Visit as a Deputy to Jamaica,
1876-77, including Visits to Sister in America
As early as 1870 the idea of a visit to Jamaica
by Messrs. Anderson and Goldie was mooted. In introducing the Annual Report for
1869 of the Old Calabar Mission, Dr. H. M. MacGill wrote in the Record for June
The relation of our West Indian to our West
African Mission is peculiarly intimate, for our churches in Calabar are in some
sense the offspring of our churches in Jamaica. It is an indication of healthful
life when one Christian enterprise thus gives being to another; and one of the
debts which we owe to the Jamaica Mission is, that it gave birth, by
irresistible suggestion, to our undertaking in West Africa, and sent forth such
labourers as Waddell, and Jameson, and Anderson, and Goldie, and Robb. We are
not without hope that two of these brethren—Messrs. Anderson and Goldie—may, ere
long, be the means of giving new strength and closeness to the tie between our
two missions to the warm-hearted negro race, by carrying the salutation of the
younger churches on the shores of Africa to the thousands of their brethren in
our numerous churches in Jamaica. A part of the joy, and even the strength of
our negro congregations, is to be derived from the sympathy and fellowship which
such a visit might diffuse.
In the Record for Sept. 1876 the following
reference is made to Mr. Anderson's departure on his mission:—
About the time when this Record comes into the
reader's hands, our friend the Rev. William Anderson, after his very brief visit
to his native land, will have left our shores with the view of doing
evangelistic work in Jamaica for a season, before returning to his loved labour
in Old Calabar. Jamaica was the first scene of his ministry ; and his present
object is to go through our churches in that island to evangelise the people,
and, under God, to revive among them a sense of the need of a more earnest
Christian life. He will tell them, of course, of their daughter mission in Old
Calabar; but first and last will tell them anew the "old story" of redeeming
love. Let prayer abound for a blessing on his visit. [In The Story of our
Jamaica Mission (1894) there is no reference, save in the Appendix, to Mr.
Anderson's visit to Jamaica.]
Mr. Anderson went and returned by way of America
to visit his now widowed sister, Mrs. Clohan, and her family, at Wheeling, W.
Virginia, U.S.A. The following letter to Mr. Chisholm gives a brief account of
his visit to America and of his arrival in Jamaica. It is dated Kingston, Oct.
Our voyage across the Atlantic was very shaky.
Captain, officers, fellow - passengers, all agreeable — but weather too Bay-of-Biscayish
for the comfort of some stomachs, though I kept up as well as most of my
New York—Oh, such a whirl!
Philadelphia—grand—magnificent—beautiful. I wish
I had had a month to spend there. Mr. Wannamaker's Sabbath school is quite a
wonder—worth going a hundred miles to see. I missed my niece Agnes, however,
though, on comparing notes afterwards, we found that we had spent the whole of
Saturday, Sept. 23rd, under one roof, at the Centennial—and that both had been
at Mr. Wannamaker's Sabbath school on the 24th.
My sister and I met on Tuesday afternoon, Sept.
26th. How changed, both of us! Could not have known each other. Her two sons . .
. one of whom I had never seen—have wives and children. Mary is the only
daughter married. Four daughters at home, all far bigger than their mother. ...
I had seen Agnes and Maggie before, Lizzie and Dora were both new to me, . , .
Sad to part.
A weary journey of 540 miles from Wheeling to New
York — twenty-three hours on the way. Cars better than your carriages.
Water-filter accessible to all passengers, and they may walk about as much as
they like, and even visit friends in neighbouring cars when flying forty miles
an hour, which they do at many places.
