Autobiography of the REV. Joseph Travis, A.M., a Member of the Memphis Annual Conference; Embracing a Succinct History of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South Particularly in Part of Western Virginia, the Carolinas, Georgia, Alabama, and Missippi. with Sh (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1856. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XII. An Address on Brotherly Lore--Class-meetings--Prayer--The fashions and amusements of the world--Holiness--Reading. TO MY MANY ACQUAINTANCES AND FRIENDS IN THE METHODIST EPISCOPAL CHURCH, IN THE VALLEY OF VIRGINIA, NORTH AND SOUTH CAROLINA, GEORGIA, ALABAMA, LOUISIANA, MISSISSIPPI, AND TENNESSEE. Dear Brethren: --To me it is matter of thanksgiving that when unable to travel to see my friends, I can nevertheless, by pen and ink and paper, and through the press, correspond with them. My days of itinerating are over. You will never again see me hopping over your encampments--in the altar or in the pulpit: I shall never again mingle in your society around the hearthstone--never again be seated at your well-furnished tables: you will never see me take the old family Bible, read my chapter, and pray with and for you and yours--never again will my delighted ears be accosted by your lovely children with the familiar and welcome appellation of "Uncle Travis." No, no--our next interview will be in the spirit-land. Away with the heartchilling reflection, that we are not to recognize each other in a better-world. Our holy Bible affords us a more consoling view than this. It is a most pleasing reflection, that the time is not far distant when the pious dead whom I so dearly loved on earth will again be presented to my vision, and again associated with me in a more blessed union than could have been enjoyed upon earth. In the language of Harbaugh: --" The sainted dead--they are treasures, changeless and shining treasures. Let us look up hopefully. Not lost, but gone before: lost only like the stars of the morning, that have faded into the light of a brighter heaven. Lost to earth, but not to us. They are our treasures--loving treasures--the sainted dead " Yes...