodist, not by birth and education, but from conviction and choice ; and he has written in a plain way for a plain people. He respects and reveres other Churches, and trusts he has not offended them by speaking well of his own. He has seen great changes during his ministry. Some of his week-day appointments have now become heads of circuits, and some of his circuits embrace whole districts. Had Dunham or Case, White- head or Metcalf, left a history of his own life and times, written by his own hand, with what relish would we now peruse such a work. Dr. Carroll and Mr. Playtor have done good service to the Church, but the resources are not exhausted. Our aged ministers are swiftly passing away, and what they do must be done quickly. If the following pages contribute to the happiness of any, the author will be rewarded for his effort.
As the writer has devoted his whole life and energies in promoting the interests of his Church, he feels it right to give this work to her also. He has therefore presented it to our Book Room to be published for the benefit of the superannuated ministers, widows, and orphans, of the Toronto, London, and Montreal Conferences, reserving to himself a few volumes only for personal distribution.
The frontispiece is from a plate engraved for the Wesleyan Magazine in 1855, and is too young for the author now, but not for him during three-fourths of the period about which he has written.
Toronto, March 1st, 1877*
INDEX.
Academy, 140, 160, 196, 201, 206 ; Opening, 211, 217, 234, 270, 307. Astronomy, 272, 307, 374, 375.
Atlantic Cable, 372.
Arnold Family, 186, 193.
Arthur, Wm. , 361, 362, 363, 373.
Augusta District, 164, 168, 173.
Ancaster Circuit, 84, 91, 114.
Arianism, 97, 218.
Aikins, Senator, 388, 419, 424.
Autumnal Foliage, 367, 424.
Bishop Hedding, 40, 103.
British Columbia Mission Commenced, 373.
Boundary, North-West, 288.
Baptism, 16, 149, 404, 414.
Belton, S., 51, 134.
Breakenridge, D., 39, 50, 56.
Birthdays, 427, 50, 87, 318, 328.
Budget Family, 161.
Book Steward, 177, 277, 375, 315 ; Book Room, 177, 336, 346. Brouse, M., 171.
Bears, 66 ; Battle of Sadoa, 406.
Black, J., 84, 85, 101, 103.
Brock ville, 140, 142, 145, 148, 154.
Bytown, 165, 200 ; Burwell, 201.
Bay of Quinte District, 206, 209.
Bloomfield, 34, 76.
Case, Wm., 33, 54, 59. 192, 311, 355, 356.
Cholera, 156, 186, 326.
Clarke, Watson and Drew Died, 168, 178.
Clergy Reserves, 98, 126, 154, 189, 202, 212, 221, 226, 332, 334.
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Cobourg, 49, 67, 217, $18, 220.
Cramahe, 49, 53.
Cavan, 51.
Camp -meetings : — Adol., 62, 78 ; Cramahe, 69 ; Briar Hill, 193 ; Grimsby, 238 ; Ancaster, 33 ; Bound Lake, 438, 444 ; Sea Cliff, 440.
Chapter of Accidents, 65, 120.
Christian Advocate Started, 90 ; Guardian Started, 135.
Church Organized, 121.
Centenary, English, 225, 228 ; American, 405.
College Beform, 271, 376, 377, 390.
Comet, 321.
Cold Summer, 4.
Canada, 31, 32, 86, 125.
Coats, J., 85.
Conversion, 6, 9, 447 ; Clarke, 328 ; Wright, 352, 116.
Census, Beligious, 317, 384, 435 ; Cobourg, 216.
City Boad, 349.
Conscience, 55.
Called Out of Bed to Preach, 34; To the Ministry, 41.
Corner Stones, 416, 417, 419.
Carroll, J., 217, 358, 384, 389, 413.
Conference, 44 ; General, 140, 441 ; Special, 240 ; Dissolved, 434 ; English, 290, 311, 314, 339, 345; Toronto, 438, 443, 446 ; American General, 274, 312, 315, 339 ; Evangelical Alliance, 297, 429 ; In Washington, 431.
Centenary and Missionary Meetings, 228, 231, 241, 258, 262, 265, 406.
Captain Pritchard, 420.
Cochran, 425.
Clerical Debate, 157, 218.
Cook, Peleg, 16, 338 ; Cook, Mrs. J. and H., 428.
Committee on Church Property, 442.
Dr. Bunting, 241, 296, 308, 363 ; Death, 371.
Dr. Byerson, 135, 241, 271, 273, 274, 275, 278, 279, 335, 410, 413, 433, 441.
Dr. Alder, 160, 183, 227, 240, 246, 294, 295, 296, 309, 310.
Dr. Wood, 310, 386, 399, 404, 409, 438.
Dr. Punshon, 412, 413, 421, 424, 427.
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Dr. Richey, 199, 227, 310, 315, 376, 406.
Dr. Nelles, 372, 377, 378, 394, 412, 413, 433.
Dr. Stinson, 177, 226, 263, 370, 377, 379, 383, 388 ; Funeral, 389. Dr. Taylor, 229, 273, 277, 402, 404, 409, 412, 419.
Dr. Rice, 389, 428, 433.
Dr. Douglas, 439.
Dr. Jeffers, 399, 394.
Douse, John, 217, 341.
Daughter’s Death, 395 ; Sister’s Death, 119, 248.
Dedication of Churches: — Cobourg, 56; Kemptville, 179; Perth, ^ 182 ; Mansel, 189 ; Merrick ville, 198 ; Port Hope, 207 ;
Carrying Place, 209 ; Cramahe, 211 ; Oakville, 239 ; Barrie, 247, 399 ; Georgetown, 249 ; Simcoe, 258 ; Plains, 269 ; i Esquesing, 273 ; Peterborough, 343 ; Yorkville, 349 ; Aurora, 350 ; Milton, 350 ; Guelph, 357 ; Picton, 358 ; Brampton, 378 ; Eden, 385 ; Drummondville, 394 ; St. Catharines, 394 ; Meadowvale, 396 ; Claremont, 397 ; Collingwood, 399 ; Ham- ilton, 406^ Faulkners, 415 ; Newcastle, 410 ; Newmarket, 368 ; Mount Pisgah, 418 ; Metropolitan, 421 ; Wardsville, 425 ; York, 419, 386 ; Thornhill, 342 ; Richmond Hill, 324 ; Bethany, 390 ; Glenallen, 387 ; Kars, 389 ; Elora, 390 ; Teston, 421.
Dunham, 63.
Doctrinal Difficulties, 13, 91.
Dancing, 7, 381.
Dundas Street, 85 ; College, 433.
Employing Talent, 21, 268, 356.
Eider Ryan, 38, 106, 110, 137.
Educational Difficulties, 25, 73.
Evangelical Alliance, 292, 297, 429, 433.
Easter Difficulties, 285.
Elizabethtown, 146.
Ernestown, 201, 121.
Exciting Events, 270, 271, 272, 273.
First Conference, 44 ; Anniversary, 71 ; Ride on Steamboat, 123. Fearful Visitation, 21.
Fire in Toronto, 321.
Four Days’ Meetings, Origin of, 148, 191, 196.
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Fraternal Meeting with the Kirk, 412.
Funerals at Sea, 346 ; Funeral of a Drunkard, 61.
Five Points of Doctrine, 91, 14.
Fort George, 124.
Father’s Consent, 15, 61, 120.
Fasting, 77, 156, 369.
Ferrier, Senator, 353, 370, 424.
Gulf Stream, 354.
Gold Discovered in California, 322.
(general Assembly, Addresses to, 416.
Great Eclipse, 4.
Gage, James, 91, 93, 111.
Held Back from Danger, 329, 347.
Hannahsville, 87, 263, 267, 422.
Hallowell Circuit, 30, 73, 77, 207, 358.
Hamilton, 87, 127, 267.
Healy Ezra, 68, 138, 330.
Hopkins, 94, 98, 263, 443.
Howard, I. B., 368.
Harper, E. B., 368, 426.
Irvingism,. 200, 210.
Indian Conversion, 33, 70 ; Schools, 402 ; First Baptism, 32, Infidels Converted, 194, 406 ; Deaths, 179.
Insanity, Cause of, by Dr. Workman, 402, 404.
Ireland, 303 ; Distance to, 367.
J ohnson Family, 259.
Japan, 424, 425, 427.
Joined the Church, 13 ; In Canada, 30.
Jones, R., 117, 277, 375, 401, 404.
King William IY., 142, 153 ; Death of, 213.
Kingston, 30, 220, 378.
Last Sabbath at Home, 28 ; In Adelaide Church, 418. License to Exhort, 21 ; Preach, 37, 40, 62, 64.
La veil, C., 414 ; Lavell, Dr., 378.
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Local Preachers, 62, 64, 275.
Lord Sydenham, 248, 284, 232.
Lord Lindsay’s Dahlia, 229.
Memory of Early Days, 4.
Marriage, 87, 127 ; Bill, 153.
Marsdon, G., 175.
Montreal, 199, 326, 343.
Matilda, 173.
Metropolitan Church, 413, 417, 421, 423, 441.
Morrow, Major, 440.
Meeting Houses, 79.
Metcalf, F., 61, 72, 81, 138, 152, 332; Metcalf, J., 363.
Madden, 118, 184.
My Mother’s Grave, 120, 337, 404.
Middleburgh, 336. 445.
Millerites, 271.
My First Eucharist, 17; Quarterly Meeting, 17; Lovefeast, 19; Sermon, 34, 36 ; Circuit, 48 ; Appointment, 49 ; First Before Father, 60.
Meeker, W. H., 404.
Neal, 117.
Napoleon, 320, 300.
Niagara Falls, 98 ; Table-rock, 333.
New Year, 94, 112, 136, 189, 210, 288, 334.
Narrow Escape, 118, 121, 233,234, 312.
Ordination, 103, 107, 139.
Owen Sound, 279, 433.
President of Conference, 252, 392.
Presiding Elder, 102, 161 ; Changed, 253, 278.
Paddock, 122.
Paper Money, Origin of, 401.
Property Lost, 25.
Predictions, 317.
Politics, 96, 113, 128, 154, 170, 189, 202, 217, 221, 247.
Political Party Names in England, 198, 364.
Poole, W. H., 378, 414.
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Prince Consort’s Death, 385.
Presentation, 111, 356.
Privy Council Decision in Church Matters, 400.
Patrick, A., 335 , Patrick, Wm., 187.
Protection in Danger, 217, 219, 221, 222, 223, 224, 225, 226, 233, 244 247, 312.
Peterborough, 50, 208, 217, 343.
Parliament Defends the Conference, 130.
Paris, 299, 311, 348.
Potts, J., 413, 429.
Port Hope, First Sermon, 49, 57.
Pastoral Visiting, 109, 352.
Quebec, 351, 353.
Quakers, 37.
Ruben’s Descent from the Cross, 301.
Rebellions, 214 ; India, 369 ; Manitoba, 414.
Representatives, 294, 348, 362.
Representatives to General Conference, 275, 312, 339,
Religious Chart, 83, 113, 129, 131.
Ryerson, W., 212, 245, 291, 309, 343.
Ryerson, J., 102, 133, 249, 266, 299, 309, 315, 435.
Restoration to the Pulpit, 331.
Rose, S., 160, 262, 389, 394, 401.
Reunion, 250, 291, 299, 302, 306, 343.
Revival in Nelson, 107 ; Cobourg, 217.
Sabbath Schools, 80, 107, 140.
Street Preaching on Horseback, 69.
Selah, 381.
Seasickness, 123, 145, 305, 313.
Statistics, 122, 152, 178, 193, 339, 380, 411, 413, 435.
Scotland, 303.
Springer, 89.
Stage Upset, 121.
Toronto District, 237 ; City, 181, 279.
Thornhill, 212, 284.
Tedious Ride, 171, 199, 351.
Temperanoe, 61, 112, 141, 147, 154,
Thompson, Mrs., 51. Tibbets, 337. Tractarians, 261, 262.
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University Reform, 390, 271.
Union with English Conference, 159, 239. Union with other Bodies, 418, 424, 441.
Victoria College, 247, 254, 332, 371, 387.
Waterloo, 300.
Wooster, Calvin, 147.
Wesley on a State Church, 191.
War in U. S. A., 381, 400.
Williams, J., 167; W. H., 151.
Witness of the Spirit, 12.
Wilson, J., 57.
Whitehead, 288.
Washington, Visit to, 432.
Wilkinson, H., 186, 207, 286, 386. Writing Sermons, 324, 373.
Young, G., 410. Young, Wm 410
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CHAPTER I.
EARLY DAYS CHURCH RELATIONS.
WAS born on the 27th of September, 1801, and born again on the 27th of October, 1819. The
former was an important event, but would have proved an endless curse without the latter. Our old family name in England was Clark ; but the mutations of time and the change of property often produce a change of name, hence mine became Green. The old name has always been ven- erated in the family, therefore my oldest brother was called Clark.
My paternal grandfather’s name was Isaac. He had three sons. My uncles, James and Benjamin, settled in Rhode Island, where the latter filled the office of Judge for 25 years ; but Joseph, my father, went to the State of Hew York, married Miss Lydia Yorce, and settled on a farm in Middleburgh, Schoharie, where I was born. My father was an honest, upright man, but made no profession of reli- gion. He abhorred profane or debasing language, and inflicted his first chastisement on me for calling my sister a devil. When first I attended school he gave me such a lecture on
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honesty as I can never forget. In company with my school- mates, I had picked np some early apples under a tree where they had fallen in great profusion. On meeting my father I hastened, with childish pride, to offer him a ripe apple, supposing I would get great praise. But how sadly was I disappointed when he asked, “ Where did you get that apple ? ” On being told, he fixed his bright blue eyes upon me and said, “ So you have been stealing, have you ! I’ll eat none of your stolen fruit, and your mamma will make your back smart if she finds we have a thief in the family.” This was the first intimation to my innocent mind that I had done wrong, and the thought of being a thief filled me with sadness. I threw my delicious apples into a maple grove, and walked home with a heavy heart. How timely this caution against venial offences ! Never since have I seen lads picking up apples under a tree but this rebuke has come distinctly before me.
My memory of early days is very vivid. I have a dis- tinct recollection of three events which occurred the day I was four years old, and of others which must have taken place prior to that day. I well remember the great eclipse which occurred on the 16th of June, 1806. The workmen left the fields and amused themselves in gazing at the stars. The birds ceased their songs, the fowls went to roost, and the cattle lay down for their night’s rest. On the 9 th of June, 1816 — -that fearfully cold summer — we were surprised to see snow deep enough to allow one man to drive four miles and back in his sleigh. For three nights the ice formed a quarter of an inch thick, and leaves were falling as they do in autumn. Dark spots were seen on the sun, and farmers feared their fruit was spoiled and their crops destroyed. But the dark spots disappeared, the crops measurably recovered, and we realized the truth of God’s word, which assurer us that “ while the earth remain eth seedtime and
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harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night, shall not cease.”
On the 13th of April of this gloomy year, my dear mother died when only fifty years old, and I but fourteen and a-half. She was my best earthly friend, and the loss was irreparable. She died happy, and her triumph over the last enemy surprised me much. She was the only pious member of our family, and I missed her pious ex- ample and godly admonitions. Sunday-schools were then in their infancy, and but little known in any part of the new world. In the winter of 1818, I was confined to my bed for months with a lingering fever, during which time my mind was dark and my heart hard. When spring returned I measurably recovered, and began to read the Scriptures with more relish. Religious enjoyment was low in the place, and prayer-meetings neglected until the summer of 1819, when two pious females, Mrs. Roger Gale and Mrs. Stephen Joice, came to the village and commenced holding female prayer-meetings. Mrs. J oice possessed remarkable gifts in prayer and exhortation, and she used them with marked success. The fire soon began to burn, and the brethren sought and obtained admittance to these meetings. On one Thursday evening in August my youngest sister asked my brother and me to accompany her to the prayer-meeting, which we did ; and I found the service most impressive and solemn. My sister was prayed for as the young woman who had left the ball-room. On Sunday evening we went again, and found the school-house quite full. During the services my sister arose and asked a local preacher present to pray for her, and while Mr. Joice was pouring out his soul to God in prayer for her,
Betsy C and Maria F- went and kneeled, one on
either side of her ! These being leading young women, their example produced a great sensation, and others, in different
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parts of the house, began to cry for mercy. My brother Andrus was among the penitents. The house seemed filled with the Divine presence, and tears came to my own eyes. I was pressed by the Spirit to follow the example of others, and kneel for prayer ; but my proud heart said, wait for a calmer moment, you can do better alone than in this excitement. I yielded to temptation, and left the house. But, oh ! the bitterness of heart, which I felt was oppres- sive, and for the first time in my life I went down upon my knees, sincerely, to ask for pardon. The moment was an eventful one. While I was weeping without, scores of my young companions were crying for mercy within. But if sinners wept on earth, angels rejoiced in heaven. The Holy Ghost had come to “ reprove the world of sin, of righteousness, and of judgment,” and His reproofs brought pungent conviction for our transgressions, convinced us of our dangerous course, and suggested the remedy. It is the prerogative of the Spirit to convince and convict the sinner without his consent, and it may be, contrary to his desire and in opposition to his will. But wroe to the man who resists this heavenly Yisitor ! God never converts a sinner without both his concurrence and ardent desire, expressed, it may be, by cries and tears, but always by “ repentance towards God and faith in our Lord Jesus Christ.” Nor is the Holy Spirit confined to one method in bringing sinners to himself. He often speaks in “a still small voice ” — in- vites, allures, impresses. If these influences bring the prodigal home, well ; if not, he is taken to Sinai and made to hear the thunderings of a broken law, amidst scenes which made even Moses “ exceedingly fear and quake.” When Christ knocks at the door of the heart it is always best to let Him in at once ; for if we grieve the Holy Ghost by putting off our repentance to “ a more convenient season,” we may expect to be beaten with many stripes, and have a
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dreary night of sorrow before the morning dawns. This was my case. I was disgusted with the excitement of the house, and resolved that I would seek the Lord alone. Still, I was convinced that I ought to ask the prayers and assist- ance of the Church in this weighty matter. Had I done so, and publicly kneeled for prayer as others did, I might, like them, have obtained peace in a few days or hours. But my proud heart said no : and I was left for two dreary months to bear my sorrows alone. I went home that memorable night pensive and sad, brought my burdened heart of grief to the Lord in my closet, and resolved to lead a new life. I prayed daily, and sometimes earnestly, for light and peace, but strangely allowed myself to be deluded with the idea that I could obtain salvation and serve God by myself without any assistance from the Church. This is the rock on which the good desires of thousands have been wrecked ; and on this dangerous rock I came very near dashing my hopes to pieces, and losing all my desires for salvation. But God, who is rich in mercy, and willeth not the death of the sinner, graciously interposed to prevent it. I now see the hand of God in all his dealings with me during these dark hours, and can have no doubt but he designed me to take some part in building up and strengthening that very Church which I then so foolishly slighted, and whose prayers and counsels I refused to request.