Wheeling ministers very kind—I preached in three
pulpits the two Sabbaths I was there (I mean, one sermon on one Sabbath, and two
on the next). A number of the people did not understand me. I am "too Scotch"
for even my own nephews and nieces, and they are too Yankee for me. I had to ask
them again and again to repeat what they had been saying, and to make it more
We left New York in the Claribel, Oct. 11th, and
arrived here Oct. 18th—exactly a week and five hours on the way. Gulf Stream,
which helped us so finely homewards in the Copse in 1848, opposed our progress
towards Jamaica. This rendered some of us a little squeamish two days. When we
reached Kingston, we found Rev. W. Smith, Grand Cayman, awaiting us. He is here
for health, and had supplied the pulpit for three Sabbaths. 1 preached at
preparatory meeting on Friday evening. Mr. Stoddart preached yesterday A.M. I
dispensed Communion (the whole service) p.m., and preached in the evening.
Complimentary newspaper paragraphs rather disturb me, bring some people out
expecting to hear some great orator! Quai! (so we say in Calabar). I am to
lecture on Calabar affairs this evening.
I am longing to get away to the hills—wearying to
see Rose Hill and Carron Hall. The mosquitoes here eat one up sadly. I have to
supply next Sabbath, then I hope to get to the mountains. . . . Mr. Roxburgh
took four of us to his house, and we have been his guests since. . . . When I
arrived here, found six kind letters awaiting me from brethren from all parts of
the island. Felt thankful.
A full account of Mr. Anderson's visit to the
churches in Jamaica would occupy too much space. "The Report of Tour among
United Presbyterian Churches, Jamaica, from October 1876 to March 1877," was
published in the Missionary Record for June 1877. It contains references to
thirty-five stations, including one or two belonging to the Moravian brethren,
visited by him. He mentions that he set out from Kingston on November 2nd, and
returned on March 2nd, having travelled 778 miles, only 200 of these being over
good roads. He delivered one hundred and five sermons and addresses, the
addresses never occupying less than an hour and a half—in many cases exceeding
two hours, not a few of them extending to three hours, and in two or three cases
to a still greater length. The Secretary of the Foreign Mission Board mentioned
"that the communications he received from the island were unanimous in stating
that Mr. Anderson had succeeded in holding the attention of his audiences
unbroken till the close of his lengthened addresses, and had not only commanded
attention, but kindled enthusiasm wherever he went."
Room must, however, be found for an account of
his visit to Rose Hill, first by an eye-witness and then by himself. The
following is a communication to the Jamaica Witness relating to Mr. Anderson's
visit to Rose Hill. His own deep pathos and enthusiasm in his reference to that
lovely locality were finely reciprocated by the people:—
From the time that the people of Rose Hill first
heard that Mr. Anderson was about to visit Jamaica, they were continually
inquiring, "When will Minister Anderson come? when will Minister Anderson come?"
But when it was announced on Sabbath, 29th October, that Mr. Anderson would
preach at Rose Hill on the following Sabbath, the people were wild with joy. On
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, according as they variously conjectured or were
misinformed as to what day he would come, numbers of people walked distances of
from two to five miles to meet him. One very old man, said to be nearly a
hundred years of age, who moves about slowly with the help of a staff, which he
holds with both hands, tottered out at six o'clock on Thursday morning to a
junction of the road which Mr. Anderson must pass on his way to Rose Hill. From
early morning till four o'clock in the afternoon sat this aged disciple of
Christ, with longing, loving heart, yearning to behold once again the face of
him from whose lips thirty years ago he had drunk of the water of life, ft was
with somewhat of an aching heart that I told him, "Minister Anderson will not
come today." "Me no see him, den? Minister Anderson com a Rose Hill an' Peter
Robinson no' see him!" I could not send him away without the assurance that Mr.
Anderson would call to see him. "Ah, well, me see him, den; me satisfy fe
wait,"—so he moved slowly homewards.
