History of the M.E. Church, Vol. IV - Media Sabda Org

History of the M.E. Church, Vol. IV - Media Sabda Org History of the M.E. Church, Vol. IV - Media Sabda Org

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enevolence and intelligence, and a voice of singular melody, which procured for him the title of "the sweet singer of the South Carolina Conference." He was an instructive and, sometimes, a powerful preacher; especially at camp-meetings, where the charm of his voice and the ardor of his temperament gave him an extraordinary control of the largest congregations. He was singularly [7] gifted and effective in prayer. "Prayer was his vital breath," says one of his intimate friends. His deep piety impressed all who knew him. He had also "a rich fund of choice humor." He was greatly successful as a presiding elder, by the prudence of his counsel, and the quickening influence of his preaching and example over his vast district. In fine, William M. Kennedy was one of the most effective founders of Methodism in the further south at this early and critical period. One of the most memorable evangelists of the southern itinerancy, a man of real and rare genius, appeared in the same year with Kennedy. James Russell was born in Mecklenburgh County, N. C., about 1786. Early left an orphan, poor and untrained, he had to learn to read after he joined the South Carolina Conference in 1805. He had been refused license to exhort because of his ignorance, but his surpassing natural powers at last bore him above all opposition. He carried his spelling-book with him along his circuit, seeking assistance in its lessons even from the children of the families where he lodged. If the state of society in the far south at this early time would allow such a fact to detract from the ministerial character of ordinary men, it could not with him, for his extraordinary power in the pulpit armed him with a supreme authority. He was capable of the highest natural oratory, striking with awe or melting with pathos his crowded auditories. His self-culture advanced rapidly. He became a good English scholar, and a man of refined taste, commanding the admiration of the most intelligent as well as the most illiterate among his hearers, and "standing," says a bishop of his Church, "prominent among such men as Hope Hull, George Dougharty, John Collinsworth, and Lewis Myers. He was one of the. Fathers of the Southern Methodist Church, and famous in three states as among the most eloquent and powerful preachers of his time. Of medium height, thin, his face seamed with wrinkles, his lips compressed and colorless, and his brow overhung apparently with care, (the latter years of his life having been unfortunate through pecuniary embarrassment,) when he rose in the pulpit the enthusiasm of youth seemed to awake, and the flash of his eye and the ring of his percussive voice, and the animation and ease of his manner, all told you that no ordinary man was before you. In addition to a deep personal piety, he possessed the genius of the pulpit orator. He could move a multitude of five thousand hearers at a camp-meeting with the ease of one born to command, and with the momentum of a landslide." [8] In person he was interesting; his form was perfectly symmetrical, his head well developed, his eyes blue but keen, hair black, nose Roman, mouth finely chiseled, voice wonderfully musical. Hard necessity compelled him to locate in 1815; he entered into business, and was overwhelmed by misfortunes, under which he suffered till his death in 1825. His Christian character remained unimpeached through all his troubles, and death was a liberation to him. "Before next Sabbath," he exclaimed, "I shall be in paradise;" and his hope was not disappointed. President Olin, who heard him with delight, says: "He was the prey of fatal disease; and a weight of misfortune, such as rarely falls to the lot of mortals, had bowed down his spirit. Whenever I expressed what I always felt -- the highest admiration of his original genius and irresistibly powerful preaching, I could perceive sadness gathering upon the brow of the old Methodists as they exclaimed, 'Ah, poor Brother Russell! he preaches well, very well, and it is long since I heard such a sermon before. But he is no longer what he used to be. You should have heard him fifteen years ago.' It is certain that the preaching of

