BISHOP L. H. HOLSEY, D.D. autobiography, SERMONS, ADDRESSES, And Essays OF* BISHOP L. H.HOLSEY, D D. Atlanta, Georgia : The Franklin Printing and Pdbtjshing Co. (Geo. W. Harrison, State Printer, Manager.) ' 1898. CONTENTS. page PREFACE 3 INTRODUCTION 5/ AUTOBIOGRAPHY , 9 SERMONS. SERMON I. Man an Ideal Empire in Miniature. Psalms 8 : 4.—"What is man, that thou art mindful of him ? and the son of man, that thou visitest him ?" i 33 SERMON II. The Irrepressible Conflict. I. John 3 :8.—" For this purpose the Son of God was manifested : that he might destroy the works of the devil." 43 SERMON III. The Fatherhood of God and the Brotherhood of Man. Romans I' 14.—" I am debtor both to the Greeks, and to the barba¬ rians ; both to the wise, and to the unwise." 57 SERMON IV. Christianity Shiloh's Empire. Genesis 49 : 10.—The sceptre shall not depart from Judah, nor a law¬ giver from between his feet, until Shiloh come ; unto him shall the gathering of the people be." 67 SERMON V. The Song of Believers. Psalms 101: I.-*-"I will sing of mercy and judgment: unto thee, O Lord, will I sing." 79 it CONTENTS. SERMON VI. The Rich and the Poor. Proverbs 22: 2.—"The rich and the poor meet together: the Lord is the maker of them all." 91 SERMON VII. The Perpetuity of the Name of Christ. Psalms 45:17.—"I will make thy name to be remembered in all gener¬ ations : therefore shall the people praise thee forever and ever.' . . 101 SERMON VIII. From Repentance to Final Restitution. Acts 3 : 19-21.—"Repent ye therefore, and be ye converted, that your sins may be blotted out when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord; and he shall send Jesus Christ, which before was preached unto you: whom the heaven must re¬ ceive until the times of restitution of all things." Ill SERMON IX. Deep Concern for the Welfare of Zion. Isaiah 62 :1.—"For Zion's sake will I not hold my peace, and for Jeru¬ salem's sake I will not rest? ufitil the righteousness thereof go forth as brightness, and the salvation thereof as a lamp that burneth.".. 124 SERMON X. Life and Death. II. Timothy 1 :10.—" Who hath abolished death, and hath brought life and immortality to light through the gospel " 136 SERMON XI. The Insufficiency of the Wisdom of Man. I. Cor. 2 : 5.—" That your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God." 146 SERMON XII. Why We Should Love God. Matt. 22 : 40.—On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets." * 159 CONTENTS. r SERMON XIII. The Work of an Enemy. Matt. 13 : 28.—" And he said unto them, an enemy hath done this.".. . 172 SERMON XIV. Holiness and Peace. Hebrews 12 : 14.—" Follow peace with all men, and holiness, without which no man shall see the Lord." 181 SERMON XV. The Unity of Christianity. I. Cor. 3 : 21.—Therefore let no man glory in men ; for all things are yours." 192 ESSAYS, ADDRESSES, Etc. The Christmas 203 The Unity of Force 210 The Colored Methodist Episcopal Church 214 The Origin and Place of Religion in Civilization 220 Amalgamation or Miscegenation 233 Speech Delivered before Several Conferences of the M. E. Church, South 239 Beligion ■. 249 Southern Methodism and the Slaves 253 The Papacy 257 The Image of God in Man 266 The Trend of Civilization 273 The Great Presence 279 TJie Connection of the Spirit and Body 283 PREFACE. This book is published with the hope of doing good in more ways than will be expedient to state at this time. It is intended not only to disseminate the truths and glory of the gospel system, but also, as far as possible, to in¬ spire the Negro to think, and to encourage investigation, literary advancement and authorship by men of my race. The sermons, essays, etc., are selected from what I have been preaching and writing for the last deca.de. Origi¬ nally, the sermons were not designed for publication, but for private use. The lectures and essays, with few ex¬ ceptions, were designed for the public, and most of theni have appeared in the public prints. I have written as I have thought, always following what seemed to be the truth, the conclusions of others, save the inspired Word, to the contrary notwithstanding. Rev. Prof. John W Gilbert, A.B., A.M., of The Paine Institute, is the immediate cause of the appearance of the book upon the arena of thought and action. Often he has urged me to publish a book of sermons for the sake of helping the church and race of which I am a representa¬ tive. He has gone so far as to become sponsor for its publication. Also, he has, in collaboration with Rev. Geo. Williams Walker, D.D., President of The Paine Institute, read the manuscript and corrected the proof. Gladly do I take this opportunity of thanking these two distin¬ guished scholars for the labor which they have so patient¬ ly and willingly bestowed upon these pages. I am in¬ capable of expressing the high appreciation and esteem which their labor upon this book begets. Their labor, of course, was confined to the mechanical make-up of the 4 PREFACE. book. For its doctrines and sentiments I am solely and independently responsible. Twenty per cent, of the net proceeds of the sale of this volume I shall give to The Paine Institute. If by this book the kingdom of Christ and the uplift of mankind are promoted even in the slightest degree, my prayers will have been abundantly answered. The Author. Atlanta, Ga., March 31, 1898. INTRODUCTION. I take real pleasure in introducing this volume of ser¬ mons to the public. Not that a volume of sermons is a rarity, but the present one occupies in several respects a unique position, in that it represents the production of an ex-slave, who without the aid of school, and, despite untoward circumstances, exemplifies what aspirations the missionaries to the slave awakened and that civil law could not put down. This pleasure is enhanced by an acquaintance with its author for fourteen yejirs that has endeared him to my heart as an hohored friend. Bishop Lucius H. Holsey was a member of the Metho¬ dist Episcopal Church, South. He represents a faithful product of the ihissionary zeal of this church that was awakened by Bishop Capers in founding the missions to the^slaves. His fidelity to trust and zeal for the salvation of souls caused him to be appointed a local preacher be¬ fore emancipation. So that when the changed conditions that followed in the wake of the civil war came upon the church he was an active exponent of that conservative force that resulted in the organization of the Colored Methodist Episcopal Church in America. Not only is the Bishop one of the organizers of his church, but he has ever been promotive of its highest and best interests, and the source by far of its public documents. He has supervised the editorial work of all his church's literature, compiling its hymn book, discipline, manual of the discipline, etc. He discerns in slavery a providential blessing to both white and black—a harsh measure to bring the ignorant Negro in contact with the educated Caucassian. He as firmly regards emancipation as the very best measure for 6 INTRODUCTION. the development of the highest interest alike for the white man and the black. His views are to be seen in his autobiography and in his recent address delivered before many of our annual conferences. Deprived of the advantages of the school room, he has been a close student of men and nature. He gives us a partial insight to the manful effort he put forth to edu¬ cate himself as best he could. We see in his autobiogra¬ phy what books he read. What influence these books had upon him is seen in many of his sermons. He was in a situation to appreciate the great need of school train¬ ing. He has for years represented the foremost demands and zeal of educational endeavor in the interest of his own church. He presented the first plans for a school for the youth of his church which developed into The Paine Institute. He was the first colored man to give money to the erection of such a school. While Rev. W. C. Dunlap, of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, was Commissioner of Education, just before Eev. W. M. Hayes, of the same church became commissioner, Bishop Holsey, by advice of Bishop E. R. Hendrix, of the Methodist Epis¬ copal Church, South, went before the Missouri Conference of the same church, and presenting the claims of *The Paine Institute, collected between three and four hun¬ dred dollars for a much needed building. Thus providen¬ tially thrust out he kept on before the conferences of this church until he had collected about $3,000 from only a few of the conferences. As it was largely through his influence that the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, was aroused to the demand of the Colored Methodist Episcopal Church for Christian education of her children, so it was eminently fit for the burden of awakening a deeper enthusiasm in the educational work to devolve upon him. Therefore- at the urgent solicitation of the Board of Education of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, backed by appointment and request of the Board of Trus- INTRODUCTION. 