But while I was thus halting and temporizing between the Church and the world ; between God and the best interests of my soul, the world was not idle. Many efforts were made to check the revival, and draw the young con- verts, and those who were seriously inclined, away to the follies and amusements of the world. One evening we were all invited to a social tea at the house of the village magis’ trate. The young converts, not suspecting that any trap was laid for them, went to meet their friends as aforetime. The
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evening passed away very pleasantly for a season ; then a tiddler was smuggled in, and commenced playing in another room ! The sound of the violin was the sign for a general movement : the giddy ones all hastened to the dance, while the converts, as promptly as though the thing had been previously arranged, all got themselves ready and started for home. I belonged to neither party and was in a strait, not knowing what to do. I did not belong to the Church, for I had slighted her counsels and refused her aid. I did not belong to the world, for I had resolved to abandon its follies and give myself to God. After a little I awoke from my reverie to find myself entirely alone in the room. Instinctively I arose, hastened to the ball-room, selected my partner, and began to dance ! But my heart was not there. My con- science upbraided me, and I knew I was doing wrong. As soon as the music stopped I handed my partner to the sofa, left the room and started for home. The truth is, my dearest friends had left, and my heart and judgment went with them. I entertained a strong conviction that they had taken the wisest course ; and, at the same time, I felt such a disgust with, and contempt for, the fantastic amuse- ments of the dance as induced me to decide then and there to abandon forever these silly revels, with the perils and vices they entail. From that time to the present I have never violated that decision, nor felt the slightest desire so to do.
Previous to that event, I had engaged to spend Thursday evening, the 27th of October, in a social card-party with a few friends, who were anxious to keep me from the prayer- meeting. We were not to engage in games of chance for a wager — for in my worst days I was never guilty of gam- bling— but simply to spend a quiet evening in shuffling the cards, which I looked upon as an innocent amusement, and a pleasant way of spending an hour. But blessed, forever
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blessed be the name of God, it pleased Him in bis infinite goodness and tender compassion to bless me, on the after- noon of that memorable day, with the pardon of my sins through faith in our adorable Redeemer. This joyful event made me forget the appointment with my young friends until I met them going to it when I was on my way to the house of God. We met, exchanged bows, said not a word, but passed on in silence.
My Conversion to God was on this wise. Whenever I went upon my knees to implore mercy, the compassionate Redeemer did not reject me entirely, nor turn me away in despair, but seemed to whisper in my ear, Are you recon- ciled to the Church 1 Do you love the brethren 1 You have sinned against God by holding his children in contempt and refusing their aid in your conversion. Christ was crucified without the gates of Jerusalem, and you refuse to “ go forth unto Him without the camp, bearing his reproach” In a word, there was a fearful struggle going on in my breast between inclination and duty. My judgment and conscience constantly upbraided me, saying, you should not be afraid nor ashamed to let the world know that you have decided for God ; and let the Church feel that you have confidence in its members, and regret your opposition to them by publicly renouncing the world, and asking God’s people to help you into the pool “ when the waters are troubled.” This my proud and stubborn heart would not do, and God would not save me in my pride. But the crisis was drawing nigh. About four o’clock p.m., while in a field near my father’s barn, musing upon my past life, I heard a strange voice floating on the ambient air, which arrested my attention. The sky was clear and serene. Hot a breeze disturbed the foliage of the trees, not a cloud moved in the heavens. All nature seemed hushed in silence, as if waiting for some great event or preparing for
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some startling announcement. My own mind was calm and meditative. I listened to the mellowing voice which came floating on the zephyrs. Whence can it come, thought I. Is it the voice of God come to help my faith in the struggle ? Or is it the voice of some kind angel come to remind me of the awful hell to which I am exposed 1 Soon I detected the accents of prayer. It was the voice of my brother praying for me. He had retired to a grove for secret prayer, but, like good old John Knox praying alone in a field, saying, “ Give me Scotland or I die,” he had let his voice .go out with his heart towards heaven in fervent prayer for a halting brother. Oh ! thought I, what a change in that man ! There must surely be a transforming power in God’s Spirit which I have never experienced, and, by the help of Him who came into the world to save sinners, I am resolved to have it at any sacrifice. Immediately I entered the barn, kneeled upon a bunch of corn stalks, and smote upon my breast crying, “ God be merciful to me a sinner.” The moment was an anxious one, and the interest at stake tremendous. I had broken off my outward sins, turned away from wicked com- panions, and prayed daily for pardon. Still, I was unfor- given. 0 where was the hindrance? Again the deep impression came home to my anxious heart, one thing thou lackest. Will you kneel in public and ask the Church to pray for you ? “ The effectual, fervent prayer of a righteous
man availeth much.” Yes, Lord, my heart replied; yes, anything if I may but obtain that peace with God which others enjoy. And just then and there my guilt was removed, my burden taken away, and my soul comforted. 0 how sweetly the Holy Spirit whispered to my soul, “Peace, be still,” “ Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy laden and I will give you rest,” “ Take my yoke upon you
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and learn of Me, for I am meek and lowly in heart, and ye shall find rest unto your souls.” As soon as I took his yoke and allowed my proud heart to be humbled, I did find rest ; and yet I could scarcely believe that I, even I, was a Chris- tian. That night I was early at church, and early at the anxious seat for prayer. It was no cross for me now to be upon my knees in public. I searched for my convictions, they were gone; for my tears, but they would not flow. God had removed the cause of my grief, and my faith laid hold of the great atonement. My burden had fallen from my soul like that of Bunyan’s Pilgrim at the sight of the cross. I marveled at the calm state of my mind, but still, I coulJ scarcely dare to think I was really saved. I seemed to lack the direct witness of the Spirit, or did not fully understand his language. But on the ensuing Sabbath the whole question was settled. I went to church confident that I was a new creature, for I loved the people of God, felt that I had an interest in his house, in his services, and in his children, which I had never felt before. But I was not satisfied. The Bev. John Wate preached that morning on Titus ii. 14 : “ Who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity, and purify unto himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works.” While he was describing, in a pleasing manner, the peculiarities of God’s people in their experience, I said, that is just what I experi- enced in my father’s barn ; and at that moment I felt such a flood of light, joy, and comfort flow into my soul, connected with such a view of Christ upon the cross dying for me as entirely put doubt to flight. Like Wesley, “ I felt my heart strangely warmed within me,” for the Spirit of God bore witness with my spirit that I was a child of God. I could then sing —
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“My God is reconciled,
His pardoning voice I hear,
He ownsi me for his child,
I can no longer fear ;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba father, cry.”
The question may arise in the minds of some who read this plain statement of facts, was the witness of the Spirit given in my father’s barn on Thursday, or not until it came in the sanctuary on Sunday] To which I reply, it was given on Thursday; for “being justified by faith, I had peace with God through our Lord J esus Christ ;” and “ he that belie veth hath the witness in himself.” I knew that a great change had taken place, but I had expected it in a different way, and could hardly believe that I, who had been praying two months for pardon, could obtain it so easily when I promised to do, what I had never intended to do — to take up my cross in public. The spirit of adoption was surely sent into my heart when I felt my sins forgiven ; but it did not come in its fulness of joy until, under the preaching of the word, I was fully convinced that I was not mistaken; and then it came “ with joy unspeakable and full of glory.” I was not only satisfied, but my brethren were perfectly satisfied also, that I was born again. They have told me since, and even within a few years, that they knew the moment well, for my face shone brightly and my whole countenance was changed. Let not any one be troubled if he is not brought to God in the same way as I was : for in these days of Sun- day-schools and Christian training few are placed in similar circumstances ; but I must think that every one who is born of God has been convinced of sin and convicted for his transgressions, has repented unfeignedly,
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believed on the Lord Jesus Christ firmly, and obtained the witness of his acceptance in Christ.
Joining the Church. — The questions of Church fellow- ship, Church doctrines, and Church government, up to this happy day, had given me very little concern. I had not mentioned the change to any one, but several came to me after the sermon and congratulated me upon my conversion : they knew it, they said, by my countenance. Before I had thought seriously on the subject the people began to enquire what Church I would join. One young man, Daniel Garvey, a Baptist, invited himself home with me to dinner, and on the way he endeavoured to indoctrinate me into the mysteries of his belief. “We have no doubt,” he says, “ of your conversion, and you may now dismiss all anxiety and feel yourself perfectly secure.” You can never finally fall from grace, for Christ says of his sheep, “ They shall never perish.” He argued for some time, but I was silent. I had not studied points of doctrine, but his dogmas grated upon my ear. I thought there must be another side to the question, and I would examine before I decided. I could not argue the points of doctrine with him, but felt sure he was mistaken. His doctrines were so contrary to my own experience, and my views of God and his government, that I could not receive them until I had studied the Scriptures more thoroughly. Indeed, his arguments had precisely the opposite effect upon me from what he intended to produce. I have no doubt but the good Lord designed to call me to the work of the Wesleyan ministry ; for the impressions which these doctrines of my friend — which were then in the ascendant — made upon my mind from the first dawn of my spiritual life, precluded the possibility of my believing them.
I entertained sentiments of respect and esteem for the Baptist Church. My dear mother — the best and kindest
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of mothers — belonged to that people. All the religions instructions I ever received in my father’s family came from her ; and now, though she had been more than three years in her grave, her memory was more precious than ever, while the recollection of her pious admonitions and example made me more desirous to follow in her steps. But, on the other hand, my brother, sister, and most loved com- panions were Methodists. That Church had been instru- mental in bringing me to God, in consequence of which I now loved its members as sincerely as my former prejudices against them had been unreasonable and hurtful. But above and beyond all these considerations, there were doctrinal diffi- culties in the way which were insurmountable. The dogma of close communion was an offence to me. I could not brook the idea of being prohibited the privilege of going to the Lord’s table with those servants of God who had been instrumental in bringing me to my Saviour. The very thought was preposterous, and every feeling of my renewed nature revolted against it.
A fierce controversy was then going on between Cal- vinists and Methodists. In the language of the former, Wesley was a deceiver, an arch heretic, a pelagian ; and his followers were a set of deluded enthusiasts. These compli- ments were laughed at by the Methodists ; but still, the bitter attacks made upon their doctrines were hurled back from their pulpits with arguments which, to me, appeared conclusive and irrefragable. Turning to the Word of God to test the doctrine of my friend Garvey, I found that Adam had fallen from grace, that David was a backslider, and King Saul an apostate ; that J udas betrayed his Lord, and Peter denied his Saviour ; and as to the idea of falling foully , but not finally , I turned to 2 Peter ii. 21, and read, that “ It had been better for them not to have known the way of righteousness, than after they have known it to
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turn from tlie holy commandments delivered unto them.” How can this be possible, thought I, if they were ultimately to be saved ? And then turning to what Christ said con- cerning those into whom the unclean spirit returned after he had been driven out : “ The last state of that man is
worse than the first.” (Matt. xii. 25.) These, with many other Scriptures equally pointed and decisive, confirmed me in my former impressions, and after two weeks my mind was fully made up to join the Methodist Church, whose doctrines I found to be both reasonable and Scriptural. I told Mr. Garvey that unless he could find a state beyond the “ last state ” of a man, I must believe in the possibility of final apostacy.
Before I joined the Church there was one point which, if possible, I desired to gain — that was the consent of my father. I had always made it a point of duty never to take an important step in life without consulting one of my parents. My dear mother was gone, and I knew my father entertained strong prejudices against the Methodist Church, and how was I to obtain his consent h I made it a subject of prayer, and the Lord, in an unexpected manner, opened the way. On the 10th of November, the Bev. George Coles, the junior preacher on the circuit, preached in the village, and my father went to hear him. After the sermon he kindly invited all who might feel inclined to remain awhile for class. Nearly the whole assembly remained. They expected that a large number would be received into the Church, and they were curious to witness the ceremony. To my great surprise and joy my father remained. During the evening the minister invited all those who wished to become probationers in the Church to intimate their desire, and it would be attended to. Several gave in their names, and then I arose and said I should like to become a member of this Church if there are no
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objections. Father, have you any objections ? My father fixed his eyes upon the floor for a moment, while all eyes were fixed upon him. Perfect stillness reigned throughout the house. Soon my venerable father arose, very deliber- ately, and said : “ Well, my son, you have asked me a
very important question, and it shall have a candid answer. I have no objections to your joining the Church, provided you live up to its rules and lead a Christian life ; but I should be very sorry to see you join a Church and bring a reproach upon the cause you profess to love.” Well, father, said I, your remarks are good, I thank you for them, and will endeavour to live a Christian life. The moment was an eventful one to me ; I felt the weight of father’s words, and of the great responsibility I had assumed. All the people were solemn as eternity. They admired this little episode in the ordinary proceedings of the evening ; but my heart was at rest, and I was happy.
The work of reformation went on until nearly one hun- dred souls had been gathered into the fold. But such was the influence of the Baptists in the country that most of the youth had grown up without baptism ; and many of the converts were anxious to receive that sacrament. During the summer our probation expired, and we were solemnly received into full connection with the Church, and a day appointed for Baptism. A large assembly gathered in a beautiful grove on Peleg Cook’s farm. Both of our minis- ters were present, and the Bev. Henry Stead preached a most convincing sermon on Christian baptism, showing the nature of the sacrament, the mode and the subjects, together with the obligations it imposed upon its recipients. After which we all stepped down to the brook, where a large number were baptized ; some by immersion, some by sprinkling, and others kneeled in the edge of the water and received it by pouring. In the afternoon, Bro. Coles
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preached on the nature of the Lord’s Supper, after which we all kneeled and received the holy Eucharist.
The entire services were replete with interest, and were unusually solemn and impressive. I was much gratified with the liberty given, by which each candidate was allowed to choose the mode by which he or she would receive holy baptism. It appeared quite consonant with the freedom of our doctrines and institutions. We preach free grace, and the freedom of the human will, and why not allow persons to choose the mode by which they will receive this appro- priate sign and seal of their faith? — a seal by which we take the solemn vows of God upon us, “ and promise to renounce the devil and all his works, the vain pomps and glory of the world, with all covetous desires of the same.” During that memorable day I received, for the first time, The Holy Eucharist. I ventured with faith and prayer to receive these symbols of Christ’s broken body and shed blood. O what a day was that ! Such a day as old Huntersland never saw before. God was in his word, in his sacraments, and in his people. We did, indeed, “ dis- cern the Lord’s body” — not visibly in the bread, as some vainly imagine, but spiritually, by faith, as He communicates himself to us when we surrender ourselves entirely to Him in this divine remembrancer. The joys of that day will never be forgotten by me. My soul was full of love to God and sympathy for sinners. I even allowed myself to think that when I told them what great things God had done for me, they would believe me and turn to the blessed Redeemer as I had done. But when I attempted it I soon found my mistake.
My first Quarterly Meeting was at Rensselaerville. Our circuit, called Schenectady, was a very large one, and I desired to see the official host gathered together, and hear the Presiding Elder preach. Hence I went seven miles to
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this feast. The Rev. Samuel Merwin was our Presiding Elder, and he brought the Rev. Samuel Luckey with him. They both preached excellent sermons. The people had come from ten to twenty miles, and I was curious to know how we were all to be entertained : but soon the mystery was solved. After preaching on Saturday, our ministers called each leader, ascertained the number from his class, and found them homes for the night. When they came to our leader, they said, “ Brother Joice, how many from your class h ” “ About twenty,” said he. Then turning to a rich
farmer, they said, “ Brother Conkling, how many can you entertain 1 ” “ All the Huntersland class,” he promptly
replied. Another brother said he could take as many as there were boards in his floor — at least forty. On reaching my lodgings, I was curious to know how beds were to be provided for us all ; but, on retiring, I found the men lying on beds placed around a large room, with all their feet pointing towards the centre. The melody of song, and the voice of praise, were heard, in some parts of the house, until a late hour.
My First Love-Feast, with the impressions it made upon my mind, will never be forgotten. It reminded me of Solomon’s words : “ Iron sharpeneth iron, so a man shar- pened the countenance of his friend.” Our prayer-meeting, on Saturday evening, in which ministers, local preachers, exhorters, leaders, and others had taken part, greatly en- hanced my veneration for the official members, and increased my desire for the love-feast. On my way to it, I looked down upon the village and saw crowds gathering at the church door, a large number of whom were not allowed to enter. I felt for those who were excluded, and my thoughts were carried on to the final scene when Christ Himself “ shall separate them, one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats.” How dreadful, thought
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I, to be excluded from this feast ! but bow much more dreadful to be excluded from that better feast — “ The Mar- riage Supper of the Lamb ! ”
On inquiry I learned that there were three classes of persons whom these doorkeepers were instructed to admit. 1. All members of the Church were admitted as a matter of right. 2. All persons who were seeking the pearl of great price; and, 3. Members in good standing in other Churches, with serious persons not accustomed to attend love-feasts. But in those days of persecution, when scoffers rallied in great numbers to such places, it was deemed necessary to scrutinize closely, and allow sincere persons to enjoy these feasts by themselves. Hence all rude fellows of the baser sort were excluded. When I learned the nature of the case, I could not but approve of the course pursued. From the large number without, I began to fear that we might find but few persons within ; but, when I entered, I found the large house well filled with people and with the songs of praise. Prayers were offered, and then, as now, bread and water were passed round by the stewards, which, we were told, were not sacramental symbols, but simply tokens of our mutual love. In receiving these tokens, we spoke in symbolic but forcible language to each other, saying, I am your friend, your fellow-pilgrim, your brother. We will joyfully travel on together, mutually praying for and helping each other on the road to Paradise.
This was a new school to me. I had never seen so many Christians together before, and the sight greatly cheered and comforted me. The speaking was lively, not a moment lost. I gave in my testimony with the rest, and, from that time to the present, have never attended a love-feast without either bearing witness to the truth or arising to do so. I told them I had often read of heaven, but never saw so good a representation of it as I saw there. I returned home much
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pleased with all I had seen, heard, and felt ; greatly encour- aged to pursue the straight and narrow path which I had entered, and abundantly thankful to God for having led me to cast in my lot with a people whose doctrines were so scriptural, whose ministry was so powerful, and whose officers and members had zeal enough to travel some twenty or thirty miles, over hill and dale and mountain-top, to attend such means of grace. I have been thus particular in my descriptions, in order to give the people of this day some idea of what Methodism was fifty seven years ago.
The method of conducting prayer and social meetings during our revival, was well calculated to call out or de- velop the talent of the Church. Our ministers preached only once in two weeks in our village, and then passed on the next morning to other appointments. The local preach- ers, exhorters, and leaders then took the lead, and carried on the work, while the members rallied around them. In addition to the regular Sunday and Thursday evening ap- pointments, cottage prayer-meetings were held in different parts of the neighbourhood, designed more particularly to benefit the young people. To these gatherings I always managed to find my way. All these meetings were conducted on the principle of freedom and general co-operation. After the opening prayer and a rousing exhortation, the members were all invited to use their liberty, and sing, pray, or speak as the Spirit gave them utterance. All were urged to take some part. I was sometimes called on to lead in prayer or give a word of exhortation. I hesitated ; but when induced to pray audibly, or speak to my young companions, I was always blessed in the deed, and convinced that my brethren were right in urging the delinquents to duty. When I looked around upon my unconverted friends, I longed for their conversion. I had found the pearl of great price myself, and was anxious to share it with them. I had
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happily dug down to the spring, and living waters came bubbling up to slake my thirst for happiness, and I felt sure that others might be induced to come to the same fountain. To effect this I frequently exhorted them with all my heart, and with tearful eyes, to come and be saved. This method of calling up and employing the talents of young converts soon brought to the surface five regularly licensed exhorters, namely, Wm, Stead, Daniel Grippin, Seneca Gale, my brother Andrus, and myself. My case was brought before the Society without my knowledge or consent, and all persons present voted to make me an exhorter. The minister then said to me : “ The Church are anxious for you to employ the talent which God has given you in calling sinners to repentance. You will, therefore, improve your talents as occasion offers. Your printed license will come from the Presiding Elder, when the quarterly meeting conference approves.” I scarcely knew what to say. I dared not say no, and I could not say yes. I was perfectly silent. There was one case among the exhorters which gave me courage. D. G. was a fearful stutterer in conversation, which was painful alike to himself and his hearers. But after his conversion he could both pray and exhort with marked fluency and effect ! I thought if the Divine Spirit can thus make the stammerer speak plainly, can he not, also, make me of some use to my fellow-creatures ] and I resolved to try.
A Fearful Visitation upon Incorrigible Sinners made me more anxious to improve the time, and do some- thing for poor fallen humanity. In the vicinity of our village lived a family, in which there were three young men and one young woman. During the reformation these young people used their utmost influence to prevent their young companions from giving their hearts to the Lord ! On going home one evening from meeting, I heard them threat-
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ening several parties with their endless displeasure if they joined the Church. They declared to several who were seriously inclined, that if they abandoned the dance and became Methodists they would never speak to them again ! One evening they brought nuts to the place of worship, and, sitting with their hats on in time of prayer, busied them- selves in cracking and eating them ! My righteous soul was I stirred with indignation, and I arose and poured forth such j earnest strains of withering reproof as made them quail under it. I then invited them, in loving and persuasive language, to abandon their folly and become Christians. But no ! They would none of our reproof, but hardened their hearts and stiffened their necks against the truth ; and j the King himself has said, “ Though hand join in hand, the wicked shall not go unpunished.” This alarming threat was literally verified in their case. The revival had about ceased, the converts had bean gathered into the fold ; but some, who were once deeply impressed, had been wiled away by these gay and Christless brothers, until they were as bad as ever, and began once more to feel at ease. One day, Ashley, the oldest son of this worldly family, was at work on a saw-mill, full of glee and boastful of the victories which he had achieved over fanaticism. But God says,
“ When they shall say peace and safety, then sudden destruc- tion cometh upon them , and they shall not escape .” A
neighbour, who had called at the mill, was about leaving, to whom Ashley said, “ Stop a little, I am going to have a devil of a scrape and he took his dog to the pond, drove it into a log which was to be drawn on to the mill by a windlass. The gate was then hoisted, and while he was steadying the chain around a perpendicular shaft his hand was caught under it, and he cried amain to his friend, who had just left, for help ; but before his friend could reach him the chain had lashed him to the turning shaft, and buried
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its cold links in his flesh, literally crushing his life out of him. Thus his devil of a scrape ended in death, and his unwashed spirit was ushered into the presence of a sin- avenging God.
Soon after this sad event, both of his parents and his two surviving brothers were taken sick. The parents, after a little, began to recover, but the brothers grew worse. One evening I was sent for — a distance of nearly two miles — to sit up with them during the night. Early in the evening I discovered that the eldest brother was dying. Dr. Wheeler, who had been induced to remain with us for the night, was called in, and said, it is too true. He advised me to broach it to his parents in their sick room, which I did ; and they requested me to make it known to their son. I then said to him, “ Horace, how do you feel?” “Very poorly,” was the reply. “ Do you think you are near your end?” “No, I hope not. What do you think?” “Well, Horace, I am sorry to say you are sinking fast, and I fear your days are numbered.” “ Is it possible ! ” said he. “ Where is the doctor.” The doctor told him, “ You are sinking fast, and if you have anything to do you had better
do it quickly.” He then wished Lydia B sent for, to
whom he was engaged to be married. Having taken leave of the family, he turned to Miss B. and said, “ Lydia, this is a sorry hour to us both. I am now in the valley of death, but oh, how dark and gloomy ! I have often held you back from seeking God, telling you that there was neither hell nor heaven. Do forgive me, and seek God while you are well. It is now too late for me. Farewell ! ” He then asked me to pray for him, which I tried to do ; but the heavens were brass. I urged him to pray for himself, but oh ! such a look as he gave me, exclaiming, “It is too late !” When I pointed him to the thief on the cross, he said; “ Oh, Anson, had I come when you called me, but now
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it is too late and with these awful words, “ Too late ! Too late ! ! ” faltering upon his lips, he died.
I was reminded of the call I gave him when he was crack- ing nuts in the house of God. Then I could refer him and others to these words in the first chapter of Proverbs, “ Turn ye at my reproof ; behold, I will pour out my Spirit unto you, I will make known my words unto you. Be- cause I have called and ye refused, I have stretched out my hand and no man regarded ; but ye have set at naught all my counsel, and would none of my reproof ; I, also, will laugh at your calamity. I will mock when your fear cometh; when your fear cometh as desolation, and your destruction cometh as a whirlwind ; when distress and anguish cometh upon you. They would none of my counsels : they de- spised all my reproofs. Therefore shall they eat of the fruit of their own way , and be filled with their own devices.” These words had an awful meaning when I uttered them by way of reproof and warning to those irreverent youths in God’s house ; but now, in this dreadful moment, when reminded of them by his words : “ Had I come when you called me,” they came home with crushing import to my soul. During the solemn hours in which I was trying to bring some promise to this dying man, he seemed incapable of exercising saving faith. He had sinned in despising reproofs, and now, when his desolation and anguish came upon him, he was filled with his own device. He died with- out hope, and we laid him in his winding-sheet.
I then went to the bedside of Harry, the youngest brother, and he too was dying. They were both laid in one grave. I must not follow them further. After their death I laid me down to meditate upon the scenes of this dreadful night. I examined my own heart in this chamber of death, and was happy to find that, to me, death had lost its sting. But 0, how thankful that I had not joined these men in
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fighting against God ! It is a fearful thing to fight against God’s convincing Spirit, and refuse him. entrance into our hearts, for his Spirit does not always strive with man.
After the Christian Advocate was started, in 1826, I made my first contribution to the press, by writing a description of these painful events for the columns of that paper.
My First Appointment was the occasion of much solici- tude. My friends, who were more anxious to thrust me out than I was to go, had made an appointment for me to exhort in the school-house at the Little Lake, on a Sunday evening. I trembled in view of the effort, and induced my brother to accompany me ; then, if I failed, he might stand in the gap. There was a goodly company present, and I scarcely dared to look round to see who were there. I had prayed much, read much, and studied much in view of the occasion, and resolved to keep near the shore, and not drown in deep water. I spoke for twenty-five minutes, scarcely knowing what I said, but the Lord helped me ; the people seemed pleased with the boy, and I was encouraged. On returning home, Bro. Gale, with whom I resided for a season, was much delighted to find that I had broken the ice without sinking in the flood. Bro. Gale had taken a fancy to me when I was a small lad, and when we experienced religion he pressed me very much to go and live with him, as he, not having wife nor children, was very lonesome. He was converted to God, on the road, while trying to convince me of the importance of the Christian religion. He was an old school-teacher, well read and intelligent. We studied the natural sciences together, and he was of great advantage to me. We toiled and wept, fasted and prayed, ate and slept together, and took turns in leading our family devotions.
My School Days are still fresh in my memory. In my childhood my mother sent me to school in the summer, and
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kept me at home in the winter ; but when I reached my boyhood my father reversed the order, sending me to school in the winter, and allowing me to assist my brothers on the farm in the summer. This was a privilege which I greatly prized, for I was fond of the horses, the sheep, and the cattle. This method, of spending a part of our schoolboy days on a farm, is of immense advantage to those who are to lead a life of mental toil and study. No employment is more honourable or better calculated to give muscle and strength to the body, and firmness and vigour to the nerves, than is that of husbandry.
The farm, with its newly-turned furrows and balmy air, its green hills and flowery vales, its pastures covered with flocks, and fields with corn ; together with its murmuring brooks and feathered songsters, had many attractions for me; and I delighted to linger amidst these scenes, with book in hand, to study the grand volume of nature. From these fields of toil, and walks of pleasure, I could turn away, in autumn, to my literary pursuits, with increased appetite. The advantages of moderate exercise in the open air are invaluable as a preparation for study. Thousands of our youth have been driven from their academic halls to wither, like fruitless plants in the shade, or to lie down in a premature grave, merely for want of muscular power to sustain the mental strain to which their flexible nerves were subject.* I have always been thankful for that providence which, in early life, placed me in circumstances to obtain a
* The circular of information for March, 1872, says that of 1,022 graduates of Yale, Dartmouth and Harvard Colleges, and the Wes- leyan University, who died between the ages of 20 and 60, 84 per cent, died between the ages of 20 and 40. Whereas, out of 61,405 other males who died during the same period, only 59 per cent, died between the ages of 20 and 40. Outdoor exercises would, doubtless, have increased the longevity of these graduates.
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full development of a muscular, manly frame, before tlie more pressing studies and responsibilities of mental toil and care came upon me. I was not an apt scholar, and my books had less attractions than the field, the forests, the dashing brook, or the sloping hillside. I had no verbal memory , hence learning to spell or to commit lessons to memory was irksome to me. In these things I was morti- fied to see my schoolmates go ahead of me, but when allowed to give the meaning of any rule in grammar or other lessons in my own language, I could, with equal facility, distance them.
Living in a rural part of the country, I scarcely saw or felt the importance of education until I was sixteen years old ; and then, unfortunately, I was visited with a lingering and dangerous fever which threw me back for more than a year. On resuming my studies I found my classmates far ahead of me ; indeed, quite out of sight. But being fully aroused, I buckled on the armour afresh, overtook them, and, finally, left some of them in the rear. This happy change I attribute, mainly, to the grace of God in me. Religion makes all things new, and mine gave me new motives for study, and many hours, rescued from the rounds of pleasure, to pursue it.
At this period the Methodist people had no college on this continent — Cokesbury College having been consumed by fire. The Cazanovia Seminary was not started until the autumn of 1824. My father, who raised a large family, was not wealthy, and a regular collegiate course was difficult to reach in those days. Under these circumstances, I resolved, if possible, to educate myself. No man knows what he can do until he tries, and when he does try, in good earnest, he finds he can do almost anything which is reasonable and necessary. Had we obtained our rights, our funds would have been ample. My maternal grandmother was a 2
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Bogaudus, and one of the heirs of Captain Bogaudus, who owned two farms, one of 60, and the other of 130 acres, in what is now the city of New York. One of the heirs proved treacherous, and conspired with rich men to cheat the others out of their lawful rights ! Trinity Church, on Broadway, got a large portion, and became one of the richest churches on the continent. Long and expensive litigation exhausted the resources of the heirs, and might triumphed against right. It is difficult to contend against a whole, a powerful city.
CHAPTER II.
REACHED MY MAJORITY STARTED FOR CANADA.
HIS is a moment for reflection. On this day, Sept. 27th, 1822, I am twenty-one years old ; but, strange to say, I feel no particular delight in crossing the line from boyhood to manhood. I once looked forward to this day with interest, and in my youthful dreams built many castles in the air ; but, now, as I cross this arbitrary line, I am not at all elated. The responsibilities of the future oppress me, while the follies of the past afflict me. Could I recall my mis- spent hours, how eagerly would I embrace them ; but they are gone to return no more forever. Had they been properly improved, I might now have been much further up the hill of science than I am. I have just knowledge enough to learn how ignorant I am. I have ascended the mount just far enough to look down and see the blunders and crooked paths behind me, but when I look up, “ Alps on Alps arise,” while all around me are lengths and breadths and depths which I have neither reached nor fathomed.
My brethren are beginning to intimate that I may, one day, be called to the pulpit. This surprises me much. I cannot see that I have any qualification for the itinerant ministry. But there are some things which I can do, and
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which X, this day, on my knees, resolve I will do, viz. : 1. I fully determine to live much in my closet, and cultivate a closer communion with my ever-blessed Redeemer. 2. I re- solve to use all the time and resources at my command for the cultivation and improvement of my mind, and the reading of those books which tend most to my spiritual comfort. 3. Feeling the importance of fiscal means for the accom- plishment of these objects, I will endeavour to be indus- trious and frugal, honest and upright, never spending money foolishly. 4. If opportunity be given, I will travel a little before I settle, and see something of other parts of the country. 5. I will devote the next six months to study at school, hoping to grow wiser and better as life wears away.
April 6th. This is my last Sabbath at home, and my heart swells with emotion. I was asked to lead the services ; but when I attempted to speak to the congregation I found I had not fully estimated the severe tax thus imposed upon my sympathetic nature. My fraternal feelings were tried to their utmost extent. I managed to express my gratitude to God’s people for their efforts in bringing me to Christ, and their kindness in watching over my spiritual childhood ; to give a word of exhortation and warning to those who were still out of the ark of safety, and to urge the young converts to be “ steadfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord ■” but when I came to speak of our separation the sobs of my sister and others, became oppressive. Floods rushed to my own eyes, and, despite my efforts to resist, my feelings quite overcame me, and I was forced to resume my seat. Many prayers were then offered for my safety, prosperity, and happiness, and the services were closed. We had a melting time in class ; after which I gave the parting hand and walked home. But whence this grief — these tears of sadness 1 I had long determined to travel a little before I settled in business, and now, when the hour,
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anticipated with so much pleasure, has arrived, why do I weep 1 Ah ! how can I refrain from weeping % This is my native village. Here is my spiritual birthplace. In sight of this sanctuary is my mother’s grave. My kindred, my brethren, my earliest companions are here, whom I am about to leave, and, it may be, for ever. But God is everywhere. Christ is my elder brother, and I need not fear. Blessed J esus, thou hast been the guide of my youth. Oh, be the guide of my manhood and of my riper years. Direct me in my course, and suffer not my feet to depart from the straight and narrow way ; but ever keep me near thy bleeding side. Guide me by thy counsel, and afterwards receive me to glory, for thy name sake. Amen* I had designed to visit my friends in Ohio, but Beuben Barnes goes with me, and he has friends in Canada, hence we arranged to take that country in our way. On Monday morning I took my leave of Mr. and Mrs. Gale, kissed their dear little daughter Maryette, and started for Upper Canada. We visited several friends on our way, and spent several days with my father and friends at Richfield. Father marvelled at my purpose to visit Canada, at which I was not surprised, for I scarcely knew myself why I had taken this course. “ Abraham went out not knowing whither he went,” and in this respect I followed his example. God may be in this movement in some way which does not now appear. I have been strangely led into this arrangement without due reflection, and I must now go forward. God has promised to direct the paths of those who “ acknowledge him,” and I shall not take myself away from his controlling and guiding influence. On the 19th, we arrived at Sacket’s harbour, a village rendered somewhat memorable by the battle fought there on the 29th of May, 1813. We found no steamers plying here, but took passage on a small vessel bound for Kingston, where
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we landed on the 20th of April. A large war ship lies in the harbour only half finished. Peace fortunately came while she was being built, and the workmen left her for a more peaceful employment, and we all now hope that no war cry may ever move her from her present moorings.
Kingston, which was laid out as a village in 1793, and then called Cataraqui, is now the largest town in Upper Canada. Its population in 1794 was only 345, it has since increased to 2,336. It is situated at the head of the River St. Lawrence, and at the confluence of Lake Ontario and the Bay of Quinte. No one could tell its nationality from its inhabitance, composed mostly of English, Irish, Scotch, French, Dutch, and Americans ; and I felt strange among them. My first impression of Canadian society was not very flattering. On Monday we reached Hallowell, and were kindly received by the relatives of Mr. Barnes. Hallowell Township was so named from Benjamin Hallo- well, Esq., in 1797. He was formerly Commissioner of Customs in Boston, but came here at an early date. He died in York in 1799. The village of Hallowell is small, and built mostly on one street. The Methodist Church, commenced in 1818, but not finished until 1820, is the only church in the place, and is its principal ornament. The leading inhabitants belong to our communion. The circuit embraces the entire peninsula, has two ministers, Calvin Flint and Charles Wood, and contains 500 Church members. I have been received very cordially among them, and, on the 11th of May, attended class, and joined the Cana- dian Church. I had neglected to bring a certificate of member- ship, but was 'asked if I had not an exhorter’s license. This question surprised me, as I had kept my license a secret. But Jas. Dougall, Esq., had either heard of it from Reuben Barnes, or surmised it, and he insisted on seeing the docu- ment. I then presented my printed license, which was
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considered equal to a certificate, and I was at once received into full connexion, and treated as a brother beloved.
