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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In the remainder of the period Asbury, accompanied by Whatcoat, made repeated tours through the Eastern States, penetrating to the Interior of Maine. Their visits were high festivals to the young Churches, and the Conference sessions, especially, were jubilees. Lee also, in the summer of 1800, reentered the great field for the last time, except a hasty visit some eight years later. It was his general leave-taking. He passed through its whole extent into Canada, and back by the Hudson, preaching farewell sermons amid the benedictions and tears of the people. His fellow-laborers and fellow-sufferers in the itinerancy parted with him, from place to place, with the deepest feeling, as from a hero who had led them to victory, and had secured for them the hard-fought field. During this circuitous and rapid journey his preaching averaged more than one sermon a day; he was continually occupied also in social prayer and counsels with the societies. He now leaves New England to pursue his evangelic course, with unabated heroism, in other sections. The foundations of Methodism had been laid by him in all the Eastern States; a large Conference had been organized; chapels had sprung up; powerful ministry was moving to and fro, proclaiming the "great salvation through extended but organized circuits, and thousands of converts were recorded on the roll of the Church. A great work had been achieved, and a great man had left his stamp upon the ecclesiastical history of all New England. His name, until recently, has been but little noted beyond the pale of his own denomination; but his instrumentality is developing broader and broader results as time elapses, and the future ecclesiastical historian of these Eastern States will place him among the foremost men of their religious annals. The remaining four years were abundant in itinerant reinforcements; but most of them, with others heretofore omitted, will more conveniently come under notice in future parts of our narrative: Daniel Fidler, a laborer from Virginia and the Redstone country, to Nova Scotia, and at last a patriarch of the New Jersey Conference; Ebenezer F. Newhall, an apostle of those memorable times; Philip Munger and Asa Heath, veterans of Maine Conference; Asa Kent, a patriarch of Providence Conference, and indeed of all New England, still remembered by many for the sanctity of his life, his small stature, halting gait, wenned neck, and grave aspect, a man without a particle of humor, yet looked upon by his brethren, many of the best of whom were radiant with it, with kindliness, though not unmixed with apparent wonder and perplexity; Samuel Hillman, long a hard worker in Maine; Oliver Beale, a saint in the calendar of the Church; and many others equally worthy. Thomas Branch was now a faithful and eminent itinerant, whose health broke down at last under the severities of the climate. He proposed to go to the southwest, and labor, while his dwindling strength should last, in the Western Conference, the only Conference then beyond the Alleghenies. Besides the various choice of climate which this immense field afforded, there was, to the devoted mind of Branch, an heroic if not romantic attraction in its adventurous life, and the triumph with which the itinerant ministry was prevailing in its wildernesses. He took leave of his Eastern brethren in much debility, and departed on horseback, with the usual itinerant accompaniment, the saddlebags for his few books and rations, to penetrate through the forests to Marietta, on the Ohio. He never arrived, however. On passing from the western wilds of New York, down toward Ohio, along the southern shore of Lake Erie, he disappeared. News came at last that he had died somewhere among the log-cabins in the then remote forest of the northwestern angle of Pennsylvania; but even this vague information reached not most of those to whom he was dear in New England till fifteen years later, when one of his old fellow-laborers at the East, who had, meanwhile, been elevated to the episcopacy, was pursuing his official visitations at the West, and accidentally discovering the place