7 tees of The Paine Institute, the Bishop went before this church with an appeal for $25,000 to erect a building at this school to be known as the Haygood Memorial Hall. He is not in any wise a commissioner of education, but at the urgent solicitation of his brethren is actively ask¬ ing money for the erection of this hall. As if this were not enough he contributes a handsome per cent, of the sale of this volume to the erection of the Haygood Memo¬ rial Hall. Bishop Holsey is the best known Bishop of the Colored Methodist Episcopal Church. He has represented his church on several occasions, both by pen and person. In the New York Independent his church has been presented to the public by articles from his pen. At the Ecumeni¬ cal Conference in London, he represented his church as her chosen delegate. His appeal to the General Confer¬ ence of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, in behalf of a school for the youth of his church resulted in the es¬ tablishment and maintenance of The Paine Institute, at Augusta, Georgia. Bishop Holsey is an eloquent preacher whose mind has a decidedly philosophical trend. He has appeared before many large gatherings of the people, sometimes made up wholly of white persons, as preacher, lecturer, orator. In each sphere he has acquitted himself well and brought about most beneficial results. He is the Munsey of the Colored Methodist Episcopal Church. Without further delay I present this book to the public. Whatever is found in it that is helpful and praiseworthy attribute to the heart and mind of its author; whatever of shortcoming or imperfection, attribute to the lack of education, training &nd culturing development. George Williams Walker. AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF BISHOP L. H. HOLSEY. I was born in Georgia, near Columbus, in 1842, and at that time was the slave of James Holsey, who was also mj father. He was a gentleman of classical education, dignified in appearance and manner of life, and repre¬ sented that old antebellum class of Southern aristocracy who did not know enough of manual labor to black their own shoes or saddle their own horse. Like many others of his day and time he never married, but mingled, to some extent, with those females of the African race that were his slaves—his personal property. My mother was named Louisa, and was of pure African descent. She was of fascinating appearance and comely parts. Her father was named "Alex," and was an African of the Africans. He was short, thickset, and of a stubborn and massive build. He lived to be nearly a hundred years of age. So far as I know, all his children were daughters, of whom my mother was the youngest. She was an intensely religious woman, a most exemplary Christian, and belonged to the M. E. Church, South. She had fourteen children, myself being the oldest. I lived with her until about six years of age, when my father died, and I became the property of Mr. T. L. Wynn, who lived in Sparta, Ga. Mr. Wynn was my second owner. I served 'him as body servant until 1857, when he died. A few days before his death he called me to his bed and told me that he was going to die, and 10 AUTOBIOGRAPHY. wanted me to choose one of two of his intimate friends as my master. He named the two friends and I chose Col. R. M. Johnston, with whom I lived until the emancipa¬ tion of the slaves. As he was a very kind man to his slaves, I remained on the plantation with him one year after the emancipation. From the fall of 1857 until the emancipation I was his house servant, and looked after his domestic interests in general. He had great confi¬ dence in me and trusted me with money and other valu¬ ables. In all things I was honest and true to him and his interests. Though young, I felt as much interest in his well-being as I have felt since in my own. I made it a special point never to lie to him or deceive him in any way. I felt that I could not afford to be false even to those who appeared to be my enslavers and oppress¬ ors, and I have never regretted this course in after years. The training that I received in the narrow house of slavery has been a minister of correction and mercy to me in all these years of struggle, trial, labor, and anxiety. I have no complaint against American slavery. It was a blessing in disguise to me and to many. It has made the negro race what it could not have been in its native land. Slavery was but a circumstance or a link in the transitions of humanity, and must have its great¬ est bearing upon the future. Col. Johnston, my last owner, had an interesting fam¬ ily of seven brilliant children and a brilliant wife. For them I have the best wishes and the highest esteem. In 1867-68 I cultivated a cotton farm in Hancock county, Ga., on rented land. My wife and I labored to make an honest living. Assisted by two young men whom I hired, I made a competent living. My house was built of skinned pine poles and contained two large rooms and a hall. It was so constructed that every part of the spacious building had windows, so that I was out of doors while 1 was in doors. In my humble palace on a hill in the woods beneath the shade of towering pines AUTOBIOGRAPHY. 11 and sturdy oaks, I felt as a king whose supreme com¬ mands were "law and gospel" to my subjects. Here I dwelt for two years cultivating the cotton farm and preaching at the same time. This was in the years of 1868-'69. Prior to this in 1866 I farmed on the old plan¬ tation of Col. Johnston. My wife then "took in washing" and I ran "a one-horse farm." Col. Johnston, the owner of the place, conducted a large boarding school, and my wife was laundress for the students. By this combina¬ tion of interests we made a "handsome living/' and all was well. From my youth I felt a call to preach the gospel, al¬ though I saw no opening for such a thing in the days of slavery; but still there was a hope and a lingering antici¬ pation that somehow, in the divine Arrangements, I would ultimately have an opportunity to proclaim God's truth. In the little church that stands beneath the oaks and cedars, in the village of Sparta, Ga., I was licensed to preach. It was in February, 1868, under the pasto¬ rate of Rev. A. J. Garrell, that I appeared before the Quarterly Conference. Rev. W. H. Potter, D.D., was the Presiding Elder. Bishop George F. Pierce being present, I had to be examined by him. He was a wonderful preacher, with wide influence, and august presence. Everybody loved, respected, and some almost adored him. Coming before such a high personage I was scared out of my wits, and all that I had previously known seemed to have taken the wings of the winds and fled away. But I was examined pretty closely, especially on the doctrines of the church, and the Bible, yet, somehow, I came out all right. In 1862 I was married to Miss Har¬ riett A. Turner, a girl then fifteen years of age, who had been reared by Bishop Pierce, and given by him to his son-in-law, Mr. Turner, as a maid for" his wife. We were married in the spacious hall of the Bishop's resi¬ dence by him on the 8th day of November, 1862. The Bishop's wife and daughters had provided for the occas- 12 AUTOBIOGRAPHY. ion a splendid repast of good things to eat. The table, richly spread, with turkey, ham, cake, and many other things, extended nearly the whole length of the spacious dining hall. "The house girls" and "the house boys'' and the most prominent persons of color were invited to the wedding of the colored "swells." The ladies com¬ posing the Bishop's family, dressed my bride in the gay¬ est and most artistic style, with red flowers and scarlet sashes predominating in the brilliant trail. As the gor¬ geous flashes of waving scarlet and white softly moved across the spacious hall and stood in the glare of the light, I thought I saw in my Harriett an angel in the dwarfed splendors of heaven as if ornamented with gems set upon a background of gold. In the vision of life that then threw its brightness upon me, I saw nothing but the roseate splendors of its triumphs and its glory. But since then 1 have seen something of its opposite phases, and know much of its trials, reverses and disappoint¬ ments. From the union thus formed fourteen children were born, but only nine of them lived. One of them, the first child, a daughter, died in her seventeenth year. The others died at birth. I have at present, eight living children, four of whom are boys. After I was licensed to preach in 1868, I belonged to the M. E. Church, South, as all colored people did who were Methodists in the slave States. In 1868 and 1869, I was on the Hancock circuit which covered the entire county. Rev. E. B. Oliver and myself were the pastors. I was senior and he junior. There were seven churches ,on the circuit, and we followed each other in rotation. Brother Oliver was a great preacher, also great in prayer and song. He was the popular man among the people and their ideal man and pastor. He had a clear, loud, high, ringing voice, with a rare depth of pathos and sweetness. He could make his voice thunder, thud, or scream, as the occasion required, and a few blasts, as it were, of his silver clarion, in that "age of stone" was AUTOBIOGRAPHY. 