Russell, fallen as he was from the strength of his manhood, made an impression upon me such as has seldom been produced by another. Perhaps he had lost something from the vigor of his action, and the pathos of his exhortation. The vividness and the luxuriance of his imagination might have been withered in the furnace of suffering; but the strong distinguishing features of his original mind, his shrewdness of perception, his urgency of argument, his inimitable aptness of illustration, his powers of rapid and novel combination, were unimpaired. He abounded in metaphors, and no man made a better use of them. Nothing could exceed the efficiency or the simplicity of his rhetorical machinery. The aptness and force of his metaphors always atoned for their occasional meanness. Their effect upon the congregation was often like that of successive shocks of electricity. If he was powerful as a preacher he was mighty as an intercessor. Indeed it was in the closet that the holy flame of his devotion was kindled. The trophies of pardoning love were multiplied around him. God gave to his prayers and his preaching a degree of success seldom witnessed since the time of the apostles. Several thousand souls were given to him, within the South Carolina Conference, as the seals of his ministry, and the crown of his eternal rejoicing." Lovick Pierce and his brother, Reddick Pierce, entered the itinerancy in the same year with Russell and Kennedy. The former still lives a representative of Southern Methodism after more than sixty years of labors and sufferings for it; a man of the soundest faculties, of unflagging energy, wise in counsel, powerful in the pulpit, and of hardly paralleled public services, which, however, have yet had no such record as would admit of their just historic appreciation. In 1799 Methodist preachers on the old Edisto Circuit extended their travels to the obscure locality (on Tinker's Creek) in South Carolina, where the two brothers were growing up with hardly any opportunities of religious [9] improvement. Their father "despised the Methodists with bitterness," but the itinerants were welcomed by some of his neighbors. The two youths obtained his permission to attend one of their meetings, at which James Jenkins preached. "This," Lovick Pierce writes, was the first time we ever heard the gospel preached with the Holy Ghost sent down from heaven, and that day we both resolved to lead a new life; then and there we commenced our life of prayer." In 1801 they joined the Church, and within three weeks all the family, who were old enough, were enrolled in it. The next year a Methodist chapel was erected near their house; both brothers began to exhort, and in December of 1804 both were received into the Conference at Charleston. Reddick Pierce was one of the purest of men, and his word was in prevailing power. "In those days, writes his brother, "in all that country around us in which my brother had done all his frolicking, I never knew him to make an ineffectual effort. I myself saw on one occasion, under one of his exhortations, eleven sinners fall from their seat -- from one seat -- to the ground, crying for mercy. And this was but a remarkable instance of a common occurrence, especially under his overwhelming appeals." Reddick Pierce died in 1860, after faithful services, which contributed greatly to the outspread of Methodism in South Carolina. Lovick Pierce as pastor, presiding elder, a leader in his Annual Conference, a representative in the General Conference, has hardly been surpassed in the South. He has led many a young hero into the ministerial ranks, and his early labors were honored by the conversion of one of the noblest martyrs of the itinerancy. Richmond Nolley was, by birth, a Virginian, but his parents removed with him early to Georgia, where he was soon left a poor and orphan boy. Captain Lucas, a Methodist of Sparta, Ga., gave him a home and employment. A camp-meeting, still famous in Georgia Methodist traditions, was held, near Sparta, in 1806, and attended by an immense crowd. It was impossible for

enevolence and intelligence, and a voice <strong>of</strong> singular melody, which procured for him <strong>the</strong> title <strong>of</strong><br />

"<strong>the</strong> sweet singer <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> South Carolina Conference." He was an instructive and, sometimes, a<br />

powerful preacher; especially at camp-meetings, where <strong>the</strong> charm <strong>of</strong> his voice and <strong>the</strong> ardor <strong>of</strong> his<br />

temperament gave him an extraordinary control <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> largest congregations. He was singularly<br />

[7]<br />

gifted and effective in prayer. "Prayer was his vital breath," says one <strong>of</strong> his intimate friends. His<br />

deep piety impressed all who knew him. He had also "a rich fund <strong>of</strong> choice humor." He was greatly<br />

successful as a presiding elder, by <strong>the</strong> prudence <strong>of</strong> his counsel, and <strong>the</strong> quickening influence <strong>of</strong> his<br />

preaching and example over his vast district. In fine, William M. Kennedy was one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> most<br />

effective founders <strong>of</strong> Methodism in <strong>the</strong> fur<strong>the</strong>r south at this early and critical period.<br />