Upper Canada, as far as I have seen it, is a charming country of about 130,000 inhabitants. Our Church mem- bers are 5,450. If we allow four hearers to every member, then, at this ratio, more than one-fifth of the inhabitants are Methodists. We both resolved to remain here for a season, and I took a school at West Lake. Ours are the only ministers in the peninsula \ but there is a Baptist minister, Mr. Wynn, living at the Carrying-Place. The Quakers have two meeting-houses in the Peninsula, and we have four. There are no others.
The farmers are much to be pitied. Wheat is the staple of the country, but they can get only fifty cents a bushel for it, and that seldom comes in cash. Montreal is the chief market, and the grand mart where the merchants purchase their goods, and pay for them in wheat and lumber. Large rafts of square timber and staves are floated down the bays and rivers to Quebec ; but the process of bringing up mer- chandise is painfully tedious. The goods are placed upon barges, and, when the wind is not favourable, are forced up the rivers and bays with long poles placed against men’s shoulders. They are drawn up the rapids, however, by horses on the shore, connected with the barges, or Durham boats, by long ropes. But steam boats are beginning to run on the lake, and when they come up the bay they will make things more lively, and give impetus to trade and commerce.
October, the 20tli, 1823. I have now been six months in Canada, and learned something of the habits, manners, and customs of the people, and the more I see and know of them the better I like them. In many respects Canada compares favourably with New York State. The people, as a whole, are more religious, and manifest more veneration
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for divine things. There is less of low, vulgar infidelity amongst them. You can scarcely find a man who does not profess to belong to some form of religion ; hence there is much less scoffing at sacred things. Still, there is one thing which surprises me much. The Methodist, though by far the largest religious body in the country, are not allowed the privilege of being married by their own clergy ! Nor of holding lands for Church purposes ! The Episcopal clergy claim to do nearly all the clerical marrying, and yet they have no minister in this peninsula, and, I am told, only one between this and York ! How our people can quietly submit to this mortifying indignity is passing strange. It puts them to much inconvenience, and is wrong in itself. Surely they will arise in their strength, exert their moral influence, and put an end to this intolerable tyranny and exclusiveness.
These were some of my reflections during the first months of my abode in Canada ; and, in looking back to those days, after 54 years’ experience, I cannot greatly modify these views concerning them. Indeed, one reason why I have been induced to publish these extracts from my journal is, to let the present generation see the difficulties we had to overcome, and the peerless influence exerted by the Meth- odist Church in bringing about that state of religious free- dom and equality which we now so happily enjoy. The battle for equal rights has been bravely fought, and the victory gained ; and now our constitutional, rational liberty is not excelled in any part of the world. But, to return to the thrilling events of 1823. Here the conversion of our Indians must have a prominent place.
The first Ojebway Indian ever baptized in Canada by a Protestant, received this sacrament from a Methodist min- ister in 1801. Mr. S. was preaching near Stoney Creek, and was much delighted to see an Indian woman in the
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congregation listening with attention, as though she under- stood what he was saying. Her husband, a white man, was also present, and after service the minister sought an interview with them. The man proved to be a Govern- ment surveyor, — Mr. Augustus Jones. They soon applied for Christian baptism, and the minister, being satisfied with their experience, appointed a day for administering that sacrament. When they presented themselves for baptism, they brought a bright-looking Indian lad of some eight summers, and wished him to receive a Christian name, and be baptized, also. The minister consented, gave the boy his own name, and baptized him Joseph Sawyer. Had this work been closely followed up, from this auspicious beginning, I am persuaded that many a poor Indian might have been saved who died a heathen. But the Church had neither funds nor other appliances to carry on the work among these Tribes, and they were neglected until 1823, when Seth Crawford was moved to go to the Grand Biver as school teacher. The boy thus baptized, afterwards be- came the famous Chief Sawyer, of the Credit tribe, from whom I received this history ; and he was greatly instru- mental in bringing his, and other tribes to God.
On the first of June, 1823, Elder Case held a camp- meeting in Ancaster, where Peter Jones and his sister Mary were converted. They were children of Augustus Jones, by a Chippeway wife. This was a joyful day in Israel. When Mr. Case saw Peter Jones among the converts, his soul was thrilled with joyous hope, and he cried out, “ Thank God, we have now a key to open a door for the Gospel, to these long neglected tribes.” And so it was in truth. Those converts went back to the Grand Biver full of faith, and of the Holy Ghost. God was with them, and the work spread rapidly. Sawyer and his people went up from the Credit, and pitched their tents at the Grand Biver, to in- *2
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quire after the true God. “ Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth.” The tribes on the Grand River were all excitement. Sawyer and his tribe caught the fire of love and carried it back to the Credit. Thence it ran down and kindled in the Belleville and Kingston tribes, where J ohn Sunday and Peter Jacobs were soon converted to God. The flame then, changing its course, hastened back, as if impelled by a mighty rushing wind, to Rice Lake, Snake Island, Muncey, Saugeen, and other places. So rapidly did this work spread that the world was taken by surprise. We had never seen it on this wise before, and we looked on with admiration, wondering how these dry bones could thus be made to live. Aid was sent on from New York, and Mr. Case and others pushed the victory to the gate. My own soul was moved to its lowest depths when the news reached us that these savages were turning to God by scores. I had seen many of these degraded, drunken, half-starved creatures, wandering about in filth, with a few rags tied round them, but still in a disgusting state of semi-nudity, and had asked myself, is there no arm long enough, no hand strong enough to bring them up from this “horrible pit” into the light of religious truth h But I had received no satisfactory response until it came from the Grand River. When it did come it was satisfactory, demonstrative, cheering.
Bloomfield — Call to Duty. — While these triumphs were being achieved among the Indians, during the autumn of this year, a strange event occurred in the Quaker settle- ment,— now Bloomfield, — which went far towards changing my purposes, and directing my future course. Surely,
“ There is a Providence which shapes our ends, itou0h-hew them as we may.”
I had been thinking much upon the strange position in which I had been so unexpectedly placed — a stratiger in a
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strange land — and meditating upon the probable events of the future, when the following most unusual proceedings took place, which, however trivial in themselves, or unex- pected by me, gave a new current to my thoughts and entirely changed my course for life. Had these acts, which seemed at the time to border on presumption, been less bold, persistent, and demonstrative, they might not have effected that crisis in my proceedings which so strangely led me in an opposite direction from my projected course. I had not used my exhorter’s license in Canada, wishing to avoid, and thinking that I might innocently avoid, public speaking, especially in any official capacity. But, on Sab- bath day, I had walked down to the village, attended preaching in the morning, and my class in the afternoon ; and then walked back again, a distance of four miles, to John Bowerman’s, where I was boarding. I had taken my tea, and, being weary, had retired to my bed to rest. But my weary head had scarcely touched the pillow when I heard a gentle tap at my door, and in came Bro. Samuel Orser, the leader of a class in the back concession, saying, with much earnestness, “ My dear brother, the people are all gathering, and they will be waiting for you ; dress as quickly as you can and let us be off.” I looked up aston- ished, and inquired, what do you mean 1 Pray, what is the matter 1 Why, said he, “ There is an appointment given out for you to preach at Bro. Williams’ this evening, and the people are coming from all directions !” I said, with emotion, are you crazy ! Pray, what does all this mean ? No one has said a word to me on the subject, and I never preached a sermon in my life. “ Never mind that,” said he, “ it is all arranged ; we will pray for you, and God will help you.” “ There is no release in this war.” At this moment a text of Scripture rushed upon my mind with unusual power and sweetness ; and it opened up to me as
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clearly as though I was actually reading a sermon upon it.
I dressed quickly, and we walked nimbly to the house of prayer. There were but two Methodists in the place, and no Methodist meeting had ever been held in the vicinity.
I was aware of the prejudices of the Friends against our services, and scarcely thought we could get a dozen people to meet us on such an occasion. But the news had spread rapidly through the settlement, and when we reached the house it was crowded, mostly with young Quakers, who had come together with much glee, prompted by curiosity to hear what the youth could say to them. I soon gained the attention of the Quakers by telling them that I was surprised at being called out of my bed to address them ! That I had made no preparation, but must trust alone to their prayers, and to God’s Holy Spirit, to aid me. My message to you is plain and simple, but of infinite import- ance. Hear it, “ The wages of sin is death”
I. Think of this Master — Sin — His origin, his nature, his government.
II. The Work. Disobedience, rebellion, drunkenness, murder, war.
III. His Wages — “ Death,” temporal, spiritual, eternal.
Do you admire this master 1 Do you love his work ?
Do you covet his wages 1 If not, abandon his services to- night, and choose Christ, whose work is pleasant, and whose reward is eternal life. The youths, who had received me with good-natured levity, were the first to weep bitter tears. Good impressions were made, and we kept up the meetings twice a week until a goodly number were hopefully brought to God. A number of young Quakers were converted, among whom were Miss Polly White, now Mrs. Richards, and Miss Fanny White, now Mrs. Crandall, of Picton. They still hold on their way living for eternal life. We soon formed a class ; then obtained week-day preaching ;
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then Sunday preaching ; then a church was built ; and now it is the head of a prosperous Circuit.
“ See how great a flame aspires Kindled by a spark of grace !”
Christmas day I attended meeting with the Quakers, but not a word was said. How unlike Christ and his Apostles ! “ Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together.” This they had done, but Paul adds — “ Exhorting one another.” This they failed to do. I felt inclined to exhort myself ; but I had been told that, on one occasion when a minister attempted it in a Quaker meeting — an old man cried out, “ A wolf ! a wolf !” At this a few youngsters caught up the preacher and carried him out-doors. “ Well,” says the minister, “ this is reversing the usual order. I have often heard of the wolf carrying off the sheep, but this is the first time I ever heard of the sheep carrying off the wolf.”
Parliament was prorogued on the 24th of January, with- out accomplishing much good. The Lower House, with great unanimity, and probably in view of the general election, which is to take place next summer, have passed a Marriage Bill; but the Upper House, with far less trouble, have thrown it out ! It is said they have a clergymen with them who, failing to get a Presbyterian congregation in Montreal? turned Episcopalian, and thus got himself appointed a legislator. Surely he might be better employed than in oppressing God’s people.
April 3rd, 1824. — This day the Quarterly Official Board recommended me to the Local Preachers’ Conference for license to preach. The brethren are anxious to keep me in this country, and to get me into the travelling connexion, while the young converts in our vicinity cling to me with as much affection and importunity as though their happiness depended on my course.
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Our quarterly meeting was a time of refreshing from the presence of the Lord. Messrs. Ryan, Metcalf, and Healey preached with much power. I was greatly comforted. I have had many offers to go into business here, but, really, my heart is in the work of saving souls. Oh, how sweet it is to enjoy communion with God, and feel that one is in the path of duty ! Avaunt, then, ye fleeting pleasures of ea-th ; away, ye fading vanities of time ! You have no charms for me. My happiness consists in doing and getting good.
May 9 th. — The family of the Rev. David Wright being ill, he has saddled his old horse “ Bob” for me, and I am going round the Circuit for him. At German’s and Pleasant Bay had good liberty. At Consecon and at Dempsey’s, happy, but felt embarrassed on being called on to visit a dying man. At Redner’s had much freedom. This was new work to me, but I went on until Mr. Wright was able to resume his work.
In the month of June I attended a camp-meeting in the northern part of our circuit, when, strange to say, Elder Ryan submitted to our official members a proposition to rebel against the order and government of the Church ! He had not been elected a member of the General Confer- ence which met at Baltimore last May ; but he and David Breakenridge, Esq., a local preacher, were desirous of being present to urge a separation from the Church in the States. We allowed them to go, subscribed to pay their expenses, and joined in a memorial to the General Conference to set us off, an independent body in Canada. They, of course, were not received as members of that Conference, nor was our request for a separation granted ; but that body did the next best — perhaps the very best — thing. They ordered a Canada Conference to be formed ; and arrangements were made for their Bishops to visit Canada and make themselves thoroughly acquainted with our position and wishes. Messrs.
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Ryan and Breakenridge returned full of mortification and displeasure, called the local preachers of the district together at Elizabethtown, and passed sundry resolutions condemning the General Conference, and resolving to take matters into their own hands ! These resolutions were to be laid before the quarterly meetings by Mr. Ryan, and if they passed the Bay of Quinte Circuit, and all east of it, they were to become law, and Canada was then free from the control of the General Conference ! Mr. Ryan was accompanied by Mr. James Richardson, who was the Secretary of his local preachers’ meeting. They laid these rebellious resolutions before our official board, and every member but myself voted in their favour ! Mr. Ryan was in great glee, fancying that he had checkmated Chamberlain and Smith — his own son-in law — members of the General Conference, as well as Mr. Case and his district, who, though in favour of constitutional separation, were opposed to those measures. Mr. Ryan was a great tyrant in his way. He had arraigned W. Chamberlain, of the Bay Circuit, and suspended him, before he left for the Conference, and had put S. Waldron in his place. But, when Mr. Chamberlain returned he went to his circuit, and resumed his work as preacher in charge. That circuit was, therefore, in a strange and painful muddle. There were many reasons why I could not vote for Mr. Ryan’s resolutions: 1. I looked upon them as a declaration of rebellion against the Church and her consti- tutional authority. 2. If successful, they would reduce us to a mere schismatical faction, without legitimate paternity, constitutional authority, or fraternal regard. A secession, without self-respect or efficient control, liable to be devoured by conflicting elements and ambitions aspirants. 3. I was aware that some of the wisest and best men amongst us — Case, Madden, Metcalf, Chamberlain, Isaac Smith, and others — were opposed to the rash and ill-advised measure,
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and would not submit to be governed by Ryan and bis confreres. And 4. I felt confident that when the embar- rassments, arising from our foreign relations, were fully understood by the General Conference, that venerable body would be sure to afford us relief in some constitutional way. In this I was not mistaken, as the sequel proves.
The Bishops hastened to perform their part of the work. Bishop George entered the Province at Cornwall, and jour- neyed westward ; preaching, visiting the societies, and freely conversing with our leading laymen in the east ; while Bishop Hedding, accompanied by the Rev. Dr. Bangs — who had been converted, and spent six years of his ministerial life in Canada — entered the Province in the west, and journeyed eastward, obtaining full information as he passed down through the country. They met at Hallowell, and on the 25 th of August organized the Conference, had an inter- view with the local, as well as the travelling preachers, and quietly arranged the matter in a way well calculated to give satisfaction to all parties concerned.
Call to the Ministry — First Conference. — At the last quarterly meeting for this year, after much prayer and serious consideration, I consented to allow our ministers to present my name to the brethren for a recommendation to the travelling connexion. The change which my mind has undergone is surprising to myself. My brethren on this circuit have entirely taken me captive. My heart is so fully attached to them, and especially to the young converts who claim me as their spiritual friend, benefactor, and guide, that I cannot make up my mind to leave them and this charming country. And then, after what I have seen and felt, I can scarcely doubt but that God desires me to serve him in the ministry of the Word. 1. The entire dealings of divine Providence with me, since my conversion, have been loading in that direction. The fact of my being a Methodist
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at all, so contrary to my former prejudices and views, is a standing mystery to me ; and the manner in which I was led to Canada was entirely providential. But apart from these events, from the time I received the clear and decisive witness of my conversion, I had felt a strong desire to do good to the souls of men, and was never as happy as when I was labouring with them, praying for them, and urging them to flee from the wrath to come, and lay hold on eternal life. 2. All my promotions in the Church, from the begin- ning to the present time, have come unsought, and, generally, unexpected by me. It was always a great cross for me to speak in public ; but, when license for public speaking was thrust upon me, the responsibility of conducting divine service, in large congregations, came with crushing weight upon my mind, and almost overwhelmed me. This was what induced me, when I came to Canada, to keep silent on the subject until my license was called for. But the climax was reached when I was called out of my bed to commence preachijig, and placed in such circumstances as made it almost impossible to refuse; and I have always thanked God that I obeyed that call. 3. When I was induced to stand up for Christ in a public congregation, my soul was wonderfully blessed and anointed by the Holy Spirit. The people were comforted, and, in many instances, souls were brought to God through my feeble efforts. 4. The Church called me to the work. The people desired it, and our ministers urged it upon me. “No man taketh this honour upon himself, but he that is called of God, as was Aaron.” Under these circumstances I felt that I was called of God. I needed no brighter visions to convince me. When I went over from my school to Brother Williams’, to labour with those who were crying, “ Men and brethren, what must we do to be saved,” I felt to say with the prophet, “ Now, the
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Lord God and his Spirit hath sent me.” I saw the fields white unto the harvest, and seemed to hear the Master say, “ He that reapeth receiveth wages, and gathereth fruit unto eternal life.” When, therefore, the Lord said, “ Whom shall I send, and who will go for us % ” My heart replied, “ Here am I ; Lord, send me.” And he did send me in to his vineyard ; and in that vineyard I have toiled ever since, and intend to work on until the Master comes and says, “ It is enough ; come up higher.” I always believed in a Divine, as well as a Church call, to the work of the ministry. It is a great mistake for any to send their sons into the pulpit before God says to them, “ Separate unto me, Saul and Barnabas, for the ministry.” It is God’s work, and why not allow Him to select his own servants ? Man him- self claims this prerogative, and why deny it to the Head of the Church % It is only when God sends us that we can truly say, “ Now, then, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God did beseech you by us, we pray you, in Christ’s stead, be ye reconciled to God.” What ! ambassadors for Christ, when he never sent us ! Whence and where are our credentials, then ? What ! Speaking in Christ’s stead when Christ has never authorized us to speak in his name ! Never! for who under these circumstances can say, “ Woe is me if I preach not the Gospel 1 ” It was only when I came to this point in my Christian experience that I could feel free to forsake worldly pursuits, and enter the Lord’s vineyard as a herald of the love of God. Then the matter was settled for life. I was at ease. The responsibility was with Him who sent me, and who knew all my weaknesses, deficiencies, and foibles. He has promised to be with me always, even unto the end ; and I know His “ strength is made perfect in weakness.” The Rubicon is passed; the battle-field is before me. I go, trusting entirely to His direction and help, who
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has said, “ I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” He has already led me to some victories, while his “ arrows were stout in the heart of the king’s enemies,” and He will lead me still.