13 considered a wonderful sermon. One of the most diffi¬ cult things with which I had to contend, was to get from under the withering blight of his trumpet voice. The man that had the loudest Voice and the most dramatic emotions in pulpit or on platform, was necessarily, irrev¬ ocably, infallibly, and eternally in the estimation of the people, the great preacher, the flying angel of the ever¬ lasting gospel. But as I was farming, and not depend¬ ing on the people for a living, I continued common sense preaching, which was considered by the undiscerning multitudes as very dry. My hearers would often take a nap while I was trying to do my little talking. My voice was very poor, weak, and defective, which greatly mili¬ tated against me as a preacher. As a preacher's ability, in those days, was measured by his voice, a poor fellow like I was in a bad fix. It was noise that moved the multitudes, held the public ear, and like magic, swayed the public heart. For a long time I did not know where the trouble lay. I could not move the multitudes to tears like the junior preacher, although it was under¬ stood by the people that I was "the deeper reasoner," as they used to say, but was "no preacher." However, I never was discouraged by the adverse verdict of the peo¬ ple, because I had higher aims, ambition, and an unflag¬ ging industry which never faltered, but pressed every moment and opportunity into service that could be spared from the farm and circuit work. But it was voice that I needed more than learning or gospel. What shall I do to make it thunder, scream, screech, howl, or roar as did the junior preacher. I had heard of a great Grecian orator, who, to improve his voice, p\jt pebbles of stone in his mouth, and spoke against the loud roar of waves on the sea shore. As I lived in the hill country away from the great waters and as "there was no more sea" for me, I often spent an hour in the woods, and from a pine stump, serving as a temporary pulpit, I would take the text to be used on the next Sabbath, and from 14 A UTOBIO GRAPH7. it preach in a loud voice. I went through with all the gestures and attitudes with some respect for silent na¬ ture as was to be given to the listening congregation. A. stump was my pulpit, the trees, grape-vines, and the smaller daughters of the woods were my congregation, and the open heavens were the high dome under which 7 proclaimed the truth as best I could to a silent and emotionless multitude. This practice helped me wonder¬ fully, and soon I began to thunder and rattle like the other big preachers. No salary was fixed for the circuit preachers. Each man made his living in the sweat of his face, and preached on Sunday as best he could. But at the end of the second year it was proposed by some of the mem¬ bers of one of the churches to give the preachers a col¬ lection, and they willingly and generously gave us both the magnanimous gum of four dollars for the two years' services. We both were present, and a wide-awake and generons brother paid us the money, and with a triumph¬ ant air on his beaming countenance, said to us, in the tone of self-congratulation, "We are glad you don't preach for money, but for souls." Thus ended my first two years as circuit preacher. The memory of those two years is still fresh and green with its romance and "spiritual revelries." The following year (January 4th, 1869) Bishop Pierce called all the preachers of color, be¬ longing to the M. E. Church, South, in the State of Geor¬ gia to meet in Trinity church at Augusta. On the day appointed, about sixty of the preachers assembled in Conference, and here, under the presidency of Bishop Geo. F. Pierce, the first Annual Conference was organ¬ ized. Up to this time, all the colored preachers were merely local, and but few had received ordination. The material was very raw and untrained, and the men pre¬ sented that uncouth appearance that belonged to the earlier days of freedom. A few had on long coats, and "plug" or "stove-pipe" hats, and all who could, wore AUTOBIOGRAPHY. 15 long hair so as to look venerable, which was thought to be very becoming to ministerial dignity. To be in style and maintain the exalted dignity of the venerable par¬ sons, I was adorned with a bushy head of red hair, parted in the middle, and covered by a "stove-pipe hat" of in¬ definite length. Like many other young circuit riders, fresh from the "bushes," I began to suspect that I was a very wonderful personality, based especially upon the length of my hat, and the enormous amount of "the in¬ sufferable wool" upon which it was pillared. I made the same mistakes that I have often observed in young preachers in later years. I was too big a fool to know „ that 1 was a fool. But the wear and tear of years will correct such errors, and force our erratic manhood into line. Of this, conference of "raw re¬ cruits" I became a member. As there had to be a starting point, all the preachers who attended became at once full members of the Conference, and deacon's orders were given to most of them. At this Conference I was ordained a deacon by Bishop Pierce and sent to Savannah, Ga. After I had received the appointment I returned home, sold out my farming interests, abandoned the plow, gathered my family, and went to Savannah to take charge of the colored church known as "Andrew Chapel." But this church was seized upon by the A. M. E. Connection, and was then in litigation. As there was no way for me to get or use the church, the white people of Trinity church in Savannah gave me their library to preach in, which was located up stairs in the rear of the church. Lest we should come in conflict with the white congregation because of our noise, we held our meetings only in the afternoons on the Sabbath. Here I preached and labored as pastor with a membership of about fifteen for six months. As the church was in litigation and could not be obtained until the decision of the court, I returned to my home near Sparta, Ga. Up to this time I was very deficient in that training that was almost 16 AUTOBIOGRAPHY. absolutely essential for successful work in the ministry. I had a wife and three children to care for, and a very little of this world's goods. It is true, it required but little for their support, but then that little was essential. Happily for us, we lived two miles in the country from the town, where we had no rent to pay, no wood to buy, and were surrounded by plenty of vegetables and fruits. My wife milked a cow that was given to us by the owner of the place. We had chickens and eggs besides. I had learned to read to some extent in the days of slavery, and I thought that I knew it all, but going to Savannah was an "eye-opener," and I now had begun to see myself in the true light. Savannah was too big for me, and I wTas too little for Savannah. I learned by the dint of adverse conditions that the world had more in it than I had hitherto, calculated. As stated before, in 1857, when my second owner, Mr. T. L. Wynn, died, I became the property of Col. R. M. Johnston. In the early winter of that year he went to Athens, Ga., and became a professor in the State College. As an important part of his effects, I was carried along ' with him and his family as carriage driver, house ser¬ vant, and gardeher. I was then fifteen years of age. As soon as I arrived in Athens, I felt an insatiable crav¬ ing for some knowledge of books, and especially I was anxious to learn to read the Bible. What must I do? 1 was a slave and could not attend school, and it was con¬ sidered unwise, if not dangerous for slaves to read and write. But my owners, although strict, were very kind, especially my master. So I determined to learn to read at all hazards, and take whatever risks there might be connected with it. There was a junk house in the city where rags were sold. I gathered and saved all the rags that I could, and sold them that I might get some money with which to buy books. After weeks of toil and in¬ tense vigilance in gathering and watching for rags that belonged to the first man that laid hands upon them, I AUTOBIOGRAPHY. 17 had accumulated about thirty pounds. These I stuffed into the legs and seat of a pair of old white pantaloons, the cast-off garment of a large and long-legged man. At nights after tea, I was allowed to "go down town'- for recreation. I hired a boy to help me carry the rags to sell them to the* rag merchant. The boy put one leg of the pants on one shoulder, and the other leg on the other, and we both marched to town with bright dreams of wealth. Reaching the store, I lingered in the darkness in front of the door, and when the boy walked in with something that had the appearance of a fat man on his shoulders, the man said in a loud voice as if astonished at the strange sight, "What in the h— is that you have on your back?" "Some rags," replied the boy. "Well, lay them on the scales," said the merchant. So we did, the rags were sold and the money was mine. With this money I bought books. I purchased at one time, two "Webster blue back spellers," a common school diction¬ ary, Milton's "Paradise Lost," and a Bible. These then constituted my full stock of literary possessions, a library more precious than gold to me. There were several colored people in town that could "spell to baker," in the old speller, while others could go to "the a, b, ab's" or to "the b, a, ba's." The white children and an old colored man taught me the alphabet, after which I fought my way unaided through the depths of my pon¬ derous library. Day by day I took a leaf from one of the spelling books, and so folded it that one or two of the lessons were on the outside as if printed on a card. This I put in the pocket of my vest or coat, and when I was sitting on the carriage, walking the yard or streets, or using hoe or spade, or in the dining room, I would take out my spelling leaf, catch a word and commit it to mem¬ ory. When one side of the spelling leaf was fin¬ ished by this process, I would refold it again with a new lesson on the outside. When night came, I went to my little room, and with chips of fat pine, and pine roots 2h 18 AUTOBIOGRAPHY. that ^ere grubbed up from the woods near by, I would kindle a little blaze in the fire-place and turn my head toward it while lying flat on my back so as to get the most of the light on the leaves of the book. Thus lying on the floor with pine knots at hand and my blankets around me, I reviewed the lessons of the day from the unmaimed book. By these means I learned to read and write a little in six months. Besides, I would catch words from the white people and retain them in memory until I could get to my dictionary. Then I would spell and define the words, until they became perfectly im¬ pressed upon my memory. In 1858, in Athens, Ga., I was converted, and became a member of the Methodist church. At that time Rev. W. A. Parks was sent as pastor to the colored church, while his uncle, Rev. H. H. Parks, was pastor of the white people's church. During April and May of this year, Rev. H. M. Turner, (now Bishop) came to Athens and preached every night to appreciative congregations, and under his powerful sermoijs I experienced a change of heart, and became a zealous member of the church. I was taken into the church by Rev. Mr. Parks, and bap¬ tized and fellowshipped by his uncle, the Rev. H. H. Parks. i In 1861 when the war began, my owners moved back to Hancock county where I remained until freedom came to the slaves. After returning from Savannah in 1869, I began afresh my studies. That I might be retired and placed in the best condition to prosecute my studies, I purchased a number of school books and theological works, and sought a convenient place in the woods near by where I was then living. Every day when the- weather Would permit I resorted to this place for study, contemplation, and prayer. By the bank of a little rip¬ pling brook that came murmuring down the rocky hill¬ sides, I found an over-hanging boulder that ran up per¬ pendicularly, mildly facing the east. A cluster of maple* AUTOBIOGRAPHY. 