One <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> most memorable evangelists <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sou<strong>the</strong>rn itinerancy, a man <strong>of</strong> real and rare genius,<br />

appeared in <strong>the</strong> same year with Kennedy. James Russell was born in Mecklenburgh County, N. C.,<br />

about 1786. Early left an orphan, poor and untrained, he had to learn to read after he joined <strong>the</strong> South<br />

Carolina Conference in 1805. He had been refused license to exhort because <strong>of</strong> his ignorance, but<br />

his surpassing natural powers at last bore him above all opposition. He carried his spelling-book with<br />

him along his circuit, seeking assistance in its lessons even from <strong>the</strong> children <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> families where<br />

he lodged. If <strong>the</strong> state <strong>of</strong> society in <strong>the</strong> far south at this early time would allow such a fact to detract<br />

from <strong>the</strong> ministerial character <strong>of</strong> ordinary men, it could not with him, for his extraordinary power<br />

in <strong>the</strong> pulpit armed him with a supreme authority. He was capable <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> highest natural oratory,<br />

striking with awe or melting with pathos his crowded auditories. His self-culture advanced rapidly.<br />

He became a good English scholar, and a man <strong>of</strong> refined taste, commanding <strong>the</strong> admiration <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

most intelligent as well as <strong>the</strong> most illiterate among his hearers, and "standing," says a bishop <strong>of</strong> his<br />

<strong>Church</strong>, "prominent among such men as Hope Hull, George Dougharty, John Collinsworth, and<br />

Lewis Myers. He was one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>. Fa<strong>the</strong>rs <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Sou<strong>the</strong>rn Methodist <strong>Church</strong>, and famous in three<br />

states as among <strong>the</strong> most eloquent and powerful preachers <strong>of</strong> his time. Of medium height, thin, his<br />

face seamed with wrinkles, his lips compressed and colorless, and his brow overhung apparently<br />

with care, (<strong>the</strong> latter years <strong>of</strong> his life having been unfortunate through pecuniary embarrassment,)<br />

when he rose in <strong>the</strong> pulpit <strong>the</strong> enthusiasm <strong>of</strong> youth seemed to awake, and <strong>the</strong> flash <strong>of</strong> his eye and <strong>the</strong><br />

ring <strong>of</strong> his percussive voice, and <strong>the</strong> animation and ease <strong>of</strong> his manner, all told you that no ordinary<br />

man was before you. In addition to a deep personal piety, he possessed <strong>the</strong> genius <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> pulpit<br />

orator. He could move a multitude <strong>of</strong> five thousand hearers at a camp-meeting with <strong>the</strong> ease <strong>of</strong> one<br />

born to command, and with <strong>the</strong> momentum <strong>of</strong> a landslide." [8]<br />

In person he was interesting; his form was perfectly symmetrical, his head well developed, his<br />

eyes blue but keen, hair black, nose Roman, mouth finely chiseled, voice wonderfully musical. Hard<br />

necessity compelled him to locate in 1815; he entered into business, and was overwhelmed by<br />

misfortunes, under which he suffered till his death in 1825. His Christian character remained<br />

unimpeached through all his troubles, and death was a liberation to him. "Before next Sabbath," he<br />

exclaimed, "I shall be in paradise;" and his hope was not disappointed. President Olin, who heard<br />

him with delight, says: "He was <strong>the</strong> prey <strong>of</strong> fatal disease; and a weight <strong>of</strong> misfortune, such as rarely<br />

falls to <strong>the</strong> lot <strong>of</strong> mortals, had bowed down his spirit. Whenever I expressed what I always felt -- <strong>the</strong><br />

highest admiration <strong>of</strong> his original genius and irresistibly powerful preaching, I could perceive<br />

sadness ga<strong>the</strong>ring upon <strong>the</strong> brow <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old Methodists as <strong>the</strong>y exclaimed, 'Ah, poor Bro<strong>the</strong>r Russell!<br />

he preaches well, very well, and it is long since I heard such a sermon before. But he is no longer<br />

what he used to be. You should have heard him fifteen years ago.' It is certain that <strong>the</strong> preaching <strong>of</strong>

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