Memoirs of the Life And Character of the Rev Matthias Bruen Late Pastor of the
Memoirs of the Life And Character of the Rev Matthias Bruen Late Pastor of the
Mary Grey Lundie Duncan
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Thus, .shortly after' his return, he expresses a strong wish to be employed entirely in ministerial work, and a fear that his present leisure is not improved as it might be. He was much employed in desultory preaching to assist friends in the vicinity, and sometimes, when he could assemble a few people in a schpol-house, near his father's country residence, he addressed them oc- casionally on a week-day evening. One of his de- scriptions of himself will give a specimen of his occu- pations at t...his time* Brighton House, October 12th, 1819. *** I was do suddenly obliged to close my last, that I could not tell you of my special religious occupations, nor of the primitive figure I have cut across the river, here, among the sands of South Amboy, with my coat Digitized by VjOOQIC 134 MEMOIRS €9 off, traversing the hills of a sultry morning. I had a deserted Baptist meeting house to preach in- the other Sunday, the monument of desolation itself, a barn- looking edifice, without a single pane 6f glass remain- ing, each corner filled with ruined benches, aD painted gray by the hand of time, for man never thought it worth while to colour any part of it There was a window in the north to enlighten the preacher, and as it blew furiously from the north west, no two hairs of my head lay together, and when I caught hold of the pulpit to prevent my being blown away, I found it so frail as to require prudent handling.
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