19 trees, interspersed with sweet gum, that constantly dropped their fragrance along the brook beneath, I se¬ lected as a silent boudoir. Wild grape-vines interlaced with yellow jessamines, wrapt around the slim trunks of the towering wood, and threw a crown of green and tangled meshes of vines and flowers on the waving limbs above. The murmuring brook that rolled below whis¬ pered to me the presence of God, the wonders of his prov¬ idence, and. the marvels of his hand. Here, in the' deep solitudes of silent nature, retired and alone, I spent the greater part of twTo years. Here I studied reading, writ¬ ing, geography, grammar, arithmetic, astronomy, history, and theology. I read Milton, Dick's Works, Watson? Wesley, Stevens' History of Methodism, and a number of other books. Among them were "Barnes' Notes," and "Newton on the Prophecies." I gave close attention to the English language, as I would need that more than anything else. When I came to a word that 1 did not understand I would turn to the dictionary, spell it and define it, and with a cedar pencil I would write down every word thus acquired. On the next day 1 first had a thorough review of all the words and all that I had read and studied the day before. 1 cared nothing for gold and silver, nor the presence and company of man¬ kind, nor anything that would divert the mind from its deep thoughts of God or intense application. At the end of about twenty months I was lost and bewildered in the deep things of God. However, I rose from my her¬ mit home with spiritual powers and convictions that have been % wonderful help to me through all these years of struggle and toil. I became so intensely interested and profoundly engaged that sometimes I seemed to have been out of the body and in another sphere where God and angels stood nearer to men. There are no months and days in my life more precious to me than those days of mental struggle and silent contemplation. Then it was that my intellect was broadened and deepened, my religious proclivities intensified, and my character fixed. 20 AUTOBIOGRAPHY. In the fall of 1869 the colored conference of Georgia met in Macon, 'haying Bishop Pierce for its President. Here I was ordained Elder and elected delegate to the organizing General Conference, which met in Jackson, Tenn., the 15th day of December, when the Colored Methodist Episcopal Church in America became a sepa¬ rate organization. I was present as a delegate during the session of the conference and voted upon all the measures that were put forth for the organization of the C. M. E. Church into a separate body. 1 was also the strongest advocate for the election of W. H. Miles, of Kentucky, to the bishopric. I first entered his name as a suitable person for the bishopric, and on the first bal¬ lot he was triumphantly elected. In January, 1871, the Conference convened in Augusta, Ga. Three Bishops were present, Miles, Vanderhost and Pierce. Bishtops Miles and Vanderhost were the presidents, ancl presided on alternate days. Bishop Pierce was the distinguished and honored guest. When the appointments were read out I was appointed to Trin¬ ity church, then the leading church in the conference, and perhaps in the connection. Here 1 was pastor two years and four months. In the fall of 1872 the confer¬ ence was held in Columbus, Ga. Bishop Miles presided, and I was elected delegate to the called session of the General Conference which met in Augusta, Ga., in March, 1873. I received every vote in the Annual Conference cast for delegates to the called session of the General Conference. When the General Conference assembled in extraordinary session in Augusta, in 1873, I was then pastor of Trinity church in which the conference was held. The business for which the General Conference was convoked in extraordinary session, was* the eloction and consecration of three Bishops. Bishop Vanderhost was dead, and the whole presiding fell, upon Bishop Miles. Bishop Pierce was present by special invitation. AUTOBIOGRAPHY. 21 Three men were elected Bishops, namely: J. A. Beebe, L. H. Holsey, ana Isaac Lane. I was elected on the first ballot with Bishop Beebe, and I think I received every vote cast but two. I assisted Bishop Miles in preparing the Bishop's message for the conference, and took a lead¬ ing part in all its work. Bishop Pierce preached the or¬ dination sermon on the Sabbath, and at that time 1 was ordained Bishop by Bishop Miles, assisted by Bishop Pierce. Here also, Bishops Beebe and Lane were or¬ dained. The respective fields of labor for the new Bish¬ ops were laid off, and I was sent to Texas, Arkansas, Ala¬ bama, and Tennessee. The Bishop's salary was fixed at eight hundred dollars, his traveling expenses to be paid by the work he served. The work was poorly organized, and, indeed, was scarcely organized at all. I lianly the best documents appear. In 1890 I was impressed that enlarged facilities were almost essential to the successful work of the school, and I started out of my own accord, with almost infinite mis¬ givings, to make speeches before as many Conferences of the M. E. Church, South, as 1 might be permitted to reach. This I did with good results, as to the aid given the school. Although 1 was self-appointed, these con¬ ferences gave me the warmest reception and responded librally to the. cause. This conference year (1897-'98) I am out on the same work. The trustees of the school and the Bishops ot the Colored Church, and others, thought it wise, and so steadily urged me to take the field again in behalf ot the school. This T have done, and have spoken before fourteen of the Conferences. In 1886 the General Conference of the Colored Methodist Episco¬ pal Church in America, met in Augusta, Ga., and at that session I wrote our "Financial Plan" by which Paine In¬ stitute an0 the other schools have received a considerable amount of money for their running expenses. I wrote this financial plan with special reference to the support of the schools of the church, which at that time were only two—"The Paine" and "The Lane." Perhaps there is no single act of legislation connected with the history of the church so significant and far-reaching in its effects as our "Financial Plan." Prior to its adoption in 1886 there was no way of a practical nature for the collection and disbursement of the general funds or general reve¬ nue of the church; but since the "Financial Plan" has been operated, the whole connection and the schools have felt the advantages, and owe their life, in a large meas¬ ure, to its operation. For twenty years I was the Secretary of the College of Bishops, and kept the minutes of our meetings from year to year at my own expense. Also, for the same length 28 AUTOBIOGRAPHY. of time, I was the statistician and corresponding secre¬ tary of Jhe connection, and replied to all communica¬ tions of a public nature. I have written every Message for the Bishops except the one written by Bishop Miles, in 1873, and I assisted him in that one. Only two of these Messages have ever been changed in a single word or sentence by the Bishops after I had written them, and consequently nearly all of the acts and legislation of our general conferences have been governed by them. I have read and passed upon every book in manuscript that has been published in our church from its organization until the present time, and have written their introductions. By authority of the General Conference, I have written and compiled, the only hymn book and the only Manual of Discipline that we have ever had, without any aid from the church whatever. In 1881 four delegates were selected by the Bishops to represent the church in the Ecumenical Conference that was held in London, England, and no one went but myself. As yet I am the only C. M. E. representative that has ever gone to a foreign port on an official errand. I read a paper before that splendid and'' august body ac¬ cording to the program. While in London 1 preached in City Road Chapel, the distinguished mother of Method¬ ism, from,the same little box pulpit from which John Wesley preached the gospel of free grace. I did what I could upon the same great subject. During my stay in this the largest city of the world, I preached many times, perhaps with more force than I have before or since. On this trip to the first Ecumenical Conference of Method¬ ism, I visited Paris and spent a week in "sight-seeing," weighing and measuring the world's greatest civiliza¬ tion, which no, man can know until he comes in contact with it. I was delegate to the Centennial Conference of American Methodism that was held in Baltimore in 1884, and wrote a paper that was read in that conference. I was not present on account of ill health, but the paper AUTOBIOGRAPHY. 