On Friday afternoon, when Mr. Anderson did come,
it was something which might have instructed and subdued the heart of an atheist
or a misanthrope, to witness the meeting of these humble and kind-hearted people
with him who had been their guide from darkness to light, their first pastor,
their friend, the instructor of their youth, after an absence of
eight-and-twenty years. The veteran Christian soldier, who has stood fearlessly
between contending foes while bullets were hissing their death-whistle around
him, was not proof against the mute gaze of tear-glistened eyes and the
suppressed sobs of hearts too full for utterance. Once and again he would
hastily brush from his eyes something that dimmed their sight. One present, too,
felt the joy of sympathy, the happiness of the tears.
On Sabbath the Lord's Supper was administered.
Nearly all the members of the Church partook thereof, and some from neighbouring
congregations. The church was crowded to overflowing, and I have no doubt
everyone that was present felt himself happy in being there. To not a few it
will be a bright day in their memories for many a year.
This communication is already longer than I
intended, and therefore I cannot occupy so much more of your space as would be
required to give a description of Mr. Anderson's levees all day long at the
mission-house on Monday, Tuesday, and part of Wednesday; of the number, kind,
and quality of presents brought him by the people; of the Tuesday afternoon
meeting, which was scarcely less enjoyable than that of Sabbath, and perhaps
much more interesting to some.—G. E. M. J.
Mr. Anderson himself wrote in his Report:—
It was with mingled feelings that I approached
this station. . . . Our leaving it at the call of duty—we would have been deaf
to any other call—was the sorest trial in the way of parting that I have ever
known. Both place and people had been very dear from the clay I first saw them,
and our mutual first love had never declined. . . . As I approached the (to me)
sacred locality—indeed, long before I came near it—I was met by numbers of my
old friends, some crying, some laughing, but all in a wondrous state of
excitement. The first one who met me—wonderfully little changed—was the first
bride whose marriage I solemnised. ... On Sabbath, Nov. 5th, I preached,
dispensed both baptism and the Lord's Supper, and addressed a considerable
length on missions. ... I think I was fully four hours on my feet during the
service, . . . and at the end of the service I felt much more refreshed than
exhausted. On the Tuesday afternoon we had a missionary meeting, at which I gave
an account of Old Calabar and our work there. ... I missed many of the old
familiar faces, but was glad to see in children and in children's children a
renewal of the countenances of departed friends. . . .
With reference to Cedar Valley, Mr. Anderson
This is another locality associated with
interesting memories. We had some sweetly solemn Sabbaths here in days of old
under the widespreading branches of a majestic tree. The huge trunk of that tree
lies prostrate now. We had a fine missionary meeting here on the afternoon of
Wednesday, Nov. 8th. I felt quite at home under the hospitable roof of brother
Mitchell and Mrs. Mitchell, both of them having been my pupils in the olden
time. I believe that both of them received their earliest lessons from my better
The reference to Carron Hall is both pathetic and
Many a happy hour . . . have I enjoyed under that
lowly roof in the domestic circle of Mr. and Mrs. Cowan —names very dear to all
here. I cannot forget that it was here I first saw one in bloom of early
womanhood. A close companionship of thirty-six years has not lowered her in my
estimation. But it occurs to me that should any crusty old bachelor honour these
lines with a perusal, he will be indignantly asking, "What business has a
statement like this in an official report?" I meekly reply, "None at all, sir,"
and pass on. But other Old Calabar associations besides those hinted at are
connected with this station. My bright and lovely and gentle pupil of 1840,
known then as Mary Cowan, sleeps sweetly beneath yonder waving bamboos in the
little cemetery at Ikorofiong. When I last saw Mary—(but I had better not
digress further now). On Thursday evening, Nov. 9th, I addressed Mr. Martin's
usual weekly prayer meeting, attended by about 200, I think. I preached on the
Sabbath, and delivered a missionary address on the Monday evening. But the
audiences on both Sabbath and Monday were very small, on account of heavy and
The following extract from Report from Goshen by
Rev. John Aird, refers to Mr. Anderson's visit to Mr. Jameson and Mr. Robb's old
You will notice with pleasure that our
contributions for the Calabar Mission are double those of 1875. That is owing to
a special collection, taken when our old and honoured brother and friend, Mr.