“ Jesus, confirm iny heart’s desire
To work, and speak, and think for thee ;
Still, let me guard the holy fire,
And still stir up thy gift in me.”
CHAPTER III.
THE FORMATION OF THE CANADA CONFERENCE.
ITHERTO the Upper Canada ministers had be- BJBUI longed to the Genesee Conference. That Confer- ence had held two sessions in Canada — one in Elizabeth- town in 1817, when Bishop George presided, and where a glorious revival commenced, which kindled a fire in almost every part of that circuit ; and one at Lundy’s Lane in 1820, at which Bishop George was also present. But on the 25th of August, 1824, a new Conference for Upper Canada was organized, composed of those ministers who were willing to remain in the work here. To this Con- ference we had looked forward with anxious solicitude ; and, in some respects, it was one of unusual importance. 1. It was the first organization of Ministers on Canada soil, having for its exclusive object the cultivation of our Canadian field. In this respect it was the nucleus of that grand Conferencial movement which was destined, in its increasing and expansive energy, to raise up our united societies in Canada, from almost nothing, to that lofty position of civil and religious liberty and equality which they now enjoy, and by which they have been able to confer invaluable benefits upon themselves and upon the Christian community at large. 2. At this Conference, and
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during the first week of its sessions, our Canadian Mission- ary Society was formed, and a Constitution adopted — a society which, under divine direction and aid, was to play such an honourable part in the evangelization of the country, the Christianization of its aboriginal Indian tribes, and the extension of gospel truth and gospel privileges through the newly settled portion of Canada, and even to extend its operations to Japan. 3. As I have intimated elsewhere, it was by the wisdom, the piety, and the judicious exertions of this Conference that a miserable conspiracy was arrested, and an incipient rebellion put down, — a rebellion which threatened to rend the Church, and leave her bleeding at every pore, the common prey of ambitious aspirants.
There were but nineteen members of Conference who took Circuits, and twelve preachers on trial. There were also two young men, John Black and Anson Green, who took Circuits under the authority and direction of Mr. Case, our Presiding Elder. If to these we add five super- annuated ministers, we shall have the entire ministerial force of the Conference then stationed in our itinerant field. The Province was divided into two districts, twenty circuits, and three missions. But we were without Church funds, literary institutions, or resources of wealth. Mr. Playter, in his history, says this Conference was held in the old Meeting House near the village. The old house referred to is at Conger’s Mills, two miles east of the village, but the Con- ference was held in a new Church — the best in the Province — erected in 1820 or 1821, in the centre of the village, and on a very eligible site. This was then the only Church in the country built with firmly capt pews, or slips, but without doors. All churches then were free.
Eleven meeting-houses were reported to the General Con- ference, as built before the American war, (the precise number on the Continent before the Revolutionary war.)
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The first of these was in Adolphustown, on Hay Bay. The subscription paper, to erect which, is dated February, 1792 ; just one year after the first class in Canada was formed by Losee, on the same farm. The second was built nearly at the same time in Fredericksburgh, on the bay shore, where the second class was formed. The third class was formed at the house of Samuel Detlor, Esq., near Napanee, on the day Wesley died. The old church, erected near Hallowell, was built in 1809. These facts I had from Samuel Detlor, a pious, intelligent, and good man whose account may be relied on. I am not confident as to the order of time in which the other eight churches were built, but from all I can gather, it was as follows : Matilda,
Augusta, Christian Warner’s, near St. David’s, 1802; Mon- treal, 1806 ; Ancaster, Long Point, Elizabethtown, and Stoney Creek. I have preached in all these old sanctuaries, except those of Montreal and Matilda. Down to the time of the first Conference the number was increased to between thirty and forty. All wooden frame buildings except, per- haps, the one in Montreal, which was given up to the Eng- lish Conference in 1820. All those in Upper Canada, of which I have personal knowledge, besides those mentioned, are the following, and I think the list is nearly, if not quite, complete, viz. : Kingston, Waterloo, Switzers, Hallowell, Belleville, South Bay, Colborne, Hamilton Township, York, Cumers, Tylers (now Aurora), Palermo, Bock Church, Hamilton, Saltfleet, Smithville, Thirty-mile Creek, St. Catharines, Niagara, Lundy’s Lane, Bertie, Woodstock, London, Lyon’s Creek, and Thames. There may have been three or four others of which I have no knowledge. The missionary money, presented at this Conference, amounted to $144 00. The largest amount came from the Stamford branch, $23. Ancaster and Saltfleet, each $22 ; Trafalgar, $10 ; Bertie, $7 50 ; Smithville, $9 25 ; Lyon’s
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Creek, $12 62 ; Thorold, $5 ; Beverly, $5 ; Long Point, $4; John Keagey, $8 25; ministers at Conference, $15 38.
I mention these amounts, not only to show where this stream of Christian benevolence commenced, but also to exhibit the feebleness of our beginnings. But
“ Large streams from little fountains flow,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.”
Let the results of 53 years’ hard toil encourage us now to look for, and expect great things, and then never rest until the acme is reached, and the victory gained.
I was much edified and encouraged by the preaching during this Conference. Dr. Bangs preached on the fruits of the Spirit. Wm. Byerson on “ the world passeth away.” I was pleased with the profound depth of the one, and the enthusiastic eloquence of the other. But the good Bishop quite carried us away on the Lord’s day. A singular scene occurred while Bishop George was preaching in the morn- ing. The weather was warm, and the Church uncomfortably crowded. The good sisters in those days came a great dis- tance, and generally brought their babies with them on such occasions. A great many were present in the congre- gation, and when the preacher became eloquent, he fre- quently wiped tears from his eyes, while the people also wept freely. Just at this crisis about twenty infants set up such a tremendous, combined, and continued scream, as nearly drowned the Bishop’s voice. He stopped, raised up both hands towards heaven and exclaimed, “ God have mercy upon the children !” Suddenly, as if by concert, every child stopped crying, and all was still ! How this effect was produced, whether by sympathy, by maternal soothing, or by special answer to prayer, I know not ; but the end was accomplished, and the good Bishop proceeded admirably.
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My First Circuit. — I had purchased the best young horse I could find in the township, got my saddle-bags, com- pleted my travelling outfit, and was ready for my appoint- ment. I had received no intimation from anyone to what circuit I would probably be sent; nor had I the slightest anxiety on the subject. Still, I had an impression that I would go to the Smith’s Creek Circuit. And, sure enough, that was my place. When the Bishop had finished reading the appointments, the Presiding Elder came to me, on the Conference floor, and said, “You are appointed to the Smith’s Creek Circuit.” I thank you, said I ; just where I expected to go. On the morning of September, the 7th, in company with a pleasant young preacher by the name of Griffis, I mounted my beautiful steed, with saddle-bags and valise well filled, and started on my mission as a Travelling Preacher. As I left the house of my dear friends, Brother and Sister J. P. Williams, I could not but drop a tear. Their kind- ness to me, and attentions to my wants, when I was a stranger in a strange land, I can never forget. They, with a goodly number of the young converts, gathered around us at the gate, wept as we mounted, blessed us as we started, and watched us anxiously until we were out of sight. The morning was lovely. Seldom has the sun shone upon a more charming day, or a clearer sky. If this is an index to, and the precursor of, my day of ministerial toil, thought I, then surely I may look for a sunny noon and a cloudless evening. I have had many a struggle to bring my mind to a godly decision, but the struggle is now over. Christ says, “ You have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain.” I have no selfish ends in view. I go at the call of God and his Church, only to bring forth fruit that will remain. And now, having fairly and prayerfully buckled on the armour, I am quite
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resolved never to cast it off until the war is over, and the victory gained, or I receive an honourable discharge. Mr. Case has furnished me with written authority and direc- tions, and given me his blessing. He has promised, if possible, to give me a year or two at Cazenovia, and I have sold a lot of land, and placed my available funds on interest in view of such a contingency.
A charming ride of twenty-five miles brought us to the eastern limit of my circuit, where we found a sweet home with one of my circuit stewards, Chas. Biggar, Esq. The Carrying Place is about two miles long, and connects the Bay of Quinte with the lake. On Wednesday I had an appointment at Presque Isle, but Bro. Demorest, who was on his way to his circuit, kindly preached for me. He said many good things, with scarcely a motion of his body, or much emotion of soul. Thursday, the 9th, I preached my first sermon in our Church at Cramahe, now called Col- borne, from 1 Peter 4 : 18. I did not venture into the pulpit, but spoke from the chancel. I had tolerable liberty, but was not greatly encouraged. On Sunday, preached at Haldimand, Four Corners, from “ What will this babbler say 1” I scarcely knew myself what he would say, but he tried to preach J esus and the resurrection. In the evening, at the school-house, at what is now called Grafton, from Homans 10 : 13. Had good liberty, and was comforted.
Sunday, 19 th. At Plawkins’ school-house, in Hope, from Matthew 11: 25 ; and in Cobourg, in the evening, from Homans 5 : 2. Cobourg is the name of a small village of some 100 inhabitants. The Church of England has a young clergyman here by the name of McCaulay. He has a small Church, the only one in the village, while we preach in a school-house. There are two small stores here, several mechanics, and plenty of taverns. The court-house and its surroundings form a small villa, more than a mile distant. 3
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We have a good Church two miles north of the village, with a small log cabin near it, which they call the parsonage. Here my colleague is to live, and this is really the head of the circuit. The Church is respectable ; but oh, the par- sonage! Thursday, the 25th, preached at Baltimore — Matt. 7:7. At Wm. Kelley’s, the next day— Psalms 40 : 2. A kind family and a good home. Sunday, the 26th. At the parsonage Church in the morning — Col. 3:4; and at Cobourg in the evening — Bom. 10 : 13. Thank God for such a day. Had much liberty in preaching, for God was our leader. How encouraging to get such “ showers of
blessing!” Monday, Sept. 27th, start for the bush, a dis- tance of twenty-miles, over rough roads, with plenty of corduroy bridges. Stop at De Ells’, and preach in a house just erected both for a church and a school-house. It had no windows, doors, nor floor, and yet we had plenty of light coming in through the doorway, and between the logs with which it was built. Our position was as novel as it was awkward. The people sat upon the sleepers, with their feet dangling below, while I took another sleeper for my pulpit. It being my birthday, I took a text in accordance with my feelings, — “ The world passeth away, and the lust thereof, but he that doeth the will of God abideth forever.” Much of my time has run to waste. It pains me to reflect upon the little good I have done. May I be of some service in the future, and that quickly, for
‘ ‘ Our life is a dream ; our time as a stream Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.”
On the 28th September I started for the township of Smith, passing through where the town of Peterboro’ now stands ; but there was only one house there then, and that one down on the river’s bank, quite out of my sight. My
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path was a winding Indian trail, where no wheel carriage had ever passed. I was obliged to jump my horse over logs, ride him through deep mud-holes and bridgeless streams, guided sometimes by marked trees. When I got a short distance beyond Peterboro’, I entered a clearing with two or three log cabins in view. In one of these lived a godly old Yorkshire woman, who received me joyfully. Her house was covered with hollow logs, halved, and so arranged as to shelter its inmates from the rain and snow. The room was about fifteen by twenty feet in size, and it served for our kitchen, bed-room, parlour, dining-room, and church. Here I preached to a congregation of eight souls, and was happy. O how these people in the bush value the Gospel, and love the messengers who deliver it to them. On Wednesday returned to the town-line, and found my way to the house of Mr. Morrow, in Cavan, and preached to the best congre- gation I found in these woods. Here, too, I met with an intelligent Irish local preacher by the name of Blackstock. We had a good class-meeting, and rejoiced together. I was not surprised to learn that my predecessor, Brother Belton, had lost his way in these primeval forests. I was told that he took a wrong path one stormy day; but, as night was coming on, he fortunately met a man who kneKv him, and accosted him thus : “ Sure, and is this you, your riverence ; pray, where are you going 1 ” “ Oh, to hunt up the lost
sheep,” says Mr. B. “ Indade, well, I am afraid the sheep stand a poor chance of being found to-night, since the shep- herd himself is lost ! ” The poor preacher was six miles out of his way, but he was kindly guided to the little flock who were anxiously waiting for him. Thursday, preached at Mr. Sheckleton’s, and on Friday at Mr. Thompson’s, in Monaghan. This last appointment was not on my plan, but Mrs. Thompson had met me at my appointment on the town- line, last Monday, and pressed me to take an appointment at
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her house, promising me a good congregation. I was glad I went. I found a sterling family, who were Wesleyans in England. The congregation were perched upon a loom, like a flock of pigeons on a tree. After preaching, Mrs. Thomp- son related to me the following most thrilling event in her own experience, showing how much good we may accomplish when our hearts are free to do it : —
“ In England,” said she, “ we were members of class, and accustomed to hear preaching every week. When we came to these woods, we were three years without seeing a minister. Hearing that one was to preach on the front, I travelled out fifteen miles on foot to hear him. My soul was filled with comfort, and I begged him to come to the bush and preach in our house, promising him that, if possible, every person in the township would be present to hear him. He consented. On the day appointed I gave our family their breakfast, and then went to every house and got a pledge that every man and woman would be present at the appointed hour. On my way home I saw the track of a horse in our field, and knowing that there was no horse in the settlement, I thought it must be the horse of the man of God who had come to bring the Gospel to our forest. Is it possible, thought I, that after so long a famine for the bread of life, the time has come at last when we are to have the Gospel preached in our own humbie cabin ! The thought was overwhelming ; tears came to my eyes, my heart throbbed with emotion, and I sank upon the earth and kissed the ground on which the horse had trod which brought the man of God to our township. I thought of former times in Yorkshire, and then and there renewed my covenant with God, pledging myself to do all I could to spread the Gospel through these forests.”
This good family prospered in everything ; and, thirteen years after this visit, I had the pleasure of preaching in a
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comfortable church erected on their farm. This pious and devoted woman comforted me much, and encouraged me to greater diligence in acts of self-denial. I met one of her sons, now venerable in appearance, at the Peterboro’ Con- ference. Hard, indeed, must be that heart which would not go any lengths, and make any sacrifice, to preach the Gospel to such a people ! If Wesley was right when he directed us to go to those who need us most, then I was right in taking up this appointment, and I left one for my colleague. While riding back towards the front, over rough roads and through gloomy forests, I dismounted to relieve my horse a little and stretch my own limbs by walking, leaving my saddle-bags on the saddle. But the cunning beast proved treacherous — I had good cause to regret my kindness. I had left the bridle on his neck and was walking by his side, when he managed to get a few steps in advance. Having walked a couple of miles in this way, I began to feel weary, and asked my horse to stop; but he seemed to prefer walking alone, and resolved to keep out of my reach. When I walked fast, he increased his pace accordingly. When I ran, he ran — then off came my bags, which I had to carry. This appeared to amuse him much, and no intreaty could induce him to wait for me. Is it possible, thought I, that I am doomed to walk and carry this burden, through this solitary wilderness, all the way to Cobourg. In my dejec- tion and weariness, a happy thought came into my mind. There is a long corduroy bridge about a mile ahead, and on that bridge I can outrun the cruel beast. The plan was laid and the conquest effected ; but I learned that too much liberty was a bad thing for a horse, while there might be circumstances under which even these miserable log-bridges might be of service to" a travelling preacher.
Sunday, the 3rd of October. Preached at Cramahe and at Presque Isle. Cramahe is a small village about the size
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of Cobourg, but it has a good Church, a better society, and a larger congregation. Hiram Merriman, a faithful under- shepherd is our leader here. He is very fond of a good, warm-hearted shout, and, when he feels well, he can bear his part in it with stunning effect. At Presque Isle we have a large log-house for worship, and an excellent class. James Lyons, Esq., M.P.P., is our leader, and an excellent leader he is. James Richardson, Esq., his brother- in-law, lives near him, and is an able local preacher, but it is intimated that he is soon to take a circuit. On Monday ? preached at Sherwood’s, and on Tuesday at the Carrying * Place. Called on the Rev. Mr. Greer, a young Episcopal clergyman, who had just settled in this village. Wednes- day, rode round the head of the Bay to the Trent, thence over to Mr. Young’s (father to the Rev. Wm. Young), and preached from Proverbs 8 : 4. Wednesday, preached at Cold Creek to a few settlers, but no class. After a lonely ride to Percy Mills, I preached to a small congregation, led a small class, and was entertained by the father of the Rev. Solomon Waldron, of our Conference. Friday, rode back through the woods towards the front, and preached in the house of a local preacher by the name of Joshua Webster — an intelligent man and good company. Sunday, 10th Oct. At Haldimand and Grafton, preached on “ What will it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his soul ? ” A question, this, of infinite importance, but easily answered.
