Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org

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Phineas F. Bresee A PRINCE IN ISRAEL By E. A. Girvin CHAPTER 1 Birth and Childhood -- Education -- Parentage and Ancestry - Conversion -- Called to Preach Phineas F. Bresee was born on the 31st of December, 1838, in the town of Franklin, Delaware county, New York. Franklin is perhaps six or eight miles square, and is situated in a beautiful little valley, through which flows a charming stream called the Ouleout. Here it was that the boy Phineas fished and swam with his childish playmates. He was born in a log house, about five miles from the village of Franklin. The whole district including his birth place, took the name of the town of Franklin. Early Memories Doctor Bresee says of his early childhood: "I remember when I was a year old that my parents moved from where I was born to the house where I lived until I was about twelve years of age. With an ox team and a sled, they went over a cross road not often traveled. It was early in the spring, when most of the snow was on the ground, and just as they were going from the rough road to the turnpike, the oxen got frightened and turned to the left, off the road into the brush. I remember my father jumping off the sled and getting the oxen back into the road. I can see the scene yet. I remember when I was two years old, having a little red flannel dress with my legs bare, and burning my right thigh against the stove. My mother put cream on it, and it felt cool and nice. "I remember before I was three years old, playing with my little brother, two years younger than I, who died when he was about a year old. "My parents sent me to school when I was only three years of age. I came home one evening with my little primer. It had pictures in it, and I said: 'Oh, Ma! I have got clear over to the wolf.' I was so proud. I remember that still. We lived in that house, about half a mile from the valley road, until I was twelve years old." It was a very picturesque country, and the love of natural beauty which characterized Phineas F. Bresee throughout his life, was doubtless intensified by the lovely environment of his earliest years. From the days of his tender childhood he was taught to work on the farm, to drive horses and oxen, to attend to the cows, and to do every kind of farm work. He did not go to school very much of the time, but when he did, he attended the District School. At the age of twelve he had learned the ordinary rudimentary things. He could read and write, and knew something of arithmetic and geography. He took up the latter study before he could read. He and his schoolmates read United States history in the school. In those days he was not a good reader, but knew by heart all the things that were read in the district school. Of this stage of his boyhood, he says: "I could read first-rate the

things that they ordinarily read, because I knew them by heart, but once in a great while the teacher would take a notion to have them read out of a newspaper, or some other printed matter, and I made bad work of it." Among the wealthy people at Oneonta, which is situated on the other side of the mountains from where Phineas F. Bresee was born, were the Huntingtons and E. R. Ford. One day, the latter approached the father of Phineas, and told him that he wanted to sell or trade him a magnificent place that he owned over on the Charlotte river, which was between Oneonta and Davenport, just on the edge of the town of Davenport, and about on a line between Oneonta and Davenport. The result was that the Bresee family acquired the Ford property, turning in their farm as part payment. The new place was much more valuable than their former home, and was one of the most beautiful places in all that section of country. There were so many buildings on it, that it was like a little village. Of this farm, where he lived so many years and did so much hard work, Doctor Bresee says: "There was a real good house, fine outbuildings, a wagonhouse and barn, a cowhouse, a cheese and milkhouse, a cornhouse, and hoghouses, all nicely painted like a little village. The dwelling was white and all the other buildings were trimmed with white. E. R. Ford's brother, Jacob, lived on this place, but did not make a success of it, and the probability is that Mr. Ford got out of heart with his brother and sold it. At any rate, we moved there just after I was twelve years old. I did not go to school much of the time while there, although there was a schoolhouse right on our place. The fact was, I was getting too smart to go to a little district school, with some young woman teacher who did not know as much about arithmetic and algebra as I did. I think I had commenced the study of algebra. In fact, I could have gone to school to very fine advantage to almost anybody; for I could not spell. I never could spell. I never knew anything about grammar. The only kind of books that we had were the spelling book, the arithmetic, etc. Every winter I studied in the beginning of the spelling book about the consonants, the vowels, the diphthongs, and those things, and I never could learn them; so that a little smattering of the forepart of the spelling book, and the arithmetic, and a little reading and history, etc., was about all the education I had." For two winters he attended a little school called an academy, at Oneonta. It was a sort of a select school, taught by Isaac T. Dann, a man of considerable talent and education. At that school, young Phineas got a start in Latin Grammar, which was the first idea he ever had of grammar of any kind. He also learned a little algebra, geometry, trigonometry, and other rudimentary things. Later for a very short time he attended the academy at Franklin village, conducted by Doctor Kerr, a man of culture and a good teacher. The strain, however, of studying and doing farm work at the same time, was too much for Phineas, and his health gave way. That was the end of his education, so far as regular attendance at school was concerned. While he attended the Franklin academy, he became very studious, and after that he spent much time in the study of Latin, Greek, and other branches. Of this period of his life Doctor Bresee says: "I worked on the farm very hard. My father was an exceedingly hard worker. I worked there most of the time for about four years, after which my father sold out, and we went to West Davenport, where he bought a few things in a store. It was the only store there, a kind of a general merchandise country store. My father bought a half interest in it, and in the contract of purchase, it was agreed that I was to serve as a clerk in the store."