Anderson, was here. Twenty-seven years and a half had wrought many changes in
the congregation; but there were a few remaining who well remembered the name,
but could not recognise the youthful minister of Rose Hill in the venerable
patriarch from Old Calabar, until they beheld the genial smile light up the
countenance and heard the ringing tones of his voice. Then they whispered,
"That's just him!" And with what interest, pleasure, and astonishment, too, did
they hang upon his lips ! Communications both old and recent in the Record, from
time to time had kept them well posted up. Still, to listen to his verbal
descriptions aroused the attention and created an interest which neither written
nor printed communications could. Me was both a living witness and actor, and
his testimony in both characters carried with it the greater power and force. On
Sabbath forenoon Mr. Anderson chose as his text, Ex. xxxii. 26: " Who is on the
Lord's side?" And at the second service he selected Isa. xxi. 11: "Watchman,
what of the night?" On both occasions his sermons, of course, had a missionary
bearing, and, although lengthy, the deep interest of the people was sustained to
the end. The anecdotes and descriptions could not fail, and did not fail, to
have this effect. A farewell meeting was held on Monday morning, which was
numerously attended. The address of Mr. Anderson was both touching and
appropriate. Such a season is well calculated to have a good effect both upon
our people and ourselves, as well as the agent who visits. The question occurs
to me, Would it not be well—dutiful and beneficial to the missions—to have such
visits occasionally? The reciprocal effect, I am persuaded, would far more than
compensate the trouble and expense.
Mr. Anderson's own reference to Goshen is as
. . . Glad to find my old fellow-student and
fellow-soldier, John Aird, still in harness. Both he and I feel that we are not
now what we were when we used to meet thirty-seven years ago. We had a capital
missionary meeting here on Thursday, Nov. 23rd. Rejoiced to see our venerable
friend John Simpson able to conduct the preliminary devotional services. Glad to
find that an address of two and three-quarter hours does not necessarily weary
an audience. I preached twice on the Sabbath to a well-filled church, and
addressed a second missionary meeting on Monday, the 27th. This latter was a
peculiarly solemn and tender season. The most of our hearts were quite full. Mr.
Aird and I felt that this was our last joint service in the Church below.
Mr. Anderson had hoped to leave Kingston for
America on April 18th, 1877. On March 7th he wrote from Roxburgh House,
Kingston, to Mr. Chisholm, informing him that his plans had been changed by the
receipt of a letter from Dr. MacGill, calling upon him, in the name of the
Mission Board, to consider himself minister of Kingston for two or three months
I feel—and have felt ever since I arrived here in
October—for the Kingston congregation. Had either Episcopalian or Wesleyan or
Baptist congregations in this important city been left pastorless, one of the
ablest men of their respective bodies would have been sent out to supply the
I feel it to be a high honour to be called on to
assume the pastorate of such a congregation in such a locality ; but I feel the
responsibility also. However, the path of duty seems plain. You would see from a
hint in my last to Mrs. Anderson, that Calabar authorities have not been giving
their promised protection to the native agents and converts. I mean to take
advantage of my detention here to get from them a promise that no such
occurrences as these reported to me shall again take place. . . .
Most of my written-out sermons are, I believe, in
your house. I must make the most of the materials I have with me.
Very soon Mr. Anderson received overtures from
the Kingston congregation, inviting him to remain permanently with them, as the
following letters will show.
To his niece, Miss Agnes Clohan, Mr. Anderson
wrote on March 29:—
I see that it will be somewhat of a trial to
leave Kingston. All parties are very anxious for me to remain here. Were it not
that I am somewhat master of the Efik language, I should certainly consider the
question; but as matters stand, I can go no further than promise to remain here
till Dr. Robb comes out.