29 was read by Rev. F. M. Hamilton, M. D. I was also a member of the last Ecumenical Conference that was held in Washington, D. 0. From 1870 until the present time (1898) I have written a great many papers and public communications on the history and polity of the church, a large number of which have been published in the Christian Index, the official organ of the church. 1 have given the reading public the greatest part of what permanent literature the church, up to the present time, has been able to produce. A great deal of what I have written in the last twenty- eight years never has been and never will be published. Much of it has already been suppressed, the other in all probability will be. I have often written sermons and afterwards destroyed them. This I have regretted, bat they are gone beyond recalling. , As orator or writer, philosopher or preacher, 1 leave the estimate of myself to the candid judgment of those who have known me. As a citizen I have tried to do the right, no matter how far I have come short of it. My history is the history of the church of which 1 am a member. Its history cannot be written, nor its records compiled without me as one of the chief actors in its drama, and one who has deeply impressed himself upon its character and productions. At present, I am the editor-in-chief of "The Gospel Trumpet," associated with the Rev. R. A. Carter. A.M., who is the managing editor. I was elected to the office of Bishop when I was in my thirtieth year of age, and have held the position for twenty-five years. When I was elected it was said by some1 prominent man that I was the youngest man ever elected Bishop in any age or church. I have not sought to get rich, nor make money, and have in no way made my office, position, nor the church an instrument of power or worldly gain. All that 1 have received above a bare living, I have made it a habit to re- 30 AUTOBIOGRAPHY. turn to the church, and to help on to a better state suffering humanity. At this time I have no ''cottage in the wilderness" that I can call my home, and I have been in debt ever since I have been a Bishop. From youth to the present, life has been an unremitting struggle and a perpetual series of trials and conflicts. I have helped every man, woman and child that I could, and have tried to bear the burdens of others as the Scriptures direct. L. H. Holsey. Atlanta, Ga., February 23, 1898. SERMONS. Man an Ideal Empire in Miniature. "What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?"—Ps. 8:4. However small and insignificant man may appear to be in physical par1,s and bodily proportions amid tlie marvelous wonders of creation, and however insignifi¬ cant in weight, height, and girth, when compared with the cloud-kissed hills or the towering mountains of eter¬ nal snows that lift their cones to the cloudless zones, and however light and ponderable he may be, compared to the infinite masses of tangible materialities that com¬ pose the universe in which he lives and moves, and of which he is a part, yet he is an ideal and realistic em¬ pire within himself. He has not only a realistic and enduring self, but he within himself is a real and ideal empire composed of all those powers and elements and inherent qualities that seem needful to complete the same. As a great steam engine may be built in minia¬ ture with its wheels, cogs, pulleys, cylinders, boiler, steam chests, piston rods, and gear, and as such a miniature engine may be as real and as perfect as a great, engine which it may represent, so man is as perfect an empire as the little or model engine is an engine. As extension of parts and immensity of. materiality have nothing to do with perfection of quality and character, so there need be no real difference in the two engines except in degrees. Indeed, man is a perfect creation in the fundamental facts and constituent elements of his being; and in these respects he is an emanation of the Divine. Humanity is divine, not in its moral purity and perfection, but in its mental capacity and corporal de¬ lineations. In everything but moral standing, the men¬ tal humanity is made in the image of its Creator. Man's 3h 34 MAN AN IDEAL EMPIRE IN MINIATURE. mental humanity is the most real and the most conspicu¬ ous, indeed the only real enduring and essential attri¬ bute of his being. This mental individuality is in the image of God, the Supreme Mentality, that universal spirituality whose exterior building is the universe. This universe is the temple of God—the empire of the Supreme Mentality. Somewhere in this temple or em¬ pire, is the seat of universal government, authority, and power, the central location of one almighty thrilling force that acts upon and centralizes all the forces, ener¬ gies and activities of all the universe. Gravitation, so called, can be nothing less than the operation of univer¬ sal mentality in perpetual activity, by whose coercive energy the mindless elements and their infinitely various combinations sustain their harmonious interrelations. Thus God is the life and soul of the universe in the same sense that man's soul is the life and light of his body. In this high metaphysical sense God is the life of the universe, the life of all the worlds, and the light of men. Evidently man is the little God, the microcosm, an image of the macrocosm, which is God's larger universe. J need not dwell upon the indestructibility of human na¬ ture. It is as enduring as the ages. The tardy steps of centuries and cycles, the abrasions and indentures of all eternity, will leave the divinely imaged mental hu¬ manity fresh and green, forever blooming from its own deathless inherent vitality, because it is the image of God. Man's body is the temple of his soul. It is the ?j51endid swper-cosmopolite from the cosmopolitan center, tenting and dwelling for a season on this sub-lunar sphere. Its style and outlines and delineations are from heaven. It is the human form divine from the skies. The body isi materialistic, because there is nothing in the universe other than matter of which it may be com¬ posed, and, therefore, desolation and decay shall over¬ take it. Its pillars and columns and towering arches shall fall down, and its stately roof and star-crowned MAN AN IDEAL EMPIRE IN MINIATURE. 35 turrets shall be broken and buried, but the image of God—the heavenly Visitant—that dwells within, in all its divine completeness and ethereal brightness, shall remain intact and untarnished amid the wonders of the cycles and the evolutions and transitions of the endless future. Truly man shall live forever. Death is simply a removal from one sphere of being to another, a shuf¬ fling off a coarser and earthly coil, and a flight from a lowrer to a higher, purer and sublimer altitude in another sphere. It is the heavenly mentality abdicating an earth¬ ly throne, and reascending to its high place to be in per¬ fect unison with kindred spirits, and vie in the splendors of the ethereal. I. What is man in his physical constitution f The psalmist says, "1 am fearfully and wonderfully made." None but God can make man. No angelic fin¬ gers nor seraphic handicraft, nor wonderful mechanism, though contrived and manipulated by the skilful touch of angelic operators, can spin into threads and weave in golden looms the warp and woof, and manufacture into, grace and beauty the delicate fabric of .which man is made. None but God could throw the silver shuttle and: bring from the evolving intricate mechanism of nature a mighty product like man. What a wonderful organ¬ ism is this man empire! In this man empire, there are two hundred and sixty-three bones, five hundred muscles, and three hundred millions of brain cells, about three thousand of which are destroyed every minute. There¬ fore, every man has a new brain every sixty days. Every man that has lived to be seventy years of age has had,, therefore, four hundred and twenty-nine sets of brains. Allowing that the average brain weighs sixty ounces, the man of seventy years would have had two thousand five hundred pounds of the precious thing. Every day there are in each head more than four millions of the brain cells destroyed and replaced by new ones. The alimen¬ tary canal is thirty-two feet long. Man has a heart six 36 MAN AN IDEAL EMPIRE IN MINIATURE. inches in length and four in diameter, beating seventy times per minute, four thousand two hundred times every hour, one hundred thousand eight hundred times a day, and two billion six hundred millions in three score years and ten. At each beat, two and a half ounces of blood are thrown out of it at the rate of one hundred and sev- enty-five^ ounces per minute, six hundred and fifty-six pounds per hour, seven and a half tons a day, lifting it two thousand one hundred and twenty-two feet in the same length of time. We breathe twelve hundred times an hour, using twenty-four gallons of air a day. The breathing surface of the lungs is twenty thousand square inches, equal to the floor space of a room twelve feet square. There are ten millions of silken cables or nerve cords that permeate and ramify the man empire, and center in the brain or the seat of government, making the greatest army of body-guards that ever defended a kingdofn or assembled upon the field of battle. The at¬ mospheric pressure upon each square inch of the human body is fourteen pounds, making the weight upon a single human body of medium size forty thousand pounds. There are three thousand five hundred perspiratory pores, one-fourth of an inch long, making a little drainage canal forty miles long. Beyond and beneath all of these there is the great ganglia system of nerve tissues, so fine and minute that the point of a sewing-needle covers a whole system, in which there are thousands of little elastic threads, too fine to be seen except by glasses of the high¬ est magnifying power known to man. Indeed, there are thousands of wonders and marvels in the physical consti¬ tution and operations of the human organism that are be¬ yond the power of the mind to comprehend and explain. As God, the Supreme Mentality, presides over the uni¬ verse, governing all its forces under the reign of law, so man is presided over by the mind, which, is the supreme king of the man empire, governing all its parts and forces under the reign of law. As God's mind is everywhere in MAN AN IDEAL EMPIRE IN MINIATURE. 