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T. De Witt Talmage As I Knew Him   By: (1832-1902)

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T. DE WITT TALMAGE AS I KNEW HIM

BY THE LATE T. DE WITT TALMAGE, D.D.

WITH CONCLUDING CHAPTERS BY MRS. T. DE WITT TALMAGE

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS

NEW YORK: E.P. DUTTON AND COMPANY 1912

CONTENTS

FIRST MILESTONE SECOND MILESTONE THIRD MILESTONE FOURTH MILESTONE FIFTH MILESTONE SIXTH MILESTONE SEVENTH MILESTONE EIGHTH MILESTONE NINTH MILESTONE TENTH MILESTONE ELEVENTH MILESTONE TWELFTH MILESTONE THIRTEENTH MILESTONE FOURTEENTH MILESTONE FIFTEENTH MILESTONE SIXTEENTH MILESTONE SEVENTEENTH MILESTONE BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF HIS LAST MILESTONES FIRST MILESTONE SECOND MILESTONE THIRD MILESTONE LAST MILESTONE

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

THE REV. T. DE WITT TALMAGE, D.D. DAVID AND CATHERINE TALMAGE PARENTS OF DR. T. DE WITT TALMAGE DR. TALMAGE IN HIS FIRST CHURCH, BELLEVILLE, NEW JERSEY DR. TALMAGE AS CHAPLAIN OF THE THIRTEENTH REGIMENT OF NEW YORK THE THIRD BROOKLYN TABERNACLE THE FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, WASHINGTON, D.C. DR. AND MRS. T. DE WITT TALMAGE FACSIMILE OF PRESIDENT ABRAHAM LINCOLN'S LETTER

PREFACE

I write this story of my life, first of all for my children. How much would I now give for a full account of my father's life written by his own hand! That which merely goes from lip to ear is apt to be soon forgotten. The generations move on so rapidly that events become confused. I said to my son, "Do you remember that time in Philadelphia, during the war, when I received a telegram saying several hundred wounded soldiers would arrive next day, and we suddenly extemporised a hospital and all turned in to the help of the suffering soldiers?" My son's reply was, "My memory of that occurrence is not very distinct, as it took place six years before I was born." The fact is that we think our children know many things concerning which they know nothing at all.

But, outside my own family, I am sure that there are many who would like to read about what I have been doing, thinking, enjoying, and hoping all these years; for through the publication of my entire Sermons, as has again and again been demonstrated, I have been brought into contact with the minds of more people, and for a longer time, than most men. This I mean not in boast, but as a reason for thinking that this autobiography may have some attention outside of my own circle, and I mention it also in gratitude to God, Who has for so long a time given me this unlimited and almost miraculous opportunity.

Each life is different from every other life. God never repeats Himself, and He never intended two men to be alike, or two women to be alike, or two children to be alike. This infinite variety of character and experience makes the story of any life interesting, if that story be clearly and accurately told.

I am now in the full play of my faculties, and without any apprehension of early departure, not having had any portents, nor seen the moon over my left shoulder, nor had a salt cellar upset, nor seen a bat fly into the window, nor heard a cricket chirp from the hearth, nor been one of thirteen persons at a table. But my common sense, and the family record, and the almanac tell me it must be "towards evening."

T. DE WITT TALMAGE

AS I KNEW HIM

FIRST MILESTONE

1832 1845

Our family Bible, in the record just between the Old and the New Testaments, has this entry: "Thomas DeWitt, Born January 7, 1832." I was the youngest of a family of twelve children, all of whom lived to grow up except the first, and she was an invalid child.

I was the child of old age. My nativity, I am told, was not heartily welcomed, for the family was already within one of a dozen, and the means of support were not superabundant. I arrived at Middlebrook, New Jersey, while my father kept the toll gate, at which business the older children helped him, but I was too small to be of service. I have no memory of residence there, except the day of departure, and that only emphasised by the fact that we left an old cat which had purred her way into my affections, and separation from her was my first sorrow, so far as I can remember... Continue reading book >>




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