When he wrote Mr. Chisholm on April 7, he saw
more clearly the difficulties in the way of his remaining permanently in
I shall now, as formerly, take you into
confidence, and request you to read what I have written Mrs. Anderson, and to
forward when you have read. ... I do trust that Dr. Robb—or some other
brother—will come soon, authorised to relieve me from my present charge. Were an
able brother here to take my place, as it were, I could afford to answer all the
entreaties given to me to remain here— with sternness. I might repulse them ;
but at present I have no heart to do so. In so far as I personally am concerned,
I have little anxiety or perplexity about futurity. I might say with all
sincerity to the Mission Board, Send me anywhere you like except to the Frigid
Zones. At my time of life it is a matter of little importance where my very few
remaining years are spent—the great thing is how. My predilections for a
resting-place in Africa are what they have been for years; but were the Master
to appoint otherwise, I should not grow rebellious. I have also to consider my
partner. To bring her here would be worse than putting an elderly squirrel in a
cage. It would be confining a wild deer in a trap. She was a mountain roamer and
tree climber in girlhood. Since 1848 she has had acres of ground in which she
has toiled and pleasured daily—as the only thing to keep her in tolerable
health. A city life would, I suspect, soon end her days. . . .
I have little perplexity as to path of duty; for
that I consider to be plain, as laid down in my paragraph [in letter to Mrs.
Anderson] about resembling a subaltern. My perplexities are simply those
connected with the replies that I must give to those who treat me with such
tender affection and respect. ... I can stand bullets better than tears. . . .
I have explained to Mr. James Tod that my sermons
and speeches here are very different from those at home. There I always feel
tongue-tackit (is that the word ?) before so many superiors in learning and
Christian experience. Here, as in Old Calabar, my heart is enlarged—my tongue is
unloosed. I look on all as my ain bairns. . . .
I wish I had Mr. Lambert here for a few weeks. I
think I could slip away into one of U.S. steamers under his shadow without being
missed. Is Mrs. Lambert not yet tired of that cold, cheerless, orangeless,
mangoless, breadfruitless country of yours? . . .
... I feel that I must see my sister once more. .
On April 24 Mr. Anderson wrote further to Mr.
... I am looking forward with some anxiety for
Dr. Robb's arrival on the 5th prox. If he comes with instructions to supply
Kingston even for a short time, that will be an immense relief to me. ... I have
just written to Dr. MacGill, and also to Mrs. Anderson, that I do not see it to
be my duty to remain here without a threefold " sign from heaven ":—
1. That Duke Town Church and people are
indifferent as to whether I return to them or not.
2. That Mrs. A. certify me that she would prefer
Kingston to Duke Town, Jamaica to Old Calabar. And
3. That the Mission Board are unanimously of
opinion that I should remain here.
Failing these three signs—or any one of them—I
shall continue to feel that the sooner I get away from this the better.
I confess to be getting a little home-sick (home
meaning O. C). During my tour round the island the hope of an early return to
Scotland and O. C. helped to cheer me on, and besides, new scenes and new faces
greeted me every week. Here, matters are now assuming a sameness ; . . . and
then these constant and earnest requests to remain form a serious tax on the
emotional part of my nature, which I feel it hard to sustain.
The kindly notices in the Witness might have
damaged me thirty or even twenty years ago; but, as I wrote Dr. Murray (editor)
a few days ago, they do not at all elate me—they rather depress me; but perhaps
prove beneficial in setting a high standard before me, and in showing me what I
ought to be.
My own personal feelings are decidedly in favour
of my return to O. C, but I am almost afraid to trust to my own judgment in such
a case. I believe it to be as simple to trifle with the affections of a
congregation as with those of a young lady. I see that I have the affections of
the congregation here,—every Sabbath, every prayer meeting, every day shows
that,—and of course I like them that like me ; but I try to speak kindly without
coming under any engagement, and this is difficult. I have mentioned to several
of the leading members my threefold sign.