37 the universe as an all powerful and infinite activity, so the mind of man is everywhere the infinite activity in the man enlpire, filling all its parts and ratifications with its own ineffable light and glorious power. The God empire and the man empire are images the one of the other. The first is absolute and infinite in fact and abstract; the sec¬ ond is only absolute and infinite within its prescribed bounds. Both are the same in kind, but different in de¬ grees. Therefore, the mind of man is the reigning king, the monarch and master of the man empire. Hence, man is an empire in miniature, with all the elements and in¬ herent capacities of a kingdom, with its presiding mon¬ arch highly exalted upon the throne of the brain. Here lives and rules the mind king from whose dictatorial throne edicts are issued and commands sent forth into all the realms, provinces and the ramifications of the uni¬ versal dominions. Indeed, man is an empire, having all the realms, provinces and the ramifications of the uni¬ versal dominions. Indeed, man is an empire, having all the elements, forces and powers of nature in co-operative harmony, with its solids and liquids, and with its fiora and fauna. It has lands, skies, seas, brooks, rivers and sparkling rills, that convey life and light and vitality to every part; from its fertile plains and golden fields, the metropolis and seat of empire draws tribute and support. The brain is the throne and seat of government and the mind is monarch. At his command ministers fly, cables hiss, sinews quiver, fluids dash, bones quake and sensa¬ tions play like electric volts on the strings of the nerves. The mind king has eyes, ears, hands, feet, lips and tongue. He is the real and divine personality, the mind monarch whom God "from old times" has crowned, scep- tered and clothed with the royal robe and • insignia of state. He has judgment, discretion, tastes, will, choice and sensibility. Around him are his courtiers, diplomats and flaming ministers, hung on threads of gold and ca¬ bles of silver, ever ready in reverential attitudes to exe- 38 MAN AN IDEAL EMPIRE IN MINIATURE. cute his high beh.ests. By these space is blotted out and time annihilated. They fly on wings of thought and dance as it were on the lightning's flame, unifying and binding the states of empire with his arm of glorious power. God's powei; is absolute, and his government executive, ministerial and dictatorial. "He maketh his angels spirits, and his ministers a flame of fire." As the empire- of God moves about his throne as the center of attraction, so the man empire moves about the brain as the center of will force, rule and authority. This man empire has reservoirs of blood, lakes of water, rills of oil, and repositories of fluids that make up its gulfs, seas, inlets and bays. It has cables of elastic steeHhat thread and permeate all its parts, wrapt in silken integuments, and of the finest mould. Over these elastic threads and living cables, fiery dictates and high behests from the throne of the mind king dance and play and preach his will and proclaim his laws upon every hill, through every plain and valley, till every leaflet, rock, and tree, and all the deep gorges and mountain passes are resonant with his voice and filled with his commands. Deep in its seas there are flowing currents and boiling springs, from whose agitated, waters come pearls of thought, folios of science, books of wisdom, bringing up from their hidden archives curriculums of study, deeper, vaster, broader and higher than ancient sages, approximating the ken of angels and the wisdom of seraphs. There are moun¬ tains of bone, hills of cartilage, ledges of gristle, and ropes of sinew, to give form and beauty, and hold intact the rolling, jostling empire, with its leaping rills, rest¬ less seas, agitated gulfs and quaking land. It has a fer¬ tile soil' of flesh and blood where roses blush and lilies bloom, through which a thousand streamlets flow to per¬ petuate its virgin days of youth, and crown its high meri¬ dian with the flora of light, wisdom, and strength, and its hoary years with a diadem of silvery harvest. This man empire has its winds, storms, cyclones, hurricanes, MAN AN IDEAL EMPIRE IN MINIATURE. 39 typhoons and trade-winds, that roar among its caverns, whistle along its dales, hum among its rocks, play on its seas, shout over its hills, and strew its valleys with awful wreckage and direful ruins of uprooted for¬ ests. This man empire has its sun, the central luminary, meting its days and years, shining over its hemispheres, continents, seas and islands, giving light and life to its flora and fauna, producing towering trees of knowledge on its mountains of wisdom, from whose sunny peaks the mind king makes the sunbeams his horses and the ethe¬ real currents his chariot wheels. Or through the lofty constellations of judgment, discovery, and golden thought he flies toward God until his wings of flame sets aglow all the widespread areas of air, sea, and land, until the lakes and rivers and island homes are filled with the life of God, the anthem of the ages and the symphonies of the skies, until every granite bone, elastic cord, and.nerve cable is filled with heaven, and suffused with songs of seraphs and the melodies of the spheres. In orbital grandeur, around the miniature empire's sun shine the satellites of truth, virtue, will, purpose and the designs of life, while each planetoid of disease—the fragment of broken worlds—"walketh in darkness" through its cities, states and provinces, corrupting its fountains, contaminating 4ts seas, and planting the baleful seeds of death and dissolution along its flowing currents and pro¬ lific soils. By flying fragments of broken worlds many upheavals occur. Rivers overflow their banks, seas for¬ sake their ancient beds, volcanoes explode, islands are submerged, mountains quiver on their rocky foundations, isthmuses sink, the land quivers while all its elements groan at the approach of the great catastrophe—death. Yea, by these fragments of broken worlds (diseases) many a joint is dislocated, cables of elastic steel are broken, and silken links of ligaments, sinews of brass, and bones of granite yield amid the general "wreck of matter and the crush of worlds." But the text says, "When I con- 40 MAN AN IDEAL EMPIRE IN MINIATURE. sider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him." II. What is man in Ms spiritual or mental nature? Whence came he? It is said there is nothing great in the world but man, and there is nothing great in man but mind. Indeed mind is the man—the true hidden man that thinks, conceives, judges and forms mental images, measures time and space, calculates in numbers, weighs even the imponderable masses of materialities, comprehends the sublime majesties of the universe, and has the power of will, choice, taste and thought, and in¬ definite continuity of individual consciousness. Deeply pervading all the attributes of his nature, the faculty of imagination like an angel of flame in splendid trim, with his gplden sandals buckled on his feet, is ever ready to sweep the azure floors of the skies, or pierce the illimit¬ able bounds beyond, where planets, stars and suns revolve on their rounds. By thisi faculty space is blotted out and time annihilated. * It is swifter than lightning, faster than electricity and outflies its volts that dance, as it were, on ethereal vibrations. In a moment, in the twink¬ ling of an eye this cherub of the airy deep leaps heaven¬ ward or hellward, rejoicing in the happiness of the saved, or revolting at the horrors of the lost millions. It sweeps the tracks of lesser stars, pierces the orbits of planets, the belted splendors of Jupiter, the golden rings of Sat¬ urn, and visits uArcturus, Orion, and Pleiades, and the chambers of the South," and wraps itself in the fiery sheets of the sun. It delights to flee through "The Milky Way" and the gem studded and constellated high¬ ways of Gk>d. Above stars, planets, suns, in the zone- less seas and unhorizoned spheres where the wings of seraphs battle for decades with the tides, the imagina¬ tion lingers not, but lifting its fiery eye as system after system recede and sink in the shaded distances of eter- MAN AN IDEAL EMPIRE IN MINIATURE. 