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James Ormiston’s Appraisal Of Talbot Greaves And His Ministry
At Moxy-le-port Church, Bristol, on the Sunday next after the funeral, the Rector (the Rev. James Ormiston) preached a special sermon on the subject of the late Rev. Talbot Greaves’s life and ministry. The text taken was 2 Timothy 1:12, "For the which cause I also suffer these things; nevertheless, I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed to Him against that day." One subject, Mr. Ormiston observed, has very largely occupied their minds during the last week—the sudden and tragic home-call of God's faithful servant, their loved friend, the Rev. Talbot Greaves. Less than twelve months ago Mr. Greaves took for his text in Mary-Ie-port pulpit the…
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The Life And Ministry Of Talbot Greaves
A deeply touching interest attaches to our Portrait this month. The name of the Rev. Talbot Greaves, formerly Vicar of Clifton, and a constant speaker at the Clifton Conferences, had become familiar to our readers, not a few of whom had also frequently listened to his powerful Scriptural addresses at the October meetings in the Victoria Rooms. In our last month's issue we announced that God's servant had met with grave personal injuries through a fall from his horse, and that little hope of recovery was held out by his medical attendants. The anticipation of the end was speedily realized, and the noble Christian standard-bearer was called up to receive his crown not many hours after we penned those premonitory lines. Mr. Greaves, who was…
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The Life And Ministry Of Daniel Allen
Our departed brother Daniel Allen, of blessed memory, many years the beloved pastor of the Particular Baptist Church, A, Sydney, and whose death we recorded in our last issue, was born of humble parents in the parish of Wilbey, Suffolk, in the year 1824. About the year 1843 he left his native place for the colonies of Australia, and after arriving at Tasmania he removed in the course of a few years to Victoria, and rendered good service as a missionary in the goldfields. Subsequently, he was appointed to the charge of one of the Baptist Churches, and with the exception of a year spent in Launceston, continued as pastor of the Melbourne Church till 1870, when he settled at Sydney, and became the pastor…
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Book Review: Chronicles Of A Checkered Pathway
Book Review: Chronicles Of A Checkered Pathway. An Autobiography. By Edward Carr. Price 1s. Paper; 1s. 6d. Cloth. London: E. Wilmshurst, Blackheath, S. E. We hope all that know the author of this interesting record of a chequered life will buy this little work, that they may learn more fully the way the Lord has led him; and we hope many who do not know Mr. Carr personally will seek to become acquainted with him through the medium of this little work. We need not tell those who have read Mr. Carr's writings in the Sower that he wields a facile pen, is very orderly in arranging his matter, and brings forth sound and gracious truths, such as he has tasted, handled, and felt. We…
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The Life And Funeral Of Edward Carr
The name of the late Rev. Edward Carr, Pastor of Providence Chapel, Bristol Road, Bath, is well known to many of our readers. After a ministry extending over forty years he was called Home at the age of 68, on January 10 last. During our own ministry at Bath we frequently met Mr. Carr and enjoyed occasional happy intercourse with him. Many of his congregation were known to us. Shortly after the war broke out, there being no service at Providence Chapel; a large number of Mr. Carr's people attended Kensington Episcopal Chapel, on the occasion of a special intercession service in relation to the war. Mr. and Mrs. Carr were called to pass through deep sorrow by the loss of two of their sons…
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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.…