The Rev. Dr. Robb, in a letter of reminiscences,
says :— When I went to Jamaica in 1877, Mr. Anderson had ended his tour among
the churches. He had been requested by the Mission Board to remain at Kingston,
which was then vacant by the resignation of the Rev. James Ballantyne. When I
arrived, he at once put the charge on me. I was taken by surprise, not expecting
anything but my academical work. He remained only a week or two, and I had to
take up the pastoral work, and had it for twenty-two months. He was very much
liked by the people. Gladly would they have had him to stay with or return to
them and be their pastor. His ministrations were blessed to foster and deepen
impressions due to the labours in Kingston of an evangelist (Mr. Tayloe) from
Mr. Guinness's College in London. I moderated in a call to Mr. Anderson—a
unanimous and hearty call. It was sent to him, but it was considered better that
he should go to his former service.
In the Record for September 1877 it is stated
that, with reference to the call from Kingston, the Committee did not feel at
liberty, in the circumstances of Kingston congregation and of Duke Town, to
interfere. The result is that Mr. Anderson, with a high estimate of the claims
of Kingston, has decided in favour of Calabar. The following letters are given
as bearing on two of Mr. Anderson's "signs," viz., the attitude of Duke Town and
the wishes of Mrs. Anderson:—
Imperial Palace, Old Calabar, West Coast of
Africa, 15th June 1877. King Archibong's Letter.' From
His Imperial Majesty Eyamba VIII. To the Rev. William
Anderson. DEAR Sir,—Your order (message [He refers to a message from Mr.
Anderson, that, as things were going on so well in his absence, it might not do
harm if he would remain away altogether.]) from your wife I have received. But
as you heard then that all things are quite right here, it is not quite so.
Regarding your journey, I did not understand that
you was entirely going. My thought was that you are but to go and visit families
and then return. I hereby expecting your arrival.
Otherwise, as you heard that things are
disorderly here [He refers to a portion of Mr. Anderson's message, that the
teachers and converts must be protected from persecution if he was to be
expected to return to Old Calabar.] respecting chaining teachers and stopping
people from joining Church, also the reporter was not explained well to you as
Therefore I wish you to come, then you will hear
and observe better. I will not oppose anyone from joining the Church. — Best
compliment, I remain, yours truly, ARCHlBONG III., KING.
Mrs. Anderson's letter to the Secretary:—
Duke Town, 28th June 1877. My dear Dr. MacGill—
Yours of 11th May I received. After giving the matter the most serious
attention, I feel shut up to the conclusion that it would not be our duty to
leave Old Calabar.
In regard to merely personal matters, I may be
permitted to say that it would be a heavy trial for us to break up and leave the
home of twenty-nine years,—for home it has been to us, with many solemn and
touching associations. It has been the scene to us of many conflicts and of some
victories, of many toilsome days and nights, and of many seasons both of sadness
Mr. Anderson seems, I am thankful to say, to have
a frame adapted to any clime and to any work; such is not the case with me. I
have been accustomed to country life since my birth, and I feel that the
confinement of a town life would not suit me. Let me remain where I am during
the very few years which may be still before me.
And then in regard to the great work of the
Mission. Every argument used in favour of Mr. Anderson's settlement at Kingston
applies with tenfold force here. His age, his experience, his long acquaintance
with the people, his familiarity with their language, their ardent wish for his
return, the painful effects which will be produced on their minds if he do not
return,—all these things, and others that might be mentioned, are reasons for
his speedy return, and in view of them I cannot agree to our abandoning Old
Although I am very anxious for Mr. Anderson's
return, yet I would not object to his being detained a few months longer than
the time originally intended for his coming, for the sake of such important work
as that in which he is engaged. I only request you to let him return to us as
speedily as possible.
I know his love for Jamaica, but I also know that
it is, and has long been, his ardent wish and mine that "our rest together in
the dust" be in Old Calabar. The king and chiefs, the natives not connected with
us, as well as the members of the Church, are all anxious for Mr. Anderson's
return.—I remain, my dear Dr. MacGill, very truly yours, L. ANDERSON.