41 nal space tie seems to cry to all the children of eternity, "On to Alcyon, on to Alcyon," the greatest system known to man, and which once seemed to be the center of uni¬ versal power, and the place of the throne of the Most High. Here alone, at the throne of God, this wonderful faculty is foiled and baffled, but still radiant in its glory, and virgin strength. The wings of this mighty visitant can carry thought no farther. Here all ends meet and all explorations *end. And here she cries— Eternal Power, whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God : Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds. The lowest step beneath thy feet Rises too high for Gabriel's seat; In vain the tall Archangel tries To reach the height with wondering eyes. , In the transitions of eternal wonders, or those spiritual " metamorphoses and evolutions that await us in the fu- "ture, this faculty will dwell with us as the great photog¬ rapher that never sleeps, but ever pictures upon the ex¬ panding canvas of the memory all the images with their exact forms that have ever been presented to the mental man. III. But what is man in his moral constitution? Man is a sinner, for the "Scriptures of Truth" declare that "All men have sinned and come short of the glory of God." Again, "Sin is the transgression of the law." Not a visionary or arbitrary command, but it is the vio¬ lation of the law, the high, holy, and eternal law that governs, the mental and moral universe. The law here spoken of is the embodiment of those underlying princi¬ ples by which the universe is governed, and by which it maintains its successive and harmonious relations. By this law all of its elements, physical, and mental* act in concord. Whoever violates this law, or, if you will, these laws, is a sinner, a sinner against God and against 42 man an ideal empire in miniature. all those spiritual beings^ or mental individualities that have kept the laws of God, and thereby maintained their perfect estate. But this man empire, like others in which there is sin, is in perpetual throes, discord, and agitation, through all the years of its sublunar existence. Its restless inhabitants, with its rebellious states and provinces, constantly threaten the dissolution and sub¬ version of its earthly domains. They threaten to trans¬ plant their interests and move the seat*of empire to sub- limer realms in those sunny plains of eternal day, where they may vie in the altitudes and majesties that live in their bright abodes. On earth storms arise upon the empire's seas, cyclones move and twist its mountains upon their rocky bases, shake its hills, sweep down its forests, filling its plains and valleys with howling de¬ struction and the broken ruins of his kingdom. This is dying, so-called. As the mind king doffs his crown, lays aside his royal insignia of state, drops the sceptre and abdicates the throne, the silken cables and elastic corda break, the chambers of the king's palace are closed. All his courtiers, diplomats and flaming ministers cease to do his biddings and sink in eternal muteness. The nerve centers with their ten millions of body-guards in de¬ cadence die. On come the whirlwinds of death, over the coagulated seas of blood, up the streamlets of oil and channels of fluids. It climbs the vertebrated stairs of the spiral mountain of sinews and the hills of cartilages, crushing the granite of bones and scattering the parts of the magnificent pile. Its sun ceases to shine, its moon is turned to blood and all the stars of his lofty firmament are covered with the thick blackness of the night. The kingdom is demolished and the, strength of the empire broken; but "the soul of man, Jehovah's breath,'? like an eagle from its cage, soars away on its wings of flame to dwell with God, to live and reign with Jesus, the Christ, "and through eternal ages will shout beyond the skies." The Irrepressible Conflict. " For this purpose the Son of God was manifested, that he might •destroy the works of the devil." 1 John III: 8. The text brings before us the two most conspicuous and renowned characters that have ever appeared in the world, acted upon the theatre of life or written their deeds upon the scroll of the ages. The annals of the ancients and the records of the nations cannot produce their equals in t^ie least degree whatever. Indeed they stand out in bold relief of character and incomparable individuality. In their respective relations and natures, they are without a compeer. If all the greatness of man¬ kind that has been displayed in the wisdom of the sages, the sagacity of statesmen, the valor and prowess of heroes, the sweetness of poets, the melodies of bards, were compressed into one great personality, he could not be so great, so wonderful, so matchless in consummate skill, profound wisdom, and exhaustless re¬ sources of those principles and things that make up the «um of greatness, as to rival the great characters men¬ tioned in the text. Add to the control of such a per¬ sonality, the rubies, of kings, the diamonds of queens, the scepters of emperors, the gems and gold of princes, the sacerdotal scarlet of popes, the royal splendors of imperial courts, and the wealth of the ages and nations; jet such a character could not be compared to either of the distinguished individuals mentioned in the text. Then give such an individual a thousand years to display all this mighty wealth and dazzling splendor, yet in celebrity and influence, he could not approximate the ideal representatives of the irrepressible conflict—the Son of God and the devil. They both occupy the most exalted, lofty and most conspicuous position in the 44 THE IRREPRESSIBLE CONFLICT. world, and in their work, influence and relations, they affect every nation, people, tongue and age. Their in¬ fluence runs parallel with all times, epochs, and dispen¬ sations, ramifying all human governments, institutions, orders, fraternities and administrations. They affect the administration of all civil laws and the adjudication of every lawsuit. The one or the other has paved the pathway of every war, feud, conflict and revolution that has swept the zones of human civilizations, and fixed the destiny of men and nations. They affect ail events in the world's written and unwritten history; from its incipient civilization and birthday, until in the sable drapery of its solemn requiem, the world shall cease to be aglow with the burning cinders that fly from the two great swords of Beelzebub and the conquering Messiah. Their influence stops not in time, but crosses the dark and trackless sea of death, and, re¬ kindling on the shores of the spiritual world, will con¬ tinue through all the great millenniums of eternal dura¬ tion. Heaven and hell, with their crowded intelligences, will feel their potent and lavish influence by which their unnumbered billions of indestructible individuali¬ ties will be forever swayed. Their imprint of character, for good or for evil, for hell or for heaven, for life or for death, will be made and deeply engraved upon the life and spiritual nature of every man, woman and child that has ever lived, or ever will live. They are not private but public individuals—federal heads—and representa- 'tives and embodiments of the two great diversities of the moral universe—good and evil. They are the repre¬ sentatives and heroes of the two great spiritual empires of the world, representing the two great moral ideas of the universe, which are founded upon the immortal prin¬ ciples of right and wrong, and of truth and falsehood, and of life and death. There is an infinite distinctiveness .—constitutional, innate and irrevocable—between these two individuals, in their nature, work and the great out- THE IRREPRESSIBLE CONFLICT. 45 come of their career. This difference is essential, abso¬ lute and necessary. Therefore, it is as much impossible to operate them together in harmony upon the same plane so as to produce the same results, as it is to> bring the north and south poles together. They are not only an¬ tagonistic, but antipodal. Two distinct principles inJ spire the work of the one, and the efforts of the other. The one is the principle of good and heaven, and the other is the principle of evil and hell, each in battle array, and perpetual conflict. The one is from heaven and the other from hell; one is life, and the other death; one is eternal happiness, the other eternal misery; one is of God and godly, the other is. of the devil and devil¬ ish; one seeks the good of all, and one the death of all; one dignifies and deifies human nature, the other strips man of his glory, and leaves his prostrate form on the ground—"a" splendid palace in ruin." Ever since sin hath entered into the world, and death by sin, these two great leaders and powers have exhibited themselves in the children of men in all the departments and diversi¬ fied features of human society. In the courts of kmgs, in the palace garden, in the halls of justice, on the ros¬ trum, in the realms of legislation, in commerce, field, and store, their prowess is seen. On the battlefield, in pris¬ ons and camps of horrid war, in the diplomatic circles, and stealthily along the quiet veins and avenues of thought and learning, all along, and everywhere, these two great majestiG powers and principles confront each other and beset humanity round about. Hence, they have made the children of men good or bad, right or wrong, lifting them to heaven, or casting them down to hell. Therefore, whatsoever exists in the moral world, exists under the generic terms of good and of evil. Whatever is good is not evil, and whatever is evil is not good. Good cannot produce evil and evil cannot produce good. Life cannot produce death and death cannot produce life. Out of the depths of falsehood and darkness arise no 46 THE IRREPRESSIBLE CONFLICT. truth and light, and out of the depths of truth and light come no darkness and no untruth. Darkness flees before approaching light, and falsehood loses hold when truth enters. Both cannot till the same moral space at the same time, because they are moral spheres, filling the ut¬ most limits of the mighty circles of the moral universe. But to our