[16] of his decease, sent home for publication information of his fate. "He fell," wrote his friend, "in the wilderness, on his way to this country, in the month of June, 1812. His grave is in the woods, in the state of Pennsylvania, near the shore of Lake Erie, between the states of New York and Ohio. As I came through that part of the country I made inquiry respecting the sickness, death, and burial of our once beloved fellow-laborer in the cause of Christ. An intelligent friend, who said he had frequently visited and watched with him in his last sickness, and attended his funeral, gave me, in substance, the following circumstances. When he came into the neighborhood where he died it was a new settlement, where there was no Methodist society, and but few professors of religion of any name, he preached on a Sabbath, and at the close of the service stated to the strangers that he was on a journey, that he was ill, and unable to proceed, and desired that some one would entertain him till he should recover his strength sufficiently to pursue his journey. There was a long time of silence in the congregation. At last one man came forward and invited him home. At that house he lingered many weeks, and finally expired. The accommodations were poor for a sick man -- a small log-house, containing a large family, consisting in part of small children; but doubtless it was the best the place could afford. In his sickness (which was a pulmonary consumption) his sufferings were severe but his patience and his religious consolations were great also. He frequently preached, prayed, and exhorted, sitting on his bed, when he was unable to go out, or even to stand. And so he continued laboring for the salvation of men while his strength would permit, and rejoicing in the Lord to the hour of his death. The above-named eye and ear witness informed me that he frequently said to him, 'It is an inscrutable providence that brought me here to die in this wilderness.' 'But,' said the witness, 'that providence was explained after his death; for, through the instrumentality of his labors, his patience, fortitude, and religious joys in his sickness, a glorious revival of religion shortly after took place, a goodly number of souls were converted to God, other preachers were invited to the place, and a large Methodist society was organized after his death.' That society continues to prosper, and they-have now a good house for worship. After the soul of our brother had gone to heaven, his body was conveyed to the grave on a sled, drawn by oxen. The corpse was carried to a log building in the woods, called a meeting-house; but the proprietors denied admittance, and the funeral solemnities were performed without. As I came through the woodland in company with a preacher, having been informed where the place of his interment was, leaving our horse and carriage by the road, we walked some rods into the forest, and found the old log meeting-house, which had refused the stranger the rites of a funeral; but it was partly fallen, and forsaken. Then following a narrow path some distance further through the woods, we came to a small opening, which appeared to have been cleared of the wood for a habitation for the dead. After walking and looking some time, a decent stone, near one corner of the yard, under the shade of the thick-set, tall forest, informed us where the body of our dear departed friend had been laid. A large oak tree had fallen, and lay across two of the adjoining tenants of that lonely place. We kneeled, prayed, and left the quiet spot, in joyful hope of meeting our brother again at the resurrection of the just." Thomas Branch was an able preacher. His old fellow-laborers spoke of him, in their Conference obituary, with unwonted emphasis: "An Israelite indeed, in life, and in death. Who ever saw him without the gravity and sincerity of a Christian minister? always apparently collected and recollected, a child of affliction, and a son of resignation; how loved and honored of God and men! For several years a member of our connection, and secretary of the New England Conference. Rest, rest, weary dust! Rest, weary spirit, with the Father of spirits, and live forever!"

In <strong>the</strong> remainder <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> period Asbury, accompanied by Whatcoat, made repeated tours through<br />

<strong>the</strong> Eastern States, penetrating to <strong>the</strong> Interior <strong>of</strong> Maine. Their visits were high festivals to <strong>the</strong> young<br />

<strong>Church</strong>es, and <strong>the</strong> Conference sessions, especially, were jubilees. Lee also, in <strong>the</strong> summer <strong>of</strong> 1800,<br />

reentered <strong>the</strong> great field for <strong>the</strong> last time, except a hasty visit some eight years later. It was his<br />

general leave-taking. He passed through its whole extent into Canada, and back by <strong>the</strong> Hudson,<br />

preaching farewell sermons amid <strong>the</strong> benedictions and tears <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> people. His fellow-laborers and<br />

fellow-sufferers in <strong>the</strong> itinerancy parted with him, from place to place, with <strong>the</strong> deepest feeling, as<br />

from a hero who had led <strong>the</strong>m to victory, and had secured for <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> hard-fought field. During this<br />

circuitous and rapid journey his preaching averaged more than one sermon a day; he was continually<br />

occupied also in social prayer and counsels with <strong>the</strong> societies. He now leaves New England to pursue<br />

his evangelic course, with unabated heroism, in o<strong>the</strong>r sections. The foundations <strong>of</strong> Methodism had<br />

been laid by him in all <strong>the</strong> Eastern States; a large Conference had been organized; chapels had sprung<br />

up; powerful ministry was moving to and fro, proclaiming <strong>the</strong> "great salvation through extended but<br />

organized circuits, and thousands <strong>of</strong> converts were recorded on <strong>the</strong> roll <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Church</strong>. A great work<br />

had been achieved, and a great man had left his stamp upon <strong>the</strong> ecclesiastical history <strong>of</strong> all New<br />