A letter to Mr. Chisholm from Wheeling, dated
June 14, gives in brief a record of his movements, and shows the effect his
labours in Jamaica had on his health:—
I left Jamaica on 30th May, 4 P.M., reached New
York June 6, 6 A.M. Arrived at this place 6 P.M., June 9. Purpose leaving for
New York on the 19th, 6 p.m., and have taken my passage in the Devonia (new
ship), to leave New York on Saturday 23rd, at 2 p.m. We may expect to reach
Greenock on Wednesday A.M., July 4, if all go well. I mean to go right through
to Edinburgh. May be there Wednesday evening. Before leaving Scotland, I half
purposed to go to our friend Darling's [Hotel], but I suppose his establishment
will be crowded with Americans and others. I do not know whether Mr. Morton or
the Misses Lamb can ferret out a lodging for a few days. If they can't, then I
shall have to throw myself on your hospitality, leave my luggage at station, and
go to Eskbank last coach or train. But you too will doubtless have a houseful,
as I suppose our Rigg [of Gretna] friends will be with you for the festive
I am not feeling nearly so vigorous as in former
days. I rather overdid the thing in Jamaica—meetings rather too many and
speeches too long—during my four months' tour. I felt sufficiently exhausted at
its termination to require a voyage and repose. Then came unexpectedly the call
to remain at Kingston, which involved equally hard work with that of the
"provinces," though of a somewhat different kind. And while at Kingston the
emotional part of my nature was a good deal overtaxed. The result is that I now
feel—I may say for the first time—that I have got a liver and spleen, or some
apparatus of that sort, and that said apparatus is out of order. I almost feel
as if I should spend a month at that liver-restoring place, Crieff; but first of
all I must confer with Dr. Peddie (M.D., not D.D.).
Mr. Anderson's niece—Miss Elizabeth Clohan—gives
in a letter the following reminiscences of his visit to Wheeling in 1876-77:—
My mother was living when uncle visited America
in '76 and 'yy on his journey to and from Jamaica. Mother and uncle took much
comfort in each other during that visit. Their happiness was marred by my
father's death, which had occurred in May 1874. You can readily imagine how the
brother and sister so long separated enjoyed their reunion, how they talked of
Ford and Dalkeith, laughed over childish memories.
Uncle having no children of his own, took the
deepest interest in mother's children. You know how full of jokes and fun he
was! We children had been a little afraid of a minister in the family; but how
quickly we all loved him, with what deep regret we parted from him!
Uncle was much amused over our American ideas of
things. We used to have animated arguments with him upon the subjects of
monarchies and republics. When uncle saw anything in our city of which he did
not approve, he would jokingly say, "And do you have such things in a republic?"
greatly to our discomfiture. Pie was very loyal to his beloved Queen. His
admiration for Gladstone was unbounded. He said, "We have faith in the man. He
is good, and he will do right." He often said in a laughing way, "Gladstone and
I are the Queen's representatives—he in England, I in Africa."
Uncle at once took the hearts of our Wheeling
friends by his preaching. His beautiful resonant voice pleased everyone. Many of
our friends took a renewed interest in foreign missions after hearing uncle. He
was so full of music and poetry, that during his visit in '92 we used to beg him
to repeat to us "Abel entering Heaven" and "The old man singing Psalms." The
music of his voice brought tears to our eyes.
One thing about him that was a source of
amazement to us was his utter indifference to money. He was so generous, and yet
he never seemed to miss it. His own wants were so simple, and he loved to give.
Every appeal to him met with a generous response. His utter trust in the God of
Providence was simply a daily lesson to us. His prayers were so touching. Every
little event that we never thought he noticed was remembered in his prayers. He
always made us feel so near to God. I remember a friend of mine being so struck
with the beauty of the blessing that he asked at the table, that she desired me
to write it for her. I told her that it was a different blessing every day, and
each seemed more beautiful than the one before.