1917
Sing Good Gospel Songs, Bishop Tells M. E. Preachers.
LIMA, Ohio — At the opening of the second day's session of the West Ohio Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church Bishop Thirkield spoke on "Hymnology" to 500 preachers, urging them to use the Methodist Hymnal more, with its splendid gospel songs. He said too many flippant, ragtime tunes, with frivolous wording, have crept into the church today.
—The Saturday Blade, Chicago, Sept. 16, 1916, p. 4.
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Hymns Up to Date
1901
An old gentleman of 82 whose occasionally cynical speeches are always tinged with good humor was asked his opinion of modern church music.
"It's all very fine," he said dryly, "and I like to hear it, but there's one thing I've noticed. It may be just chance, but I've noticed it a good many times.
"When I was a boy, the people went to two services a day and sometimes three, and they sat on hard seats and sang with all their hearts:
"My God, the spring of all my joys.
"Now the congregation lean comfortably back in softly cushioned pews and listen to the choir singing:
"Art thou weary, art thou languid?
"I may be mistaken, but it comes home to me every now and then that hymnology is changing to suit the times." — Youth's Companion.
An old gentleman of 82 whose occasionally cynical speeches are always tinged with good humor was asked his opinion of modern church music.
"It's all very fine," he said dryly, "and I like to hear it, but there's one thing I've noticed. It may be just chance, but I've noticed it a good many times.
"When I was a boy, the people went to two services a day and sometimes three, and they sat on hard seats and sang with all their hearts:
"My God, the spring of all my joys.
"Now the congregation lean comfortably back in softly cushioned pews and listen to the choir singing:
"Art thou weary, art thou languid?
"I may be mistaken, but it comes home to me every now and then that hymnology is changing to suit the times." — Youth's Companion.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Notable Men and Women - 1
1900
Dr. James M. Gray, who has been engaged in teaching in the Moody Bible Institute in Chicago during the summer, will spend the winter in New England conducting his classes in the synthetic study of the Bible in Boston and elsewhere as usual, beginning in the fall.
Dr. Thomas McClelland, the new president of Knox College, was president of Tabor College several years ago. At that time he wanted a railroad to connect Tabor with the rest of the world. Failing to interest other roads in the enterprise, he built it himself and afterwards sold it on favorable terms to the Burlington.
Major D. W. Whittle, who is said to be dying in East Northfield, Mass., is one of the best-known evangelists in the country. "There Shall be Showers of Blessing" and "I Know Whom I Have Believed" are two of his most familiar hymns. For two years Major Whittle has been confined to his bed by rheumatic fever.
—The Ram's Horn, Nov. 17, 1900. p. 23.
Dr. James M. Gray, who has been engaged in teaching in the Moody Bible Institute in Chicago during the summer, will spend the winter in New England conducting his classes in the synthetic study of the Bible in Boston and elsewhere as usual, beginning in the fall.
Dr. Thomas McClelland, the new president of Knox College, was president of Tabor College several years ago. At that time he wanted a railroad to connect Tabor with the rest of the world. Failing to interest other roads in the enterprise, he built it himself and afterwards sold it on favorable terms to the Burlington.
Major D. W. Whittle, who is said to be dying in East Northfield, Mass., is one of the best-known evangelists in the country. "There Shall be Showers of Blessing" and "I Know Whom I Have Believed" are two of his most familiar hymns. For two years Major Whittle has been confined to his bed by rheumatic fever.
—The Ram's Horn, Nov. 17, 1900. p. 23.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Show Appreciation by Hymns
1905
In South Wales, when the people are pleased with the work of an actor, they have a custom of showing their appreciation by singing hymns at the close of the performance. Henry Irving was playing at Swansea when he was surprised to see the audience burst into "Lead, Kindly Light," when he appeared before the curtain in response to a call. At the close of the engagement the great actor was deeply touched by the singing of "God Be With You Till We Meet Again," rendered in most reverent manner.
1910
"Learn of Me"
"Learn of me," says the Saviour, "for I am meek and lowly in heart." Christ is lowly, not the weakness of failure, but the modest humility of strength, honor and success. Learning from Jesus, doubt and fear, with all their haunting terrors, flee away, and we walk in the bright sunlight of his truth. Learning of Jesus, faith, hope and love make our lives a joy to ourselves and a blessing to others."
Ruling
No man doth safely rule but he that is glad to be ruled. No man doth safely rule but he that hath learned gladly to obey. — Thomas รก Kempis.
In South Wales, when the people are pleased with the work of an actor, they have a custom of showing their appreciation by singing hymns at the close of the performance. Henry Irving was playing at Swansea when he was surprised to see the audience burst into "Lead, Kindly Light," when he appeared before the curtain in response to a call. At the close of the engagement the great actor was deeply touched by the singing of "God Be With You Till We Meet Again," rendered in most reverent manner.
1910
"Learn of Me"
"Learn of me," says the Saviour, "for I am meek and lowly in heart." Christ is lowly, not the weakness of failure, but the modest humility of strength, honor and success. Learning from Jesus, doubt and fear, with all their haunting terrors, flee away, and we walk in the bright sunlight of his truth. Learning of Jesus, faith, hope and love make our lives a joy to ourselves and a blessing to others."
Ruling
No man doth safely rule but he that is glad to be ruled. No man doth safely rule but he that hath learned gladly to obey. — Thomas รก Kempis.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Printer's Devil Recalls Melodian Organ
Davenport, Iowa, 1922
Printer's Devil On Gazette in '73 Recalls Melodian in Church At 5th and Brady St.
Do you remember 'way back when the old brick church at Fifth and Brady streets housed the congregation of the First Methodist church? Will H. Hitchcock, printer's devil on the old Davenport Gazette in '73, having read with deep interest the interview with Mr. Magoune, veteran printer on the same journal years ago, which appeared in last Sunday's issue of The Democrat, especially Mr. Magoune's reference to the Methodist church organ, writes as follows:
"Mr. Magoune's reference to the Methodist church organ causes me to wonder how many Davenporters are still living who remember when the same congregation worshiped in the old brick church, still standing on the northeast corner of Fifth and Brady street, and who also remember the little old 'Jubilee' Melodian made by the New Haven Organ Co., which supplied the congregation with instrumental music each Sabbath.
"That melodian was a tiny affair in a rosewood case slightly larger than an ordinary suitcase, set on four spindly legs, and with round wooden rods connecting the bellows with the brass foot pedals underneath. It was about a 3-4-caret, 22-caliber, double action instrument, at least it took the double quick action of both feet to supply wind enough in the bellows.
Occasionally the musician's foot would slip off one of the brass pedals and at such times the instrument would give forth a long shuddering sigh and quit cold, like a horse with the heaves. The order of worship was different in those days from what it is now, for instead of singing the Doxology and Glory Be at the opening of the services, the Doxology was always saved 'til the last, like a piece of apple pie, and was sang just before the benediction was pronounced. It was also the custom of all ministers of that period to read the first verse of each hymn (and sometimes the entire four or five verses) before singing.
One beautiful September morning the pastor of the old brick church had read the first verse of the opening hymn and the musician had seated herself at the melodian when Denny McGee with the old switch engine No. 88 came snorting up Fifth street pulling a long string of loaded box cars and the noise of the engine was fairly deafening so the young lady at the keyboard waited quietly until Denny shut off his engine and all was quiet. And then, as she played the opening bars, the choir and congregation arose and out on the Sabbath stillness floated the music of a grand old hymn, "How Firm A Foundation Ye Saints of the Lord."
The singers had just begun the second line when Denny put the old 88 in the back motion and began back down in the yard. Noise? There were no automatic couplers in those days, the old link and pin being still in use with about six inches of slack between each drawhead and just as the words "Is Laid For Your Faith' rang out, Denny slammed 'em together. Denny 'laid 'em all right, laid 'em cold, for the very earth shook while the walls trembled and the windows rattled like castanets. The remainder of that hymn may have been heard by the listening angels but it failed to reach the Methodists. The choir might have been singing, "Mother May I Go Down to Swim," without any one being the wiser. Among the singers that morning was the late Judge J. S. Altman who possessed a fine bass voice and a keen sense of humor and when anything tickled him he would laugh 'tho the Heavens fall.' Mr. Altman said afterward that the 'foundation' was firm enough but that Denny McGee sure shook up the side walls.
"Brother Magoune is right when he said that 'those were the days of real sport.'
"Can you wonder, Mr. Editor, that the favorite hymn of so many old Davenporters should be 'I Love To Tell the Story.' "
—The Davenport Democrat and Leader, Davenport, Iowa, July 16, 1922, p. 13.
Note: Next is the article from "last Sunday", in which Mr. Magoune mentions the old Methodist organ.
Recalls Pioneer Days when Hiram Price Found Organ Too Giddy for Methodist Worship
D. Orrine Magoune, who has memories of the Davenport of 40 years ago when the First Methodist church was where the Hastings apartment now stands on Brady street hill-top, the Baptist church was down on Fourth and Perry streets and the old Gazette, for which he worked as a printer, with the late Edward Russell editor, was on East Third street, is spending the week-end in Davenport, having come from Cincinnati, where he has been making his home for the past several years.
"Those were 'The days of real sport,' " said Mr. Magoune, reminiscently, as he settled down in one of The Democrat's easy chairs, pushed back his hat and looked around for a convenient desk on which to rest his boots, while he recalled old times.
"I miss lots of folks around here! Yes, I knew Edward Russell and Charlie Russell — he's Charles Edward now — and Warren Teele was in the postoffice and Hiram Price was in all his glory at that time as congressman — and by golly, it was Hiram who found the new organ they'd just put in the Methodist church at the top of Brady street hill too giddy for him and he had it taken out. I believe they sold it second-hand — hated to lose the price, you know.
"I've been a newspaper man and all-'round reporter all my life, and pencil and paper are my daily companions," and the veteran of many reportorial scoops opened a small black traveling portfolio he carried which was packed with his traveling kit, paper and a pencil or two being conspicuously handy.
The traveler went on to say he hardly knew the old town which had been his home for so many years, "and I do miss the old friends." Mr. Magoune is the author of an attractive little book entitled "Life in Florida," which is full of quaint humor, bits of stories, rhymes, anecdotes and considerable matter of interest to the Florida visitor. He has been in the habit of spending his winters for the past number of years south of the Mason and Dixie line, explaining, "I just can't stand these northern winds."
Mr. Magoune is the son of the late Dr. George F. Magoune, who first came from Maine to become president of Iowa college, Ames, a position he held for 20 years. Iowa was then part of the Territory of Wisconsin. His father was a freshman at Bowdoin college when Longfellow was a senior. Recalling the stately presence and fine physique of Dr. Magoune, he said his father had supplied the pulpit of the Congregational church here a number of times in the early days.
Altho getting along in years and using a cane at times, Mr. Magoune preserves something of his spritely stride of more youthful days, and his eye is keen and his hand — and by the way he has the long tapering fingers and slim artistic hand one finds in the artist and among those whose trend in life has been towards the arts — holds the expressive gesture articulate with feeling which one associates most closely with the writer, musician or painter.
Mr. Magoune stated he was here "on business for just a few days and very glad to see how Davenport has grown and progressed." He goes back to Cincinnati shortly.
—The Davenport Democrat and Leader, Davenport, Iowa, July 9, 1922, p. 11.
Printer's Devil On Gazette in '73 Recalls Melodian in Church At 5th and Brady St.
Do you remember 'way back when the old brick church at Fifth and Brady streets housed the congregation of the First Methodist church? Will H. Hitchcock, printer's devil on the old Davenport Gazette in '73, having read with deep interest the interview with Mr. Magoune, veteran printer on the same journal years ago, which appeared in last Sunday's issue of The Democrat, especially Mr. Magoune's reference to the Methodist church organ, writes as follows:
"Mr. Magoune's reference to the Methodist church organ causes me to wonder how many Davenporters are still living who remember when the same congregation worshiped in the old brick church, still standing on the northeast corner of Fifth and Brady street, and who also remember the little old 'Jubilee' Melodian made by the New Haven Organ Co., which supplied the congregation with instrumental music each Sabbath.
"That melodian was a tiny affair in a rosewood case slightly larger than an ordinary suitcase, set on four spindly legs, and with round wooden rods connecting the bellows with the brass foot pedals underneath. It was about a 3-4-caret, 22-caliber, double action instrument, at least it took the double quick action of both feet to supply wind enough in the bellows.
Occasionally the musician's foot would slip off one of the brass pedals and at such times the instrument would give forth a long shuddering sigh and quit cold, like a horse with the heaves. The order of worship was different in those days from what it is now, for instead of singing the Doxology and Glory Be at the opening of the services, the Doxology was always saved 'til the last, like a piece of apple pie, and was sang just before the benediction was pronounced. It was also the custom of all ministers of that period to read the first verse of each hymn (and sometimes the entire four or five verses) before singing.
One beautiful September morning the pastor of the old brick church had read the first verse of the opening hymn and the musician had seated herself at the melodian when Denny McGee with the old switch engine No. 88 came snorting up Fifth street pulling a long string of loaded box cars and the noise of the engine was fairly deafening so the young lady at the keyboard waited quietly until Denny shut off his engine and all was quiet. And then, as she played the opening bars, the choir and congregation arose and out on the Sabbath stillness floated the music of a grand old hymn, "How Firm A Foundation Ye Saints of the Lord."
The singers had just begun the second line when Denny put the old 88 in the back motion and began back down in the yard. Noise? There were no automatic couplers in those days, the old link and pin being still in use with about six inches of slack between each drawhead and just as the words "Is Laid For Your Faith' rang out, Denny slammed 'em together. Denny 'laid 'em all right, laid 'em cold, for the very earth shook while the walls trembled and the windows rattled like castanets. The remainder of that hymn may have been heard by the listening angels but it failed to reach the Methodists. The choir might have been singing, "Mother May I Go Down to Swim," without any one being the wiser. Among the singers that morning was the late Judge J. S. Altman who possessed a fine bass voice and a keen sense of humor and when anything tickled him he would laugh 'tho the Heavens fall.' Mr. Altman said afterward that the 'foundation' was firm enough but that Denny McGee sure shook up the side walls.
"Brother Magoune is right when he said that 'those were the days of real sport.'
"Can you wonder, Mr. Editor, that the favorite hymn of so many old Davenporters should be 'I Love To Tell the Story.' "
—The Davenport Democrat and Leader, Davenport, Iowa, July 16, 1922, p. 13.
Note: Next is the article from "last Sunday", in which Mr. Magoune mentions the old Methodist organ.
Recalls Pioneer Days when Hiram Price Found Organ Too Giddy for Methodist Worship
D. Orrine Magoune, who has memories of the Davenport of 40 years ago when the First Methodist church was where the Hastings apartment now stands on Brady street hill-top, the Baptist church was down on Fourth and Perry streets and the old Gazette, for which he worked as a printer, with the late Edward Russell editor, was on East Third street, is spending the week-end in Davenport, having come from Cincinnati, where he has been making his home for the past several years.
"Those were 'The days of real sport,' " said Mr. Magoune, reminiscently, as he settled down in one of The Democrat's easy chairs, pushed back his hat and looked around for a convenient desk on which to rest his boots, while he recalled old times.
"I miss lots of folks around here! Yes, I knew Edward Russell and Charlie Russell — he's Charles Edward now — and Warren Teele was in the postoffice and Hiram Price was in all his glory at that time as congressman — and by golly, it was Hiram who found the new organ they'd just put in the Methodist church at the top of Brady street hill too giddy for him and he had it taken out. I believe they sold it second-hand — hated to lose the price, you know.
"I've been a newspaper man and all-'round reporter all my life, and pencil and paper are my daily companions," and the veteran of many reportorial scoops opened a small black traveling portfolio he carried which was packed with his traveling kit, paper and a pencil or two being conspicuously handy.
The traveler went on to say he hardly knew the old town which had been his home for so many years, "and I do miss the old friends." Mr. Magoune is the author of an attractive little book entitled "Life in Florida," which is full of quaint humor, bits of stories, rhymes, anecdotes and considerable matter of interest to the Florida visitor. He has been in the habit of spending his winters for the past number of years south of the Mason and Dixie line, explaining, "I just can't stand these northern winds."
Mr. Magoune is the son of the late Dr. George F. Magoune, who first came from Maine to become president of Iowa college, Ames, a position he held for 20 years. Iowa was then part of the Territory of Wisconsin. His father was a freshman at Bowdoin college when Longfellow was a senior. Recalling the stately presence and fine physique of Dr. Magoune, he said his father had supplied the pulpit of the Congregational church here a number of times in the early days.
Altho getting along in years and using a cane at times, Mr. Magoune preserves something of his spritely stride of more youthful days, and his eye is keen and his hand — and by the way he has the long tapering fingers and slim artistic hand one finds in the artist and among those whose trend in life has been towards the arts — holds the expressive gesture articulate with feeling which one associates most closely with the writer, musician or painter.
Mr. Magoune stated he was here "on business for just a few days and very glad to see how Davenport has grown and progressed." He goes back to Cincinnati shortly.
—The Davenport Democrat and Leader, Davenport, Iowa, July 9, 1922, p. 11.
Monday, May 28, 2007
That Awful Day Will Surely Come
1907
The Congregation Smiled
Two country clergymen had agreed to exchange pulpits on a certain date. One of them made the following solemn announcement to his congregation on the Sabbath previous to the event:
"My dear brethren and sisters, I have the pleasure of stating that on next Sunday morning the Rev. Zachariah B. Day will preach for you. Let us now sing two verses of hymn No. 489, 'That Awful Day Will Surely Come.'"
And it took him some time to discover why the congregation smiled.
A Queer Custom
Curious Basket Ceremony of Siamese Ancestral Worship
If the "basket supper" of worthy tradition is a feature of New England church sociability, the orient has a fashion of its own connected with baskets, and religious ceremony. Mary Cost, in her book on Siam, tells of a custom which forms a mysterious part of Siamese ancestral worship.
The ceremony is called krachat, which means basket. When the time for observing it is at hand, the king commands the princess to make large baskets and to buy articles with which to fill them. Around the palace booths are built, covered with red and white cloth, and here the baskets are displayed. The king himself goes out to inspect them.
The baskets are filled with all sorts of things, from rice, sweetmeats, sugar, cakes and onions to articles of a more lasting nature. The baskets are woven in all sorts of curious shapes. One may be in the form of a cart hauled by two buffaloes covered with tobacco instead of hair and with many useful things in the cart. Tree baskets have all sorts of articles hanging to the branches, such as saws, knives, handkerchiefs, and so forth. Bushel baskets are pierced with doors, in and out of which run automatic dolls covered with coins. Some of the baskets are immense, being sixteen feet long.
The show lasts a week, at the end of which the priests draw lots for the spoil.
The Congregation Smiled
Two country clergymen had agreed to exchange pulpits on a certain date. One of them made the following solemn announcement to his congregation on the Sabbath previous to the event:
"My dear brethren and sisters, I have the pleasure of stating that on next Sunday morning the Rev. Zachariah B. Day will preach for you. Let us now sing two verses of hymn No. 489, 'That Awful Day Will Surely Come.'"
And it took him some time to discover why the congregation smiled.
A Queer Custom
Curious Basket Ceremony of Siamese Ancestral Worship
If the "basket supper" of worthy tradition is a feature of New England church sociability, the orient has a fashion of its own connected with baskets, and religious ceremony. Mary Cost, in her book on Siam, tells of a custom which forms a mysterious part of Siamese ancestral worship.
The ceremony is called krachat, which means basket. When the time for observing it is at hand, the king commands the princess to make large baskets and to buy articles with which to fill them. Around the palace booths are built, covered with red and white cloth, and here the baskets are displayed. The king himself goes out to inspect them.
The baskets are filled with all sorts of things, from rice, sweetmeats, sugar, cakes and onions to articles of a more lasting nature. The baskets are woven in all sorts of curious shapes. One may be in the form of a cart hauled by two buffaloes covered with tobacco instead of hair and with many useful things in the cart. Tree baskets have all sorts of articles hanging to the branches, such as saws, knives, handkerchiefs, and so forth. Bushel baskets are pierced with doors, in and out of which run automatic dolls covered with coins. Some of the baskets are immense, being sixteen feet long.
The show lasts a week, at the end of which the priests draw lots for the spoil.
Monday, May 14, 2007
"Throw Out the Life Line" Song Writer to Preach
New Jersey, 1907
"LIFE LINE" PREACHER'S PLANS
The Rev Mr. Ufford, author of "Throw Out the Life Line," will speak and sing at the Clinton Avenue Baptist Church tomorrow evening by invitation of Pastor Conklin on "The Ministry of Gospel Song." He will also preach at the Olivet Baptist Church, Mulberry Street and Ohio Avenue, at 10:30 o'clock on "The Divine Life Saver." He will then go to Camden to plan for the following Sunday.
—Trenton Evening Times, Trenton, N.J., Dec. 7, 1907, p. 8.
Note: Rev. Edward S. Ufford, 1851-1929.
"LIFE LINE" PREACHER'S PLANS
The Rev Mr. Ufford, author of "Throw Out the Life Line," will speak and sing at the Clinton Avenue Baptist Church tomorrow evening by invitation of Pastor Conklin on "The Ministry of Gospel Song." He will also preach at the Olivet Baptist Church, Mulberry Street and Ohio Avenue, at 10:30 o'clock on "The Divine Life Saver." He will then go to Camden to plan for the following Sunday.
—Trenton Evening Times, Trenton, N.J., Dec. 7, 1907, p. 8.
Note: Rev. Edward S. Ufford, 1851-1929.
Monday, May 7, 2007
Reverend Who Wrote "Onward, Christian Soldiers" Dying
1923
By Arthur Brisbane
The Reverend Baring-Gould, 90 year old, is dying at his Devonshire home in England. That means something to millions of Americans, who will not know it, untold that Baring-Gould wrote "Onward, Christian Soldiers."
How many recall the country school house prayer meeting, after a long walk on muddy roads, on Sunday evenings, or the Sunday school, in the old church, of millions that see this announcement. How many, as little children, sang the words "Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, with the cross of Jesus going on before," and admiring the old lady in the camels-hair shawl, about to make her voice quiver as she sang.
Baring-Gould will meet in heaven many that will say "I used to sing your hymn." Perhaps they sing it there.
—Nevada State Journal, Reno, Nevada, Dec. 17, 1923, p. 1 .
By Arthur Brisbane
The Reverend Baring-Gould, 90 year old, is dying at his Devonshire home in England. That means something to millions of Americans, who will not know it, untold that Baring-Gould wrote "Onward, Christian Soldiers."
How many recall the country school house prayer meeting, after a long walk on muddy roads, on Sunday evenings, or the Sunday school, in the old church, of millions that see this announcement. How many, as little children, sang the words "Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, with the cross of Jesus going on before," and admiring the old lady in the camels-hair shawl, about to make her voice quiver as she sang.
Baring-Gould will meet in heaven many that will say "I used to sing your hymn." Perhaps they sing it there.
—Nevada State Journal, Reno, Nevada, Dec. 17, 1923, p. 1 .
Played "Trust and Obey," Then Premonition of Death
1913
Youth Has Premonition of Death, but Declares Himself Ready
Kansas City, Mo. — Earl Orvis, twenty-one years old was drowned in the Missouri River while practicing for the ten-mile swimming event.
The family of young Orvis believe he had a premonition of death. Last night at his home he played the strains of "Trust and Obey" on his cornet.
Suddenly throwing the instrument aside, he turned to his mother and told her he was ready to do as the words of the song be played suggested.
Sunday morning the young man with his mother went to the Holy Catholic church, where Orvis confessed and received the blessing.
In the afternoon he went with a companion for his practice for the swimming contest. He swam several miles and was crossing the river to make a landing when he sank. Efforts to find the body were unavailing.
"Earl knew something was going to happen," sobbed his mother, when told of the drowning. "It was God's will. Earl trusted and obeyed."
—The Evening Tribune, Albert Lea, MN, Sept. 2, 1913, p. 6.
Youth Has Premonition of Death, but Declares Himself Ready
Kansas City, Mo. — Earl Orvis, twenty-one years old was drowned in the Missouri River while practicing for the ten-mile swimming event.
The family of young Orvis believe he had a premonition of death. Last night at his home he played the strains of "Trust and Obey" on his cornet.
Suddenly throwing the instrument aside, he turned to his mother and told her he was ready to do as the words of the song be played suggested.
Sunday morning the young man with his mother went to the Holy Catholic church, where Orvis confessed and received the blessing.
In the afternoon he went with a companion for his practice for the swimming contest. He swam several miles and was crossing the river to make a landing when he sank. Efforts to find the body were unavailing.
"Earl knew something was going to happen," sobbed his mother, when told of the drowning. "It was God's will. Earl trusted and obeyed."
—The Evening Tribune, Albert Lea, MN, Sept. 2, 1913, p. 6.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
"Fire From Heaven" To Be Radio Subject
1931
"Fire from Heaven" will be the subject of a sermon to be broadcast from radio station WOBU at 10:30 o'clock this morning during the Y. M. C. A. hour, by the Rev. W. C. Gray, new pastor of the Church of God on Florida street.
The program will include two solos by Herbert Johnson entitled "The Day Without a Cloud" (Ackley) and "Will There Be Any Stars in My Crown?" (Gabriel). Mrs. T. C. McConnell will also sing a group of gospel hymns.
—The Charleston Gazette, Charleston, WV, Sept. 23, 1931, p. 3.
"Fire from Heaven" will be the subject of a sermon to be broadcast from radio station WOBU at 10:30 o'clock this morning during the Y. M. C. A. hour, by the Rev. W. C. Gray, new pastor of the Church of God on Florida street.
The program will include two solos by Herbert Johnson entitled "The Day Without a Cloud" (Ackley) and "Will There Be Any Stars in My Crown?" (Gabriel). Mrs. T. C. McConnell will also sing a group of gospel hymns.
—The Charleston Gazette, Charleston, WV, Sept. 23, 1931, p. 3.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Ira D. Sankey's Affliction
1903
Singer and Evangelist Will Probably Lose Sight In His Eye
New York, March 7. — The family of Ira D. Sankey has issued a statement prepared by an eye specialist who has been attending the evangelist. It says the evangelist's affliction was caused by overwork, and concludes with the statement that in the right eye the recovery of a moderate amount of sight is probable, but that "the left eye has not responded to treatment as the other has done, and at this time any anticipation that sight in this eye will be restored is hardly justifiable."
Singer and Evangelist Will Probably Lose Sight In His Eye
New York, March 7. — The family of Ira D. Sankey has issued a statement prepared by an eye specialist who has been attending the evangelist. It says the evangelist's affliction was caused by overwork, and concludes with the statement that in the right eye the recovery of a moderate amount of sight is probable, but that "the left eye has not responded to treatment as the other has done, and at this time any anticipation that sight in this eye will be restored is hardly justifiable."
Monday, April 16, 2007
Church Notes: "The Teachings of Popular Hymns"
Waukesha, Wisconsin, 1911
Rev. F. D. Butler will give a series of addresses on "The Teachings of the Popular Hymns and Their Authors," at St. Matthias' church on Sunday evenings during a portion of the winter.
The young people of the Evangelical church will give a basket social. Friday evening, November 24, at the home of Mr. and Mrs. J. J. Lang, 301 Brookfield Ave. They will meet at the church at 7:30 p. m. Everybody is invited to come.
The regular monthly meeting of the Home Missionary society of the M. E. church will be held Friday afternoon at 3 o'clock, sharp, at the home of Mrs. John Becker, corner Lincoln and Oakland Aves. Miss Amanda Flattery of Carroll College will give an address on the subject of Mormonism, and there will be special music. This society is preparing a Christmas box to be sent to the frontier and contributions are solicited from all members and friends of the Methodist congregation.
—The Waukesha Freeman, Waukesha, Wisconsin, November 23, 1911, page 4.
Rev. F. D. Butler will give a series of addresses on "The Teachings of the Popular Hymns and Their Authors," at St. Matthias' church on Sunday evenings during a portion of the winter.
The young people of the Evangelical church will give a basket social. Friday evening, November 24, at the home of Mr. and Mrs. J. J. Lang, 301 Brookfield Ave. They will meet at the church at 7:30 p. m. Everybody is invited to come.
The regular monthly meeting of the Home Missionary society of the M. E. church will be held Friday afternoon at 3 o'clock, sharp, at the home of Mrs. John Becker, corner Lincoln and Oakland Aves. Miss Amanda Flattery of Carroll College will give an address on the subject of Mormonism, and there will be special music. This society is preparing a Christmas box to be sent to the frontier and contributions are solicited from all members and friends of the Methodist congregation.
—The Waukesha Freeman, Waukesha, Wisconsin, November 23, 1911, page 4.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Reception for Fanny J. Crosby Tonight (1899)
Syracuse, New York, 1899
Reception to Fanny J. Crosby
Fanny J. Crosby, the blind hymn writer, will give an entertainment this evening at the Bellevue Avenue M.E. church. After the programme a reception will be given to Miss Crosby. The programme follows:
Singing by the congregation of one of Fanny J. Crosby's hymns.
Prayer
Introduction, by the pastor.
Recitation of her poems, Fanny J. Crosby.
Duet, selection from F. J. Crosby, by Mr. and Mrs. Frank Huntley.
Reminiscences from her life, by Fanny J. Crosby.
Personal associations with Fanny Crosby at Tully Lake, by Mrs. John Roberts.
Solo, "Hide Thou Me," (F. J. Crosby), by Mrs. W. C. Baird.
Recitations (humorous), Fanny J. Crosby.
Ladies' quartet, "Speed Away" (F. J. Crosby), Mrs. Gallagher, Mrs. Baird, Mrs. Houghton and Mrs. Huntley.
Recitations, Fanny J. Crosby.
Singing by the congregation, "All the Way My Saviour Leads Me" (F. J. Crosby).
—The Evening Herald, Syracuse, New York, August 29, 1899, page 5.
Reception to Fanny J. Crosby
Fanny J. Crosby, the blind hymn writer, will give an entertainment this evening at the Bellevue Avenue M.E. church. After the programme a reception will be given to Miss Crosby. The programme follows:
Singing by the congregation of one of Fanny J. Crosby's hymns.
Prayer
Introduction, by the pastor.
Recitation of her poems, Fanny J. Crosby.
Duet, selection from F. J. Crosby, by Mr. and Mrs. Frank Huntley.
Reminiscences from her life, by Fanny J. Crosby.
Personal associations with Fanny Crosby at Tully Lake, by Mrs. John Roberts.
Solo, "Hide Thou Me," (F. J. Crosby), by Mrs. W. C. Baird.
Recitations (humorous), Fanny J. Crosby.
Ladies' quartet, "Speed Away" (F. J. Crosby), Mrs. Gallagher, Mrs. Baird, Mrs. Houghton and Mrs. Huntley.
Recitations, Fanny J. Crosby.
Singing by the congregation, "All the Way My Saviour Leads Me" (F. J. Crosby).
—The Evening Herald, Syracuse, New York, August 29, 1899, page 5.
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