conception, good and evil are best known • by their effects upon those who follow the one, and pur¬ sue the other. If certain actions of moral creatures— whether they be ifien or angels—render them happy or miserable, we know that those actions are good or evil, and spring from the good or the evil one. The practice of the two principles, in their respective relations and tendencies, always and forever produces and reproducer the same results in every case. They are eternal evolu¬ tions, but their evolutions never evolve out of them¬ selves so as to produce something different from them¬ selves. They produce their own likeness and super¬ scription. Heaven is heaven, and hell is hell, a thou¬ sand times so in all their intrinsic natures throughout eternal duration. Good redeems her children, washes them clean and white in the blood of the Lamb, and sends them up the shining way to God and gives them the end¬ less felicity of heaven. But evil, hideous, dark, and treacherous, sends her multitudinous squadrons to hell, giving them the misery that hath no end. Every word and work of men and angels, is, therefore, significant. There is a meaning, deep, profound, and far-reaching in every word, thought, and deed that enters the broad realm of being. Our thoughts chisel their forms upon the disc of the soul. Our words are written upon the folds of the heart, and our actions are the pent-up fires that leap out, leaving the dead volcanic cinders within. Like causes produce like effects, and like effects are pro¬ duced by like causes. For every effect there must be a cause, and the cause is best understood by the results. In the moral world this is a truism. Now, every moral1 THE IRREPRESSIBLE CONFLICT. AT action that takes place amohg intelligent beings, is act¬ uated by, and receives its momentum from the will and volition. The will is the motive power—the sheet-anchor of the soul—that moves and stimulates the actions. Therefore, every moral action must have the consent of the will, otherwise they cannot be moral actions for which men and angels are responsible. All actions,, "therefore, are good or evil, and must be classified as such.. The former lead to heaven, the latter lead to hell. At the end of every man's road stands life or death, hell or heaven, which is the inevitable and final destiny of alL the living. When the sundering blade of death shall cut the vital threads of life, the soul—the heaving spirit— emancipated from its house of clay, shall then be trans¬ ported away and up to God, or away and down to hell, and the day of preparation shall then be closed, when the inexorable fiat of Almighty God shall forever seal the irrevocable life of the one, and the changeless dam¬ nation of the other. No man can tell where hell is, but it is, it does exist, and whatever it is, and wherever it is, is a matter of small moment. But we are certain of two things: (1) It is a state and place of punishment. (2) That punishment is eternal in its duration. .This arises out pf the nature of the case, and the nature of. God's government. When the sinner lands in hell, he will then be nearer to God, heaven, and life, than he will ever be again in all the cycles and evolving millenniums of eternity. Every surging wave and fleeing current of roll¬ ing years, will thrust him farther and farther out into- the mid-ocean of hell's seething and boiling billows. Every turn of the wheel of the centuries will but augment his sins, and enlarge his capacity for transgression and sink him lower and lower. Man is a progressive being. Progression—eternal pro¬ gression—characterizes his innate constituency whether in the human body or out of it; whether in a state of bliss or state of misery; whether in earth, heaven or hell, or 48 THE IRREPRESSIBLE CONFLICT. whether as applied to the three realities of his nature— physical, moral and mental. Change of place or condition cannot change his nature and indestructible selfhood or spiritual identity. Man is man in all the relations and conditions in which he may be placed. The immortal mind, the conscious self, with all the moral sensibilities, are incapable of decay, and therefore, of necessity, he is eternal in conscious duration. It seems, also, a truism, that the functions of the moral and mental man are never in a state of perfect quietism. There is a perpetual un¬ rest, or rather there is rest only in motion, progression, and development. Absolute quietism is incompatible with life, and there can be no such thing as vital energies in absolute quietude. Activity, in a greater or less de¬ gree, is the law of all living and is operative in all intelli¬ gent beings, whether in a state of bliss or state of woe. The saved will continue in obedience, the lost will con¬ tinue in sin, since mere punishment has no redeeming qualities, and since obedience has no element of misery. As one wave of the sea produces another, and these pro¬ duce others indefinitely, so one act of sin produces others through the eternal rounds of the dreadful series of transgressions. One hell will rise above ^nd crowd the burning crest of another, each more dreadful.and press¬ ing harder upon the heels of the other, adding force and fury to the mighty avalanche of the fiery flood. This text, like others, gives us the key to the origin of evil in the world, a question long debated by "the wise and' prudent," and philosophic schools of the ancients. "The devil sinneth from the beginning," "for in the day that thou eatest thereof, thou shalt surely die," is the plain declaration of holy writ. Long was the world in darkness on this subject, and many were the vain and absurd theories, entertained by the wisest of human kind. They were greatly troubled, puzzled, and bewildered to account for the advent and work of evil in the world. The fertile imagination of the ancient thinker set about THE IRREPRESSIBLE CONFLICT. 49 to invent theories and invest probabilities with the habiliments of truth, hoping thereby to explain the mys¬ tery. Hence, the necessitarians tell us that evil arises out of the nature and constitution of things; and that the Creator himself could not hinder its manifestation in the world. The Manichean theory is that there are two deities, the one good and the other evil; one the author of the body and the other the author of the soul; and that, therefore, the body is evil because it comes from the evil deity, and that the soul is good because it' comes from the good deity. How absurd! But this is the re¬ sult of human wisdom, when it sets at naught the word of God. "In the day that thou eatest thereof, thou shalt surely die." This positive command, given to Adam by the Creator, placed him, as a free moral agent in a state of probation and trial, clothing him with power to stand, yet liable to fall, because he could not be free as an ag^nt unless it was in his choice to obey or disobey. But he fell. He "kept not" his first estate. By the influence of the devil, he became a sinner, "and brought death into the world and all our woes," because: " She plucked, she ate, Earth felt the wound, And nature from her seat, Gave signs of woe, That all was lost." Thus sin entered into the world, and death by sin. Death, with all his howling furies came in pompous state, drawing the dreadful phalanxes of hell at his chariot wheels. Here then is that long and dreadful reign of the king of hell, called in Genesis, "The seed of the ser¬ pent." The declarations of the Scriptures, his natural character, and his real work in the world, prove that he is a real being, possessing individuality, and identity of personality. He is endowed with all the properties and characteristics that constitute an intelligent being. He is not the principle of evil personified, as some would have it to be, by assigning to it all the qualities and ac- 50 THE IRREPRESSIBLE CONFLICT. tions of an individual. He is not a mere myth, a fable or fabulous being—the outgrowth of man's fear, or prod¬ uct of human imagination. He is not an allegorical being without body or parts, but he is a great and astute being, mighty in power, skilled in wisdom, profound in knowledge and is thoroughly acquainted with the history of the world and the acts of the nations. In Genesis (3:15) he is the seed of "the serpent," and the singular personal pronoun is used to describe his personality and unity of being. In Job he is called "Satan," the adver¬ sary, the great enemy of God. He is called '"the prince of this .world" (John 10:31), "The prince of the power of the air" (Eph. 2:2). He is "a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour." He is called "the God of this world" (2 Cor. 4:4). He is said to be a "murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie he speaketh of that which is his own: for he is a liar and the father of it" (John 8:44). In Revelation he is the king of hell, for says the Apostle, "And they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon" (Rev. 9:11). Moses, the vener¬ able lawgiver of Israel was well known by the Devil. He knew also his relation to God and to Israel, and that Israel venerated him above all men living or dead. But Moses died, and was buried in the land of Moab, in a valley over against Beth-peor. Satan knowing that Moses was dead went in search of his body, that if pos¬ sible, he might devise some plan by which the body might be given to the children of Israel, that they might fall down and worship the lifeless corpse of a great man, as was the custom in Egypt, and thus bring down the wrath of God upon Israel, and nip the plan of salvation in the bud. But God in his goodness, foreseeing what would follow, placed an archangel there to watch over the body, an