<strong>Phineas</strong> F. <strong>Bresee</strong><br />

A PRINCE IN ISRAEL<br />

By E. A. Girvin<br />

CHAPTER 1<br />

Birth and Childhood -- Education -- Parentage and Ancestry -<br />

Conversion -- Called to Preach<br />

<strong>Phineas</strong> F. <strong>Bresee</strong> was born on the 31st of December, 1838, in the town of Franklin, Delaware<br />

county, New York. Franklin is perhaps six or eight miles square, and is situated in a beautiful little<br />

valley, through which flows a charming stream called the Ouleout. Here it was that the boy <strong>Phineas</strong><br />

fished and swam with his childish playmates.<br />

He was born in a log house, about five miles from the village of Franklin. The whole district<br />

including his birth place, took the name of the town of Franklin.<br />

Early Memories<br />

Doctor <strong>Bresee</strong> says of his early childhood: "I remember when I was a year old that my parents<br />

moved from where I was born to the house where I lived until I was about twelve years of age. With<br />

an ox team and a sled, they went over a cross road not often traveled. It was early in the spring, when<br />

most of the snow was on the ground, and just as they were going from the rough road to the turnpike,<br />

the oxen got frightened and turned to the left, off the road into the brush. I remember my father<br />

jumping off the sled and getting the oxen back into the road. I can see the scene yet. I remember<br />

when I was two years old, having a little red flannel dress with my legs bare, and burning my right<br />

thigh against the stove. My mother put cream on it, and it felt cool and nice.<br />

"I remember before I was three years old, playing with my little brother, two years younger than<br />

I, who died when he was about a year old.<br />

"My parents sent me to school when I was only three years of age. I came home one evening with<br />

my little primer. It had pictures in it, and I said: 'Oh, Ma! I have got clear over to the wolf.' I was so<br />

proud. I remember that still. We lived in that house, about half a mile from the valley road, until I<br />

was twelve years old."<br />

It was a very picturesque country, and the love of natural beauty which characterized <strong>Phineas</strong> F.<br />

<strong>Bresee</strong> throughout his life, was doubtless intensified by the lovely environment of his earliest years.<br />

From the days of his tender childhood he was taught to work on the farm, to drive horses and<br />

oxen, to attend to the cows, and to do every kind of farm work. He did not go to school very much<br />

of the time, but when he did, he attended the District School. At the age of twelve he had learned the<br />

ordinary rudimentary things. He could read and write, and knew something of arithmetic and<br />

geography. He took up the latter study before he could read. He and his schoolmates read United<br />

States history in the school. <strong>In</strong> those days he was not a good reader, but knew by heart all the things<br />

that were read in the district school. Of this stage of his boyhood, he says: "I could read first-rate the

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