Monday, the 11th, at Bro. Waite’s, back of Grafton. Saturday and Sunday, the 16th and 17th of October, heard Mr. Case at our Quarterly Meeting in Hamilton Church. He is a lovable man ; mild as St. John, but firm as St. Paul. Not a great, but a good preacher. His sermons are not deep, but efficacious, and we love him, admire him, and pray for him. I received twenty-fiv^cents travelling expenses,
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but no quarterage, as my colleague required all the money paid in to meet his moving expenses. We arranged for a new appointment at Mr. Bullock’s neighbourhood, near the Carrying Place, and another at what is now called Newton- ville, about twelve miles west of Port Hope — since become the head of a circuit. On the 4th of November I preached the first sermon ever delivered at Newtonville, in a log house owned by Mr. Soules, situated on the main road, and on the west side of a high hill. I gave them a synopsis of our doctrines. One intelligentdooking gentleman eyed me closely, and seemed to be carefully weighing every sentence uttered. He thanked me for a doctrinal sermon, and in- vited me to visit him at his house, which I did ; and this visit led to the following case of conscience : — In accord- ance with Dr. Adam Clarke’s “ Advice to Young Preachers,” I had resolved to pray with every family I visited. I found this gentleman alone, and as he did not propose prayers, I had not courage to do so myself, but left him alone in his musings. The cross was heavy, and I failed to bear it, though Jesus had said, “ Whosoever doth not bear his cross and come after me, cannot be my disciple.” As I rode away my conscience stung me severely — Is that the way you carry out your purposes ? Is that all the courage you have to bear the cross for him who bore the cross for you ? Then better leave this field to others and go home ! I stopped my horse to return to the house ; but this would appear absurd, hence I compromised the matter by promising to call on my next round and ask to have prayers with this gentleman. After this decision, I rode on ; but, alas ! on my next visit to that place his house was empty. This gentleman had left the neighbourhood, and I never saw him more ! But his image is photographed indelibly upon my mind, and I can never forget that first breach of faith with myself. It is a dangerous thing to trifle with a good conscience. I was
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miserable in the extreme, and would have given much if I had never seen that man, or, having seen him, had done my duty. Our next appointment led me to Major Wilmott’s — now Newcastle — preached in a school-house a little west of Salmon Creek. From this we went to Mr. Butterworth’s, in a back concession ; and I left an appointment also, on the main road, at Mr. Wallbridge’s house. Sunday, the 7th of November, preached at Hope school-house in the morning, and at Mr. J. Boyce’s in the evening. Dined with Mr. Hawkins, and found good lodgings at Bro. Boyce’s during the night. We had also a regular appointment at Mr. Farley’s school-house. I have now preached in all the regular appointments, and find we have enough to do. We preach in twelve townships, have thirty-three appointments each for every twenty-eight days, lead all the classes after public service, preach funeral sermons, and attend as many prayer-meetings as possible. Our Circuit embraces all the country between Bowmanville and the Carrying Place, Elver Trent, and Mud Lake. It requires a ride of 400 miles to get round it, which we performed, winter and sum- mer, on horseback. — There are now twenty-four circuits within these limits. — We had only two churches on the circuit which we could use for Quarterly meetings — one in Colborne, and one in Hamilton, near Cobourg — but we erected a small one in the village of Cobourg before Christmas. My colleague, the Eev. David Breakenridge, is kind and industrious, but, like myself, is a new recruit in the ministry. He is blessed with a charming wife. Her maiden name was Lawrence, but her mother was once the wife of the celebrated Philip Embury.
Dedication at Cobourg. — On the 28th of November, I had the pleasure of opening our new church, erected on the corner of Division and Chapel Streets. My text was from Zech. 14: 6, 8. These “ living waters” were refreshing,
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and all were invited to drink freely. Very little ceremony was connected with church- openings in those days. Father Wilson was present, and took part in the services ; but, strange to say, he was not in my way at all. I had feared him greatly, but he removed that fear entirely during my second sermon at the Parsonage Church. He was living near that church, and I could not think of preaching in his presence. I, therefore, took the first opportunity to call on this venerable divine, and earnestly request him not to be present when I preached, as I had not been accustomed to preach before ministers, and feared I might break dowi* in the attempt. He said he knew how to sympathize with such feelings, and at once assured me he would not attend until I was an established preacher. I felt much relieved by this promise ; but alas ! he thought I was “ established ” long before I thought so myself ; and at my second appoint- ment in that church, after the preliminaries were over, and I stood up to read my text, I saw his venerable form enter the door. He had on short breeches, with silk stockings, knee-buckles, shoe-buckles, &c., and with his clerical garb and venerable locks, he made a most formidable appearance. I was both surprised and frightened. Indeed, I trembled to that extent that I could scarcely hold my pqcket Bible in my hand. I first thought of sitting down and calling upon him to preach, but dared not do it. I then placed both elbows upon the pulpit to steady my trembling nerves, and read, “ Unto you that fear my name shall the sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings ; and ye shall go forth and grow up as calves of the stall.” By the time I got through with my introduction, I had lost sight of the old divine ; my trembling ceased, and from that moment I had no more fear of Father Wilson.
First Sermon at Port Hope — November 30th. This afternoon, by previous arrangement, I delivered what I was *3
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informed was the first sermon preached in Port Hope by a Wesleyan minister — it was certainly the first appointment in our circuit work there. I had a shoemaker’s shop for my church, his shoe-bench for a pulpit, and six persons for a con- gregation. Port Hope is the largest village on the circuit. It is situated at the mouth of Smith’s Creek, from which our circuit takes its name. It is full of enterprise and spirit, but so full of whisky and sin that it bears the name of “ Sodom.” My text was, “ Some have not the knowledge of God : I speak this to your shame.” The wedge is now entered, and if we can manage to get a congregation, Sodom may yet be redeemed, and by divine aid we may hope to do some good there. December 1st, took up another new ap- pointment at Mr. Herchel’s, on the lake shore, some four or five miles west of Port Hope. December 8th. My colleague has also taken up an appointment at Mr. Purdy’s, on the lake shore, in Cramahe, where I preached to-day. We have also arranged to preach at the Court-house, and at the school-house at Major Jones’, half-way to Port Hope.
Father Wilson’s Narrow Escape. — When in Cobourg last October, I saw the beach, west of Division Street^ covered with small white tents, filled with Irish immigrants. The Hon. Peter Robinson had been home and brought out a shipload of these people, whom he landed here. There was no wharf in Cobourg then, and the landing was some- what difficult. They were to be located in the bush beyond Rice Lake. Mr. R. has given his own name to the place, calling it Peterborough. These white tents presented a beautiful and attractive appearance. They stretched along on the sand beach, lying between the lake and a forest of small cedars, which covered the worst part of the swampy ground east of Ham’s mills. Among the newly-arrived were fourteen Protestant families ; the remainder were Papists, with a priest at their head. Mr. W., being an
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Irishman himself, went and preached to his countrymen ; but when the priest — who was absent at the time — returned, he was much displeased, and told his flock that if that heretic came there again to preach, they were “ to cool his zeal by throwing him into the lake.” The Protestants reported this to our brethren ; and soon after the magistrate sent for the priest and asked him if the report was true. “ Certainly it is,” said the priest. “ What right had that man to preach to my people in my absence 1” “ Just as
much right as you have, sir, if they wish to hear him. You are in a free country now, where the liberty of free speech is protected. You are therefore to go immediately and call the people together and tell them if Mr. W. comes there again they are to use him civilly ; and I will hold you re- sponsible for any mischief done him.” The priest very properly hastened to the camp, blew his horn, collected the people and said to them, “ I perceive I have made a mis- take. If Mr. Wilson comes here, be sure you use him well, or I will hold you responsible for any mischief done him. Remember what I tell you.” I scarcely need to add that these immigrants were well taught in Gospel truth, while they remained on the beach.
On New Year’s eve, had a profitable watch-night in our new church ; but, under the pressure of a bad cold and hard work, my voice was so injured that I could scarcely speak at all. Happily for me, Elder Case came to us at this time, and, seeing my weakness, directed me to lie by for a few weeks. So strong was my frame that I scarcely knew I could injure myself by constant preaching ; but I found, to my cost, that my lungs might be so overtaxed as to injure them, and weaken my entire frame. Mr. Case’s timely interposition gave me relief. His goodness of heart is only equalled by his prudence and forethought, He authorized the Rev. George Farr to form a new mission in Cavan.
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Allowed Reuben Grant, a good local preacher, to take my appointments for a time, and I started off to see my friends. About seven o’clock one evening I left the stage and knocked at my father’s door. I had been absent about two years, and he was glad to see me ; but when he learned, from my own lips, that I had entered the ministry, he expressed his surprise, and, in his mild way, intimated his regret at my choice. A little respite and a change of air soon restored my voice and my health. I could not resist the pressing invitation of my old friends, Mr. and Mrs. Gale, Judge Watson, and others, to preach. They were pleased to find their predictions, concerning my calling, so soon fulfilled, and said many kind things concerning my feeble efforts. After enjoying a delightful visit with my friends in Middleburgh, I returned to Richfield.
My First Sermon before my Father. — I had two broth- ers living in Richfield, who, being anxious to hear me preach, had given out an appointment for me in Brighton village. My father’s cousin, Wardwell Green, Esq., was the patriarch of this place. When I entered the house, behold, it was filled to its utmost capacity. I crowded my way to the pulpit, and, on looking round, was surprised to see my venerable father and his cousin, the village magistrate, sitting together on a side seat. Their unexpected presence embarrassed me much. I regretted that I had consented to preach at all. But I was there and must proceed. Earnestly did I pray for help ; and the Lord beard and answered. My text was, “ For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” I had spoken for fifteen minutes before I had courage to look towards the seat where my father sat ; but, when I glanced my eyes that way, I was much relieved to see both ' of these venerable men using their handkerchiefs freely to wipe away their tears. This removed my fear and gave me
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courage. The word had reached their hearts ; others wept with them, and my soul rejoiced. The next day, when I bid my father good-bye, he kindly gave me his blessing; said I was taking the right course, and he only wished all his sons were like me. This paternal approval of my calling was what I did not expect ; but it was more valued by me than gold or silver. I took leave of my friends with com- paratively a light heart, and hastened back to my circuit. I had intended to induce my youngest brother, Joseph, to come to Canada with me ; but he was called away in the morning of life, and buried in Brighton before I reached home. Under these circumstances I brought Mr. Lewis W. J oice with me, and got him a school near Cobourg.
A Funeral Sermon under trying Circumstances. — When in Hallowell, the Bev. F. Metcalf came to me and urged that I would preach a funeral sermon for a man who had died in the village ; and he prevailed on me, much against my inclination, to consent ; but was careful not to give the character of the deceased. I learned afterwards that he was an old tipler who had importuned Mr. Ballard, one very cold night, to let him have a bottle of whisky to take home with him, which Mr. B. refused to do, telling him that if he got it, he would drink himself dead before he reached home. He then declared, most solemnly, that he would not touch a “ drop until he reached home ; if he did, he hoped God would strike him dead on the road.” He got the whisky, retired from the house, and began to drink freely. God took him at his word, and he was found frozen to death on the street. All the tiplers from some distance were at his funeral. Our church was full, and I took for my text, “ But the end of all things is at hand ; be ye therefore sober, and watch unto prayer.” I could not hope to benefit the dead, but I faithfully reminded the living of the shortness of time, and urged them to sobriety, watch-
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fulness, and prayer. The old topers were not much pleased with my faithful dealing, but said, afterwards, that I ought to have been dragged out of the pulpit ! I made no refer- ences to the deceased, only to leave him where I found him, in the hands of a just God. Some of the tiplers took my part and said I had manfully spoken the truth. But some of “ the baser sort” went to the widow to sympathize with her and get me condemned. She plucked the feathers out of their caps at once by telling them “ it was the best sermon she ever heard in her life. That every word was truth, and they knew it well ; that if her husband had heard it years ago, and lived according to its teachings, she would not now be a widow and she exhorted them to leave the bottle and become sober men. The effect was good, and these raging inebriates went home wiser, if not better men. Tem- perance societies, for the suppression of drunkenness, were not then known, but we used frequently to thunder from our pulpits against this disgraceful and soul-destroying vice.
Camp-meeting at Adolphustown — License to Preach. — The power to grant licenses was vested in what was called The Local Preachers’ Conference. This body was com- posed of all the local preachers on the district, with the Presiding Elder as President. This Council had met the previous year at Elizabethtown, one hundred miles away from me ; and I had, by the authority of Bro. Case, been preaching for a year on the recommendation for license of our Quarterly Meeting. Mr. Case had appointed a camp- meeting at Hay Bay, where the District Conference was also to meet. On Saturday, the 18th of June, I was expected to pass an examination before this grave body, on doctrines, discipline, experience, &c., when I, with other candidates, was expected to give precise definitions of all the cardinal doctrines of the Church, and prove them by per- tinent passages of Scripture. I found no difficulty in answer-
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ing the questions. I then retired to give the members opportunity to deliberate, but was soon called in, when Mr. Case told me the brethren had cordially granted me license, and he desired me to use them, at once, by taking the stand and preaching to the people. I did so, and the good Lord helped me graciously. The kind words spoken to me after- wards by Bro. Metcalf, Bro. John Ryerson, and others, encouraged me greatly.
At this meeting I had the pleasure of seeing that vener- able apostolic man, Dr. Dunham. He was the first ordained Wesleyan minister who came to Canada, and, consequently, the first to administer the sacraments to the people here (in 1792.) This happy old veteran now stood upon the ground where his colleague, Losee, formed the first class in 1791, and erected the first church in 1792, and where the first camp-meeting in Canada was held in 1805, attended by Case, Bangs, Ryan, &c. He prayed for sinners with great energy, and sometimes used most terrific expressions. He had seen the Church of Canada in her infancy, and anxiously watched her youthful progress ; but now, like Israel’s Moses, he seemed to view the promised land from Pisgah’s top, quite ready to “ launch away and mingle with the blaze of day.” There were many on the ground who belonged to the first class formed in Canada, and others who were taken into society by Losee in other places. Oh, how I love to sit at their feet and hear them tell of early days ! Here are the Casey’s, Huff’s, Yandusen’s, German’s, Detlor’s, Rob. lin’s, Embury’s, Ketcheson’s, and Switzer’s. Here, too, are the Dougall’s, Dulmage’s, Green’s, Yeomans’, and Johnson’s of primitive times. The thrilling anecdotes they tell of early days would fill a volume. Would that they were written for our admonition and instruction. Here is good old Casper Yandusen from the High Shore, a valuable leader and powerful exhorter, whose voice I have heard with profit
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and delight. He knew little of religious language and customs before his conversion, hence, when first asked to say- grace at table, he stood up and said, “Now I lay me down to sleep,” &c. These were all the religious words he knew, and they were acceptable to him who looks not at the words, so much as at the heart. This meeting was primitive in most respects, and many souls were brought to God.
On the 1st of September another camp-meeting was held ,on our own circuit in Cramahe, where we had the help of several ministers who were on their way to Conference. It was a blessed time and a glorious winding up of the year. I received such a blessing as comforts me still when I think of it. The local preachers held an adjourned session on the camp ground, where they recommended me to the Confer- ence as a candidate for the Wesleyan ministry. We had a large number of conversions on the circuit, but were a little surprised to find that we could only report a net gain of forty-seven. My receipts on the circuit, for all purposes, amounted to $60. I had no place which I called my home ; and yet I found a home whenever night overtook me. My saddle was my study, saddle-bags my wardrobe, and my Bible and hymn-book my select library. I found comfort- able temporary homes with the kind families of Messrs. Biggar, Lyons, Keeler, Strong, Merriman, Powers, Powel, Perry, Spencer, Bates, Kelley, Spalding, McCarty, Boyce, Hawkins, Wilmott, Parley, and many others. My needs were all supplied, and I wanted nothing but more grace. Father Wilson, who frightened me so much in the beginning, was of great service to me ; but he was very eccentric at times. He could not bear to have any of his opinions called in question. He once preached in Plallowell, from a text in the Book of Job, and the people took the liberty of calling in question some remarks which he made concerning that ancient book. He heard of it, and when next he
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preached in our pulpit he opened his hymn-book, and then, knitting his dark, heavy eyebrows, and making his black eyes sparkle with emotion, he exclaimed, “ So you are critics here, are you ! I care no more for you than for the worms under my met; I have preached to thousands in Ireland before I saw your faces !” He then put on a smile, read his hymn, and went on with the service. I sat in the pulpit with him once when, becoming absent-minded for a moment, he stopped suddenly and said, “ Really, I have forgotten where I am ; if any one can put me on the track I will pro-, ceed.” I then told him where he was, what he said last, and the theme on which he was dwelling. He thanked me, and then proceeded as usual. He abhorred drunkenness, and held the sot in utter contempt. He was once asked to ride ten miles to bury a drunkard, but indignantly refused, saying, “ No ! he lived like a dog, and let his burial be the burial of an ass. What ! go to preach the pure gospel over such a man ! Never ! never ! ”
A Chapter of Accidents which occurred on this circuit may be recorded for serious reflection. My horse, a noble, beautiful looking animal, had the fault of stumbling. On one occasion, when in sight of my stopping place, I rode fast to avoid a shower of rain which I saw approaching, when his feet sank so deeply in the soft earth which had just been placed on the road, that he fell and landed me several feet in front of him. When I managed to pick myself up I found him lying on his own head, apparently dead. When I turned him over he arose, shook off the dust, and carried me to the house, neither of us being any the worse for the fright. Had I been looking at the road before me, instead of watching the approaching storm, I might have avoided this calamity ; but He, whose eyes are always open to the dangers of His people, kindly preserved both the horse and his rider from serious harm. At another time he fell with
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me on my way to preach in Haldimand, throwing me into the mud before him. It was rainy, and I held my umbrella over my head, musing upon my sermon. But I soon found myself in one place, my horse in another, and my umbrella some distance from both of us. I scarcely knew what to do. The congregation was waiting for me near by, but I looked more like a toper who had been rolling in the mud, than a divine on his way to the pulpit. But all’s well that ends well. I rubbed off the thickest of the mud ; the people waited patiently, and we had a thankful and joyous time together. On another occasion my horse got so frightened at an old bear and her two cubs that I could scarcely man- age him at all. I was returning from Percy Mills, and on looking to my left, up through some pine woods which had lately been burnt over, I saw, about a quarter of a mile away, three bears coming directly towards me. I stopped my Charley to get a good sight of them. He soon saw them coming down the hill, and stood, with his ears thrown for- ward, trembling with fright. They came into the road about one hundred feet before me, and remained smelling round, but didn’t observe us. After I had satisfied my curiosity, I told them to be off. Frightened at my voice they trotted away into the thick bushes below the road. But as they- moved away, my horse turned swiftly round and ran some distance as if it were for life. When I man- aged to stop him and turn him on his right course, he stepped very cautiously until he came to the place where the bears had trod, and then I could not get him to cross their path. I finally dismounted and led him over ; he crouched slyly behind me until he came to their track, and then shot by me with speed and tried to run. It was with much difficulty that I reached my saddle again; but no sooner had I mounted than he took the bit between his teeth and van through the woods until he reached the bridge over
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Cold Creek, where I managed to get him quieted. I was not aware, until this occurrence, that horses were so much afraid of bears. Once my poor Charley had a narrow escape in going over a corduroy bridge in Cobourg, near Ham's Mills. He got his fore-feet between two logs, and sank down until my feet touched the poles, when I walked off over his head. I thought his legs would be broken, but he managed, with my assistance, to get them out unhurt. We found this kind of roadway or corduroy bridges, as they were called, in great abundance on our circuit ; but the good Lord preserved both man and beast during the dangers of this eventful year. We need not fear danger if God is with us. He did not keep Daniel from the den of lions, but He guarded him there. He did not hold the three Hebrews back from the furnace, but “ the form of the fourth” was with them and they could not be hurt.