England. His name, until recently, has been but little noted beyond <strong>the</strong> pale <strong>of</strong> his own denomination;<br />

but his instrumentality is developing broader and broader results as time elapses, and <strong>the</strong> future<br />

ecclesiastical historian <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se Eastern States will place him among <strong>the</strong> foremost men <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

religious annals.<br />

The remaining four years were abundant in itinerant reinforcements; but most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m, with o<strong>the</strong>rs<br />

heret<strong>of</strong>ore omitted, will more conveniently come under notice in future parts <strong>of</strong> our narrative: Daniel<br />

Fidler, a laborer from Virginia and <strong>the</strong> Redstone country, to Nova Scotia, and at last a patriarch <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> New Jersey Conference; Ebenezer F. Newhall, an apostle <strong>of</strong> those memorable times; Philip<br />

Munger and Asa Heath, veterans <strong>of</strong> Maine Conference; Asa Kent, a patriarch <strong>of</strong> Providence<br />

Conference, and indeed <strong>of</strong> all New England, still remembered by many for <strong>the</strong> sanctity <strong>of</strong> his life,<br />

his small stature, halting gait, wenned neck, and grave aspect, a man without a particle <strong>of</strong> humor, yet<br />

looked upon by his brethren, many <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> best <strong>of</strong> whom were radiant with it, with kindliness, though<br />

not unmixed with apparent wonder and perplexity; Samuel Hillman, long a hard worker in Maine;<br />

Oliver Beale, a saint in <strong>the</strong> calendar <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Church</strong>; and many o<strong>the</strong>rs equally worthy.<br />

Thomas Branch was now a faithful and eminent itinerant, whose health broke down at last under<br />

<strong>the</strong> severities <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> climate. He proposed to go to <strong>the</strong> southwest, and labor, while his dwindling<br />

strength should last, in <strong>the</strong> Western Conference, <strong>the</strong> only Conference <strong>the</strong>n beyond <strong>the</strong> Alleghenies.<br />

Besides <strong>the</strong> various choice <strong>of</strong> climate which this immense field afforded, <strong>the</strong>re was, to <strong>the</strong> devoted<br />

mind <strong>of</strong> Branch, an heroic if not romantic attraction in its adventurous life, and <strong>the</strong> triumph with<br />

which <strong>the</strong> itinerant ministry was prevailing in its wildernesses. He took leave <strong>of</strong> his Eastern brethren<br />

in much debility, and departed on horseback, with <strong>the</strong> usual itinerant accompaniment, <strong>the</strong> saddlebags<br />

for his few books and rations, to penetrate through <strong>the</strong> forests to Marietta, on <strong>the</strong> Ohio. He never<br />

arrived, however. On passing from <strong>the</strong> western wilds <strong>of</strong> New York, down toward Ohio, along <strong>the</strong><br />

sou<strong>the</strong>rn shore <strong>of</strong> Lake Erie, he disappeared. News came at last that he had died somewhere among<br />

<strong>the</strong> log-cabins in <strong>the</strong> <strong>the</strong>n remote forest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> northwestern angle <strong>of</strong> Pennsylvania; but even this<br />

vague information reached not most <strong>of</strong> those to whom he was dear in New England till fifteen years<br />

later, when one <strong>of</strong> his old fellow-laborers at <strong>the</strong> East, who had, meanwhile, been elevated to <strong>the</strong><br />

episcopacy, was pursuing his <strong>of</strong>ficial visitations at <strong>the</strong> West, and accidentally discovering <strong>the</strong> place

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