The patriarch of one hundred years : $b being reminiscences, historical and biographical, of Rev. Henry BoehmBoehm, Henry
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The patriarch of one hundred years : $b being reminiscences, historical and biographical, of Rev. Henry Boehm
Boehm, Henry
Boehm, Henry, 1775-1875; Methodism
Mr. Clymer was a tall, fine-looking man, with a dark, expressive eye,
a grave countenance, and hair of a kind of iron gray. He was a great
financier, associated with Robert Morris in establishing a bank for the
relief of his country. He was a member of Congress, and president of
the Philadelphia Bank and of the Academy of Fine Arts. He was one of
the great men of Pennsylvania, and of the nation, and for such a man to
defend the Methodists under circumstances that I have described certainly
was a noble act. The name of George Clymer has in my mind ever been
associated with the Forrest camp-meeting. Six years after he died, aged
seventy-three years, just as old as his friend and compatriot Robert
Morris was when he bid adieu to earth.
CAMP-MEETING AT WYE.
In July Bishop Asbury and Daniel Hitt made us a brief visit, as they were
on their tour West.
On Sunday, July 26, the bishop preached, under the shade of some locust
trees, near Columbia, on the east bank of the Susquehanna, from 2 Cor. v,
14, on the death of Jesus, and why he died for all. Daniel Hitt preached
from 2 Cor. vi, 17, 18, on coming out from the world, etc. The next day
I accompanied Bishop Asbury to Little York, and then bade him adieu,
little thinking that the next year I would be his traveling companion.
On Wednesday I went with Brother Sharp and several friends to Wye
camp-meeting, Queen Anne County, Maryland. On Friday night the campaign
was opened by Solomon Sharp, from Mal. iii, 16-18, “Then they that feared
the Lord spake one to another,” etc., an admirable introduction. I
preached on Jer. vi, 16, and John Chalmers on Matt. vi, 10, “Thy kingdom
come.” It did come, not in word only, but in power. The work of revival
went on all night. Many were converted, and the grove echoed with loud
halleluiahs.
Sunday was a great day. Great crowds, great singing, great preaching, and
great power under the word. Solomon Sharp preached in the morning from
Jer. ix, 1, “O that my head were waters,” etc.; Brother Ridgeway in the
afternoon, on 1 Cor. xv, 34, “Awake to righteousness, and sin not,” etc.,
a very awakening sermon; and William B. Lacy in the evening, on Luke xiv,
17. The slain of the Lord were many.
On Monday there was a novel scene. In the morning, John Chalmers preached
with great effect. He was followed by his son, John Chalmers, Jr., who
preached from Dan. vii, 18, “But the saints of the Most High shall take
the kingdom, and possess the kingdom forever, even for ever and ever,”
a sermon full of encouragement. The preacher was a noble son of a noble
father. His youth then attracted great attention. He was called “little
Jackey Chalmers.” Many souls found the Lord this day.
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