On the whole, this was a pleasant and successful year. I sold books for my colleague, and had the privilege of reading them, when I could find a place and an hour in which to do so. I loved the people, and became much attached to them. They bore with my weakness, encouraged me when I faltered, upheld me when I was weary, and cheered me when I was discouraged; and I went to my next field of labour with a light heart.
CHAPTER IY.
THE CONFERENCE OF 1825 — HALLOWELL CIRCUIT.
1ST Tuesday morning, just one year from that Tuesday on which I entered the circuit, six of us mounted our steeds and started for Conference, viz. : W. Case, W.
Chamberlain, E. Metcalf, Ezra Healy, P. Smith, and Anson Green. During most of the day we travelled on my own circuit, but spent the night at Mr. Cryderman’s, three miles west of Bowmanville. On Wednesday evening we reached York, after a long and wearisome journey through a beauti- ful country, the most of which had never been subdued by the woodman’s axe. For nine miles we neither saw house nor clearing ; but the monotony of the journey was some- what relieved by the novelty of having divine service on horseback. Mr. Case proposed that we should each preach a sermon. The proposal, to me, was a strange one, but I soon became reconciled by the thought that Jesus, our great exemplar, preached to two disciples on their way to Emmaus. Mr. Case led off with, “ As you go, preach .” He told us what the Gospel was, and how and when we were to preach it. Next, in course of seniority, came Mr. Chamberlain with, u And hath raised us up together .” He showed the connexional and apostolical nature of Methodism. Many
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circuits, but one field. Many laborers, but all raised up together to cultivate this field in harmony. Then came Mr. Smith with, “ Be perfect .” He defined and described Chris- tian perfection, and its importance to ministers and mem- bers. It gave to the Apostles their power, to Wesley his success, to our fathers their triumphs ; and, if all were per- fect, it would soon give to the Church a world redeemed. Then came Mr. Healy with his clear, sweet voice, saying, “ And this will we do if God permit .” Mr. Metcalf pleaded illness and was excused. I asked to be be excused also, on account of youth and inexperience ; but Mr. Case replied, “ There is no release in this war.” His word was law, and I gave out, “ Be thou faithful unto death , and I will give thee a crown of life." I described the work to be done, the manner and time of doing it, and the reward promised. While we are to be faithful as believers, as stewards, and as teachers, we do it as our life-work, in all places, at all times, under all circumstances, and unto death. The leward a crown, with more or less stars, as we are more or less faithful. All agreed that the texts could not have been better suited, to the occasion, nor the discourses more har- monious, as a series, if the whole had been pre-arranged.
The Town of York, which we reached before dark, lies mostly between the river Don and the market, and contains, I should judge, about 1,500 inhabitants. On the 27th of April, 1813, the Americans took this place, but lost Col. Pike and two hundred soldiers by the explosion of a magazine. There are few buildings of note here. The Episcopalians have a small church on’ the corner of King and Church Streets, and we have a small one, forty feet square, a little out of town, on the corner of King and Jordan Streets. The Parliament House was burnt down last January, and the members meet now in the Hospital. But the tendency of the town is westward, and some of our
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brethren have erected houses on Bay street, near the Church. Thursday evening we reached Hannahs ville, in Nelson, and were entertained by Messrs. Hopkins and McCoy. On Friday we all dined with Father Keagey, a pious and liberal- hearted Dutchman, who was pleased to see so many ministers together. On Sunday morning, the 11th of September, we reached Davisville, the seat of our Indian Mission, on the Grand Biver. This was the happy goal to which we had been pushing all the week. We found a neat building of hewn logs, designed both for church and school-house, stand- ing in a pasture field, quite alone. There were some trees and many clumps of brushwood, evergreens, &c., all through the field, which made it picturesque and inviting. This house, the first Wesleyan Church built for Indians, was erected in 1824. Mr. Chamberlain and I stood several rods away from the house, but could see no human being save Mr. Case and the school teacher, who were standing near the chapel. We began to fear that there must be some mistake. It was drawing near nine o’clock, the hour appointed for love-feast, and not an Indian to be seen, nor a single wigwam in sight. The teacher then blew his horn, and suddenly, as if by enchantment, the place was full of human beings. They rose up from amidst the evergreens — men, women, and children — all cleanly in appearance, and hastened to the sanctuary. As they entered they knelt devoutly in secret prayer, and many of them were melted into tears before they arose. Mr. Case began the service, and these children of the forest sang with sweet accord, and listened with rapt attention to all that was said. It was a good day. The love-feast was lively ; not a moment lost ; upwards of one hundred converts were present, and about sixty children. We all spoke a word for their encourage- ment, and rejoiced and wept together. “ Happy are the people that are in such a case. Yea, happy is that people
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whose God is the Lord.” They expressed great pleasure at seeing so many “ black coats ” together ; a sight they never witnessed before. We were not only gratified with what we saw and heard, but highly delighted. Open vision puts doubt to flight, and we left, saying, “ Then, indeed, hath God granted repentance unto life to the Indians also.”
After service I rode home with the venerable Thomas Whitehead, to his residence in Burford, and the next day visited Mrs. Earle Martin, of Blenheim, who taught me to read when I was a child. Had a pleasant visit with an old friend, preached to the people, and then started for Confer- ence. As I passed through the village of Hamilton I was much pleased to see our new and beautiful church, erected in 1824, on King Street. The only church in the village, and second only to our church in Hallowell. At Stoney Creek I lodged with that excellent family, the Gages, the home of my friend Case. Our church here, with the fences and trees, all bear the marks of a battle which was fought in this place on the night of June 5th, 1813. The graves of twenty Canadians and many Americans, near the roadside, remind us of the cruelty of war. How peacefully and quietly these foemen now sleep, side by side, beneath this friendly sod ! “ The small and the great are there, and the
servant is free from his master.”
The Conference was held at the Fifty-mile Creek, Saltfleet. When I reached my lodging, at the house of G. Carpenter, Esq., I was told that my case had been called up, and I, with five others, had been received on trial. On Saturday, the 17th of September, the Conference adjourned to allow the Missionary Society to hold its first annual meeting. This meeting, being the first of the kind ever held in the Province, excited much attention, and was of great service ' to the good cause. Bishop Hedding was in the chair, and the principal speakers were : Wm. Case, Peter Jones (a
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Chippewa Chief), Thomas Davis (a Mohawk Chief), and the Hon. John Wilson, Speaker of the House of Assembly. I was interested and benefitted in all the proceedings, but in none so much as in the speech of Chief Davis. His appear- ance commands respect. Tall, straight, well built, with a high forehead and pleasant countenance, he appeared like a Grecian sage. He was dressed in a frock-coat, with a red military sash round his waist ; gentlemanly in his bearings, and forcible in his elocution, he at once commanded atten- tion. For twenty minutes he held the assembly in silent awe, but with tearful eyes. I could understand but one word he used, that was Jesus ; that precious name which is the same in all languages, and by which the Lord saves his people from their sins. Still there seemed to be a telegraph between his soul and mine which told of salvation and heaven. There appeared to be language and power in his gestures which demonstrated his earnestness, and drew tears from my eyes. The design was accomplished : the Confer- ence was thoroughly imbued with a missionary spirit, and we resolved to labour more diligently for the salvation of these tribes. Some difficulty between Messrs. Madden and Ryan, made the Conference a long and tedious one. But on Friday morning the exciting moment came. The appoint- ments, then read by the Bishop, had been kept a profound secret with Hedding, Case, and Madden. When the good Bishop read, “ Hallowell — Franklin Metcalf, Anson Green/’ we were both delighted, and exchanged a friendly smile of congratulation. Poor Bro. Belton looked anxious ! Name after name was read until the last circuit was mentioned. He looked as though he had been entirely forgotten, when the Bishop read out distinctly, “ Sambel Belton, Missionary to the newly-settled townships between the Mississippi and Grand River.” Poor fellow ! he fairly whistled out his dis- approbation, to the amusement of the entire Conference.
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He scarcely knew which way to go to find his mission. I could not have been better pleased. I was going home, where I knew a warm reception and much kindness awaited me. Mr. Chamberlain came and congratulated me upon going to the best circuit in the Province. We rode over to Nelson that evening, and the next day to York. But Mr. Bissel and I were sent nine miles up Yonge Street, where he preached in Cumer’s Church on Sabbath morning, and I in a log school-house in Eglington in the evening. We lodged with Mr. Grafton’s excellent family, and reached town on Monday morning in time to learn that our comrades had gone on and left us.
Hallowell Circuit. — Although taken on trial at this Conference, my judgment told me that Cazenovia was my appropriate place. I thirsted for classical lore, and anxiously desired a more thorough mental training than any which I saw before me in this new country ; but Mr. Case, who had great control over my movements, desired me to take a circuit for the present, and he would try to arrange for me in the future. I submitted my judgment to the will of one whom I loved and respected. I had made no request con- cerning my field of labour, but if I had been asked to choose I would have selected Hallowell Circuit, and Bro. Metcalf for my superintendent. I had obtained the plan of our circuit on my way down ; and on Friday night, the last night on my old circuit, I occupied the same room with Mr. Biggar’s family, which I occupied the first night I slept on that circuit. The Carrying-Place formed the dividing line between my old and new field of labour ; hence, on Satur- day morning, I was on my new circuit, and on Sunday, the 2nd of October, I commenced my work at Pleasant Bay, taking Consecon in the evening. Consecon is a small village of about sixty or seventy inhabitants. It is situated on a small inlet of the lake, and has a store, a grocery, a school- 4
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house, &c. On Monday, preached in Bro. Dempsy’s house on the south shore of the Bay of Quinte. I found a lively little class of Dutchmen here, who interested me much by relating reminiscences of past days. On one occasion an ambitious young man was teasing his Superintendent for license to preach, and he gave him a trial in this place. But when the young aspirant read his text from 2 Peter 2:1, for heresies, he substituted hearsays, and dwelt largely upon the damnable “ hearsays ” of the day ! The minister was not only mortified but amused, and after service he told Mr. H. that he was not aware that there was such a text in the Bible as the one he read ; and asked him to find it and read it to him again. He turned to the verse, but had to read it three times before he discovered his mistake. The minister cautioned him about reading the Scriptures care- lessly, and was not soon asked for license again from that quarter.
On the 4th I rode to Mr. Redner’s and preached in his own house. On the 5th, in a school-house on Missasauga Point. Thursday in Bro. Snider’s house. On Friday rode twelve miles to Demorestville, fasting until tea-time. This place is generally called Sodom, it being headquarters for lumbermen, who rush out of the surrounding forests now and again, to have what they call a high-day here. But there are more than ten righteous persons in it, and we have given the village a new name. G-. Demorest, Esq., the father of one of our ministers, has mills here, and he has built us a small church with gallery, which is a great blessing to the village, and we have given it his name. There may be 150 or 200 inhabitants in the place, and they are principally dependent on us for the gospel. After preaching and leading class I rode ten miles, to Mr. Potter’s, on the High Shore, and preached in the evening. On Tues- day, the 11th, at Bro. Rykemeyr’s house. We have an
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excellent class here, led by good old Bro. Allison ; but he is weak, and his son Cyrus often takes his place. Wednesday, at the house of my old friend Daniel Gilbert ; a good class, full of life and peace. Many of them attribute their con- version to my feeble efforts, more than a year ago, when we. spent several successive evenings in praying, singing, and exhorting together. It is very encouraging now to meet lambs in this fold who were thus brought to God.
Sunday, the 16th. In the old church at Conger’s Mills. This was the principal church on the circuit before the one in the village was erected, five years ago ; but a more awkwardly-arranged house for worship I do not wish to see. It has three galleries, but the floors in them are level, and only seated with rough plank or loose boards. They are much too high, and being level, the pulpit has to be stuck up towards the moon in order to see the people in them. The doorway is on one side, and the pulpit stands opposite to it on the other side, with a good sounding board over it. It is a great mistake to build galleries and pulpits, in churches, too high ; it compels the speaker to breathe the fumes and fetid breath of the congregation, while, at the same time, if he stands erect — as he always should, in order to give his lungs and speaking organs full play — he can scarcely see the people in the church below him. Much better to elevate the rear of the church and gallery floors, and give the speaker an opportunity to look gracefully around and above him. I seldom enter these awkward elevations, choosing rather to speak from the chancel. But the assembly was large to-day, and I had to stand in the pulpit to see those in the gallery. In the evening, preached at Hallo well Church, from Chronicles 28 : 9. On Monday preached at Mineker’s, in the 5th Town. A fine family this, and a good home. Tuesday at Bro. Green’s, on the Rock. Wednesday at Rose’s or Wright’s, below the Rock,
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in the fifth town. Thursday, in our church, South Bay. A good class-meeting, and a comfortable home with Andrew Mineker, Esq. Friday, at Greenbush. In all these places I led class after preaching. Sunday, 23. Preached in our commodious church in town in the morning, and at Bro. J. P. Williams’ in the evening. A grand rally at both these services ; but the most joyous and thrilling was that in the evening. Bro. and sister Williams — just as good as ever — insist upon my making their comfortable house my home again, as in former times. It is a great privilege to us, who have no homes of our own, to find such dear and loving friends who are both able and willing to take poor homeless wanderers to their houses and their hearts. When this benevolent lovingkindness of Church friends ceases, the itinerancy will either be greatly contracted and weakened, or entirely destroyed. The young converts appear to be steadfast, faithful, happy. . Our class-meeting reminded me of former days and seasons in this place. Tuesday at Mr. Morgan’s. Wednesday at Soup Harbour. Thursday at Striker’s school-house. Friday at Mr. Carrman’s, and Sa- turday at Mr. German’s house, in the seventh town.
I have now been round the circuit, and find it in a healthy state. My work not as hard as last year. Then I had thirty-three appointments every four weeks ; here but twenty-six, counting Hallowell for two, where we preach every Sabbath. Our circuit takes in the whole peninsula, and is entirely surrounded by water, save the two miles on the Carrying Place. It is a very pleasant circuit, and my first round has been a joyous ovation. We have four churches, several school-houses, and a large number of pri- vate houses, where we officiate. But the best of all is, God is with us.
I kept on in the even tenor of my way until the 28th of December, when I was taken down with a severe attack of
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intermittent fever, which made me a prisoner for several days. I was fortunate in falling into good hands. Mother Rykemeyer, a good old saint, nursed me with tender care, until I was able to ride to Hallowell. May the Lord re- ward this kind family for more than a cup of cold water, given in the name of a disciple. How far my rigorous fasting contributed to bring on this weakness, I cannot say. My custom was to eat nothing from Thursday evening until Friday evening ; but my physician, and other friends, ad- vised me to abridge this practice, especially on those days when I had long rides or heavy service. I found that fasting strengthened my power of self-denial, increased my sympathy for the poor who wanted bread, and made me more thankful for the comforts of life; while it also increased my veneration for God and my relish for divine things. Fasting, at times, is also good for the body. Christ fasted, but did not require it of his disciples to the same extent. Yet he says: “The bridegroom will be taken away from you, and then shall ye fast in those days .” I was happy during my illness, feeling that I was ripening for paradise — “ Where everlasting spring abides and never withering flowers.”
I resumed my work again, after a little, until spring, when the ague attacked me in a distressing manner. Every other day I shook and shivered, finding it impossible to keep warm, and then was soon so scorched with fever, that it was equally impossible to keep cool. This is a mean, drivelling disease, which almost forces a man to despise himself. In April Mr. Case allowed Mr. Allison to take my circuit for the remainder of the year, and I studied, as I was able, with a classical tutor, who had taught a Grammar School in the west, and who was of great service to me.
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Maitland.* We have now three or four hundred inhabi- tants, with two ministers, one church, two doctors, two lawyers, three stores, etc. ; and we asked for and received this short, historic name for our village.
June 15. — A Successful Camp-Meeting commenced to-day in Adolphustown, and I had strength to walk down to it. Mr. Case kindly offered me alternate rides upon his horse, but I could not brook the idea of seeing my Presiding Elder on foot, while I occupied his saddle. I chose rather to be independent; but I nearly fainted by the way. We had a new element at this meeting which added much to the interest of the occasion. A large fleet of Indians was seen coming towards us on the Bay. When they landed, each Indian took a bark canoe upon his head, while the women took their kettles and children and marched towards the camp. We looked on with admiration, but our pleasure was much increased when they laid down their burdens and reverently kneeled upon the sod to implore the divine blessing. This was so unlike the conduct which these people had manifested, as we had seen them on our streets and in our forests in their former state, that we instinctively cried, “ This is the Lord’s doing, and it is marvellous in our eyes.” Before the meeting closed, every Indian on the ground was hopefully converted. Twenty-one of them and ten children were baptized on Monday. Peter Jacobs, an interesting
* Ebenezer Washburn, Esq., the father of the Hon. Simeon Washburn, was one of the earliest settlers in Hallowell. and he informed me that when he forwarded the request for a change of name to the Governor, Sir Peregrine Maitland, whose wife was of the family of Sir Thomas Picton, who fell on the field of Waterloo, he remarked that “we have a great respect for the ladies, and have, therefore, selected this beautiful name in honour of Lady Maitland.” He also says that the first arrangements for building our church was made in 1818 ; but the house was not completed until 1820.
