And then, his manner of giving was so modest and unostentatious.
In giving me a very handsome contribution to the Lexington
Baptist Church, he quietly said: ‘Will you do me the kindness to hand this to your treasurer, and save me the trouble of hunting him up?
I am getting old now, and you young men must help me.’
And his whole manner was that of one receiving instead of bestowing a favor.
was not accustomed to talk of anything that concerned himself, and did not often speak freely of his inner religious feelings.
Yet he would, when occasion offered, speak most decidedly of his reliance for salvation upon the merits of his personal Redeemer, and none who heard him thus talk could doubt for a moment that his faith was built on the ‘Rock of Ages.’
He one day said to a friend in speaking of the duty of laboring for the good of others: ‘Ah!
P——, I find it so hard to keep one poor sinner's heart in the right way, that it seems presumptuous to try to help others.’
And yet he did, quietly and unostentatiously, speak ‘a word in season’ and exert influences potent for good in directing others in the path to heaven.
He was a ‘son of consolation’ to the afflicted, and his letterbook contains some touching illustrations of this.
We give the following extract from a letter written to an afflicted mother on the death, by drowning, of her son (then a student at the college):
On the death of Bishop Elliott
, of Georgia
, he wrote the following letter to his wife: