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The Life And Death Of Edward Carr
On Jan. 10, 1920, Edward Carr, pastor of Providence Chapel, Bath, entered into rest. The removal by death of my late beloved husband came most mercifully. He had got out of bed about 12.30, and fallen asleep in his chair about 12.50 his head drooped, his spirit had fled. He was sitting with hands clasped, as was usual when he slept in his chair, and looking most peaceful, all the weariness gone, and a little smile around his eyes. I do not propose to give an account of my husband's life, as the earlier part was written by himself in the " Chronicles of a Chequered Pathway,"* and many, especially in Manchester and London, will have the memory of his sermons fresh in their minds.…
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The Life And Testimony Of Edward Carr
The spiritually minded and Christ-exalting author of those monthly articles in this Magazine, bearing the title "The Loveliness of Christ," deserves a niche among the worthies whom—for the grace of God that is in them—we delight to honour, in so far as our Portrait page is concerned. "And we beseech you, brethren, to know them which labour among you, and are over you in the Lord, and admonish you; and to esteem them very highly for their work's sake." There is a special pleasure in "knowing" the faithful servants of Christ, in features and by report, whom we have never met in the body. And it is one of the felt privileges of our own editorial position to introduce to our readers authentic likenesses of…
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The Life And Ministry Of Frederick Holden
Dear Brother Winters,—At your repeated and special request, I send a few particulars respecting myself, for insertion in the Earthen Vessel & Gospel Herald. I was born into this world on June 5th, 1834, in the village of Brettenham, near Wattisham, Suffolk. When I was about three years old my parents removed to Rattlesden, where I lived with them until I was 16, attending the Baptist Chapel there, of which my grandfather, the late John Cooper, of Drinkstone, may be said to have been the founder. Both my parents were members of the Church meeting there, and my father, Michael Holden, was well known among the Churches in Suffolk for many years. I have nothing special to record in relation to my boyhood, except that…
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Funeral Sermon On The Occasion Of John Kershaw’s Death
My Dear Friends,—I stand here to fulfil a promise made to our departed brother, John Kershaw. At his request, I promised that if I outlived him, I would preach a funeral sermon to his memory. This request was first made on or about the 30th of Jan., 1866, and renewed the last time we met before his last affliction. To fulfil a promise made to one already in glory has in it the appearance of carrying out part of a "will," and shows something of that confiding friendship the battering and blasting storms of time cannot wither or decay. This friendship is found in all its freshness and beauty only amongst those who are united to Christ the living Vine. Brethren, may your hearts be…
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An Appreciation Letter Upon The Death Of John Kershaw
Dear Friends,—I knew Mr. Kershaw for about 32 years, for about 27 intimately. Before I knew him I heard him spoken of as an Antinomian. I at that time was under deep distress of soul from law-work. When I heard him preach for the first time, I had never in my life heard a gospel sermon before. His sermon was the means of taking such a weight off my mind that I went home rejoicing in the God of my salvation. It was preached in a large club-room at Wadsworth, near Hebden Bridge, and the room was filled. Many of us went home talking of his sermon. By the Holy Spirit's power and grace of God, the sermon just fitted my case, and gave me…
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The Life And Ministry Of John Kershaw
Last month it was our painful duty to announce the death of Mr. Philpot; and this month our pain is renewed by our having to announce the death of Mr. Kershaw. The hope which was raised, by a little improvement in his health, that he might be spared yet a short time longer as a blessing to the churches, though only for lighter labours than formerly, has been dashed to the ground and shivered as a delicate china bowl falling from the hand. We have been favoured with the following from the pen of a once kind and faithful servant, but now a married wife (who was much with our dear departed one), aided by the bereaved and sorrowing widow: Mr. Kershaw returned home from…