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youth whom we had sent to school at Belleville, was brought in here. He had been mourning and weeping all the week, but on Monday morning we saw his countenance was greatly changed from sadness and gloom to cheerfulness and joy. One said to him, “Well, Peter, how do you feel now?” With a pleasant smile he looked. up and answered, “Oil feel happy as I can jump up.” Before, when we asked him concerning his feelings, he replied, “O! my heart sick, very sick.” Now he is well. This meeting was one of much joy and Christian triumph. Nearly 100 souls professed a change of heart, and went home new creatures in Christ Jesus. While in this vicinity, I visited and spoke in our old sanc- tuary. I felt a desire to see the first church built in Canada, where Losee and Dunham, Woolsey and Coleman, An sen and Wooster, Sawyer, Keeler, and Jewell had preached before I was born. The very thought of standing where these holy apostolic men had stood, to point sinners to the Lamb of God, was inspiring. The house is 30 by 36, with a gallery ; is painted blue on the inside, and is rather a blue- looking affair altogether. But it is a memorable spot, and I was greatly blessed while speaking in it. The place is hallowed by many pleasing recollections of primitive times and gospel triumphs. I almost fancied I could witness the scene of the first quarterly meeting, after the arrival of Wooster, acted over again. The divine power on that occa- sion came down on the brethren in their Saturday evening prayer-meeting, and many were thrown as dead men upon the floor. At this crisis, in came Dr. Dunham, who, on looking around him, was amazed, and never having wit- nessed such a pentecostal scene before, began to cry, “Wild fire ! confusion ! please be quiet ! ” But the holy and seraphic Wooster, with his head bowed to his knees, was praying in low accents, breathed out to God, “ Lord, bless Brother Dunham, Lord, bless Brother Dunham ; ” and his
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prayer was heard ; for soon the Doctor fell to the floor him- self, drunk with pentecostal wine, and he found, to his joy, that the fire was burning to the consumption of his own sins. (See Dr. Bangs’ History.) I love to linger here and \ meditate upon these days of primitive simplicity : battles bravely fought and victories gloriously won. Noble men of God, who commenced the blessed work in those days of peril and sacrifice, how I love and revere their memory !
Sabbath Schools. — We have done something towards introducing Sunday-schools on our circuit, but these schools are few and far between. I endeavoured to supply this lack at our country appointments, by leaving catechisms with the children of those families I visit, and then catechising the children at their own homes, as time and opportunity offered. I was delighted to see the alacrity with which the dear children prepared for and relished my visits, and the readiness with which many of them answered the questions. The dear lambs, I love to feed them. Some of them have gained much scriptural knowledge of gospel doctrines by answering these questions ; besides which, they feel an additional interest in the preachers and their work. The parents, also, have been greatly benefitted by thus helping their children. This is one way of doing good which has a pleasing reflex influence upon my own mind and heart. Our little children may one day become the husbands and the wives of Canada, and happy will they then be if they are prepared to take high and useful positions in our Zion.
In many of the congregations I have preached on the subject of Sunday-schools, and the charms of youthful piety.
But the path of a clergyman is strown with contrarieties.
I have just witnessed an exhibition of female depravity and unmitigated hypocrisy which shocked me much. We had very few beggars in HallowellT Work was plenty and provisions cheap, hence any one who is frugal, industrious,
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and healthy might obtain a comfortable living ; it is, there- fore, not only a duty, but a delight, when Providence does throw a poor person upon our hands, to contribute to his relief. This day, while in the store of James Dougall, Esq., a miserable-looking creature entered, asking alms. I put my hand in my pocket and took what change I had there, and then asked several persons present to supplement it, and I handed the poor creature about three dollars, advising her to make good use of it. During the twilight of that evening I was walking up street, when I saw a woman lying in the corner of the fence, apparently dead, with an empty jug by her side ! But what was my morti- fication to find that the disgusting object before me was the woman I had assisted, now lying upon the ground in a state of helpless intoxication ! She was the first woman I had ever seen drunk, and the sight was more than sickening. I turned away with disgust, saying, is this the fruit of my charity 1 I gave my money with the purest motive, but it has been prostituted to the vilest purpose. It is bad enough for men to get drunk, but for a woman so far to forget her womanly nature as to lie drunk upon the street, is worse than pitiable, it is absolutely outrageous. But the thought that she was drunk with the use of my money will make me more cautious in future.
My Colleague. — I found in Brother Metcalf all that I had anticipated — a faithful friend, an interesting companion, an excellent and finished preacher, and an admirable col- league. To my mind he was the model preacher of the Connexion. Deep in Christian experience, pastoral in his habits, neat, but not fine, in his dress, commanding in personal appearance, and gentlemanly in his intercourse with society ; he was well calculated to do good and to gain esteem. But if, to those elements of influence, we add a sound and discriminating judgment, a logical mind well *4
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stored with thoughts and facts, a remarkably clear and methodical way of arranging his subjects, and of presenting truth to his congregations ; always backed up with Scrip- tural proofs, and delivered not in pompous strains of oratory, but in forcible language of simple eloquence, we will then have a tolerably correct idea of Metcalfs distinguishing characteristics. His voice was not very loud, but it was melodious, and he could give utterance to every word and syllable in a manner very agreeable. It was a luxury to hear him, and we often rode miles to hear each other on week-day evenings. His sermons cost him much time and thought ; but, when delivered, there was a completeness of style, illustration, and arrangement, connected with earnest devotion and practical godliness, which made them not only acceptable and useful, but highly popular. Never did col- leagues work together with more harmony and mutual affection. He was one of nature’s noblemen, and a mutual and warm friendship was formed which was never, for a single moment, interrupted in after life. We had a happy year together, but still, we often took opposite views in debate.
On one occasion, when asked to dine with our Presiding Elder, and other friends, at Mr. Nannie's, the conversation at table turned upon different points of doctrine, when sud- denly Bro. M. exclaimed : “ Why, Bro. Green, I heard you preach anti-Methodistic doctrine at our Quarterly Meeting at South Bay ! You advanced views directly opposed to Dr. Clarke, when you asserted that Christ is the eternal Son of God.” 0, indeed, said I, nothing was farther from my in- tention than to preach heresy ; but are you quite sure that Dr. Clarke, with all his learning, is the end of controversy on this subject1? I happen to own the notes of another commentator whose doctrines we usually consider orthodox, at least, who takes a different view from the Dr. on this
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subject — that is, John Wesley himself — and you will hardly accuse him of preaching anti-Methodistical doctrines. Be- sides which, if I am in error, I am in good company, for Wesley, Benson, Coke, and Watson, are on my side. I must, therefore, watch your preaching a little more narrowly to see if you are not the heretic instead of Bro. Green. It was not an easy matter to cope with Mr. Metcalf, and Mr. Case laughed heartily, saying, “ I think we shall have to pronounce Mr. Green orthodox, at least as long as he has Wesley and Benson on his side, for Bishop George says Benson’s Commentary is the best in use, at least for ordin- ary readers.”
Error Ably Rebuked. — The Rev. John Strachan, D.IX, of York, the soul and front of the Family Compact, seeing the growth of our Church, and the influence which the Con- ference was likely to give her, began to cast about in his mind’s eye how he could enervate her strength, and advance the interests of his own cause. An opportunity seemed to occur on the demise of Bishop Mountain. He therefore preached and published what he called a funeral sermon, which reflected severely against us. This sermon was ably reviewed in the columns of the Colonial Advocate , in a com- munication over the signature of “ A Methodist Preacher.” Mr. Metcalf and I took the paper into a field where we sat down on the grass to read. As we read we admired, and as we admired we rejoiced ; then thanked God and speculated as to the author, little suspecting that it was a young man who had been received on trial with me at the late Confer- ence. We read again, and then devoutly thanked God for having put it into the heart of some one to defend, the Church, publicly, against such mischievous statements, and give the world the benefit of the facts in the case. The reviewer proved to be Mr. Egerton Ryerson, then on Yonge
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Street Circuit. This was the commencement of the war for religious liberty.
The Conference of 1826 met in Hamilton Church, back of Cobourg. I had lost much time from my studies by preaching funeral sermons, visiting the sick, and preaching in the principal places in our work, and preferred remaining with my books to leaving them for Conference, where I had no duties to perform. Mr. Merril, my teacher, was a good classical scholar, and helped me much ; but I knew that when Conference ended my dispensation ceased, and accord- ingly I hastened to arrange for my departure. Bro. Metcalf and I desired to labour together again. But when the appointments were made, he went to Augusta, more than a hundred miles to the east, and I to Ancaster, more than a hundred miles to the west. That is the way this powerful wheel of itinerancy whirls men around, hither and thither, all over the country.
Ancaster Circuit. — September, the 10th. Having ex- changed my beautiful but stumbling horse for a good roadster, I shipped my trunk for York, mounted my Nancy, and started for my new field of labour. At Cobourg I was fortunate enough to fall in with Bro. Black, who was appointed to a circuit next to mine, and we rode on together. He is good company, very gentlemanly, original, and full of wit. He amused me much. At the foot of a long hill, I, as my custom was, dismounted in order to rest both myself and horse. But Bro. Black looked wistfully up the hill, and then leaned down on his horse’s neck, saying, “ Come? Bob, you must carry me up this hill, I got you for that very purpose.” On the 14th of September we parted about fourteen miles west of York, where he turned up north, and I hastened over the Credit, where my circuit commenced, and rested at the house of Mr. Teater. On Sunday I preached in Munn’s school-house, east of the Sixteen-mile
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Creek, and at Palermo. On Monday, the 18th, at Mr. Joseph Bowes’, six miles north of Palermo. Bro. B. is a merchant, living and trading in a small house, in which I preached. He is an intelligent man, has a good wife, and a warm heart, On Tuesday at the widow Harrison’s in the morning, and at the house of Mr. James Coates, in the even- ing. When I reached this latter place I found but one house in a small clearing, and wondered where my congregation was coming from. Darkness came on and I walked out to meditate. Soon I saw lights glimmering in the woods, and then, as if the plan had been laid in concert to make the imposing scene more enchanting, I saw beautiful hickory bark torches blazing in every direction, literally lighting up the forest with their cheering rays. As the woods grew brighter, my heart grew lighter, and I thought such people deserved a good sermon. I told them of the crucifixion and of the triumphs of the cross. This is an excellent family, well-read, and intelligent. Our class was lively. The eldest daughter is now the wife of Dr. Wilmott, of Toronto. On Wednesday I left the lowlands of Nelson and preached at a Mr. Cuntriman’s, on the top of the mountain, a small congregation and a small log-house. Went down to Mr. Butt’s, on the road to Guelph, to preach in the evening ; no appointment had been given out, and I rode to Dundas Street, and found a comfortable home with Mr. Moses Mc- Coy and his family. I had first visited this family, on the 14th of the month, to get a list of appointments, and had been introduced tc a young lady who impressed me not a little with her graceful bearing and personal charms ; but I missed her bright and sunny face now, and could scarcely tell why her absence seemed to make such a void in the household. But my circuit work called me to duty, and I hastened away to see.
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mountain on Dundas Street, on the top of which, in a miser- able old log-house, I found the Rev. Joseph Gatchel, my colleague. His wife, an intelligent, good-looking woman, was the sister of the Rev. Dr. Bangs, and I felt mortified to find her in such a miserable hut. T strongly urged Mr. G. to leave this old shed at once, and get a house more in keeping with his position ; but his habits were formed, and a good house was not easily obtained. Indeed, I had preached all the week in log-houses. We have a charming prospect, and commanding view from this hill, and I could easily imagine why Mr. Galt, of the Canada Company, had selected a site for a residence, and made a garden here, thinking of making it his permanent abode. From this eminence the eye stretches away over hill and vale and lake, and down the street to the Credit, over two townships, but the street,* which was designed to be perfectly straight, has an unpleasant bend, caused, it is supposed, by some mineral substance near the lake which attracted the surveyor’s needle. Canada is a magnificent country, both for the rich and the poor, and only needs to be cleared up and improved under the direction of intelligent and industrious farmers, mechanics, and others, to make it exceedingly attractive. But it is generally very level near its vast lakes ; hence, such a beautiful landscape view as this is very rare and very attractive. In no part of my travels have I found a spot which commands a view of such a large tract of rich and beautiful farming Jands as that which is now spread out in panoramic charms before me. September 24th. At Palermo, 1 Thess. 2 : 22. Here we have a small church without gallery, but well filled. The class is lively. Bro. Hagar is
* Dundas Street is the main road through this part of the coun- try. It reaches from Toronto far off west. It was named after 'the Right Honorable Henry Dundas, Viscount Melville, Secretary of War, &c., who died in 181 L
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the leader, and he “ stirs them up as an eagle stirreth up her nest.”
At Hannahsville, at 4 o’clock, 1 Cor. 2 : 2. This is a small village on Dundas Street, with one church, a school- house, two stores, Post Office, hotel, &c. Its inhabitants, I learn, have given it this name in honour of Mrs. Hopkins, a principal lady in the place. Here I met the Rev. David Culp, a local minister, living on the mountain to the west. They have a good Sabbath-school, managed by C. Hopkins, Esq., which is doing much good ; and I have promised to preach them a sermon some of these days. On Monday at Mr. Shaver’s, near the Grand River swamp, in Ancaster. A small affair. Tuesday at Glandford" school-house. A goodly company in the congregation, and a lively class. Wednesday at Mr. Taylor’s house in Barton, a small assembly, but a comfortable stopping-place.
On Wednesday, the 27th of September, I was twenty-five years old ; a period in my earthly pilgrimage at which I may well pause and reflect. More than one-third of the period allotted to mortals has already passed away, and a brief retrospection suggests many improvements for the future : — dangers to be avoided, moments to be improved, and victories to be achieved. The future appears bright and hopeful. Still, I must not close my eyes to the fact that it will, probably, bring an increase of care and responsi- bility. I am forcibly reminded by this date, that when I was a lad of some fifteen summers, one of my brothers dis- pleased his father by choosing a partner for life when but nineteen years old ; and on that occasion my venerable father said, “ He desired none of his sons to marry until twenty-five years of age, and then, all things being equal, the sooner the better.” I then settled in my mind that I would take no steps in that direction until I reached that age; and I have strictly adhered to that opinion. But,
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now, if my father were here, I think he would say, “ The sooner the better.” But I must not be hasty nor rash in a matter of so much importance to me and to the Church of God. Many have dashed their brightest hopes on this rock. They have married in haste, to regret it at leisure. Some of our own ministers have grieved and mortified our people, and marred their own influence and happiness for life, by following a childish fancy instead of consulting their judg- ments as well as their impulses. If “love is blind,” I must be careful to consult my best judgment before it draws the pellicle over my eyes. Let me see. She should be of a good and respectable family, or she would add noth- ing to my influence.' Intelligent, or she could not aid me in my great work. Good-looking, or she would not arouse my fancy. Affectionate, or she would not respond to my love. She must also be neat and cleanly in her person and attire, or she would excite my disgust instead of my admi- ration. Lady-like in her bearing, or she could not command an influence over, and be an example to the best members of the Church. Sympathetic, or she would not look after the poor and afflicted members of the Lord’s household. But, above all, she must be pious, or she would not cheer me on in my work, and aid me in saving souls. There are other qualities which I might desire, but let me see all these blended in one charming, lovely woman, and then I shall let my heart have full play in that direction.
September 28th, I preached in Mud Street, above Stoney Creek ; prospects here not very flattering. On Sunday, October 1st, in Hamilton, on singleness of purpose : “ Bor I was determined not to know anything among you save Jesus Christ and him crucified.” Hamilton is a beautiful little town, and under the impetus which the canal just cut through the beach has given it, is growing finely. Our Church is the only one in the place, and for convenience,
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capacity, and comfort, is second to none except the one in Picton. I have a good home with Bro. David Springer, but his excellent father, Bichard Springer, Esq., is the patriarch of the place, and the leader of the class in which ail the members in town meet. He was the first person known to have been converted in this vicinity. He gave me the story of his conversion, which exhibits something of the spirit of the times. Learning that there was to be preaching at Stoney Creek, six miles to the east of him, he walked down to get sight of a minister, a privilege which he had never enjoyed in his own township. After preaching, the minister conversed with him concerning his soul’s salvation, and strongly advised him to commence family worship, which he promised to do. After tea, that evening, he told his wife that he was going to commence prayer in their family. At this she was amazed, and laughed him to scorn ; but when he assured her that he must do it, for he had promised the minister to commence that night, she rallied him most pro- fusely. Still he took down his old German Bible, rubbed the dust from its cover, and reverently read a portion of that sacred book, and then kneeled before the Lord. But, oh ! the agony of soul which overwhelmed him. He had never prayed in his life, nor could he think of a single word to say. He remembered, however, that the preacher had said something about the fire which God sent down upon Elijah’s altar, and he cried out, “ O Got, send down fire and purn dis world up ! ” His wife was frightened and ran outdoors to see if the prayer would be answered. But, then and there, God did apply a live coal to his lips, and his “ iniquity was taken away, and his sin purged.” This was probably the first family prayer ever offered in Barton, and it produced immediate and lasting fruit.
October 2nd. — At Dundas. A growing village nestling between the hills at the head of the Burlington Bay. It
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contains, at least, as many people as Hamilton ; but we have only a small interest here. I lodged and preached in the house of Squire Hare, whose wife is one of the excellent of the earth. Tuesday at Mr. Pearson’s, near the parsonage. On Saturday at John Green’s, in West Flamboro’. Walter Symons is the leader, and I spent the night with him. Sunday morning at Bowman’s church, Ancaster. An old church here without galleries ; but we had about four hun- dred people present. This church and society — the oldest in these parts — has given name to the circuit. It is the battle-ground of many a struggle where grand victories have been achieved over sin and error. The country around is charming. It is said to be the best wheat-growing town- ship in the province, and is well cultivated. The inhabi- tance are mostly Germans and Hollanders, for whom Meth- odism has done much. My host, good old Peter Bowman, and George Smith, the admirable leader, have been, and still are, extensively useful. They were among the first converts in these parts. In the afternoon I preached at Cumming’s chapel, on the mountain, in East Flamboro’. A good class, with Joseph Hopkins for the leader. Tuesday at Davis’s school-house on the Plains. Wednesday at Bro. Isaac VanNorman’s house, on the Middle Hoad, Nelson. Bro. Yan is a pious, faithful, and useful leader. Thursday at Mahlon Bray’s, Lake Shore. Friday at Hare’s. Satur- day at Bradley’s. Sunday at Greenis’ red school-house in Toronto ; and at Munn’s, Dundas Street, in the afternoon.
During this round I received the Christian Advocate , which made its first appearance on the 9th of September. It is published by the Book Concern in New York, and is the first religious paper published by the Connexion. I read portions of it in my congregations, and obtained quite