(Athens Georgia) " Weekly Banner Watchman " for Tuesday June 1886 (date 15th)
A THEOLOGICAL DEBATE
A debate between Rev D. B. Clayton, of the Universalist Church, and Elder S. S. Landrum, of the Church of Christ, will be held in the Academy, Jug Tavern, Ga., July 7, 1886.
Proposition For Discussion:
1st. The Scriptures teach the final holiness and happiness of all mankind.
Clayton affirms; Landrum denies.
2d. The Scriptures teach that those who die in willful disobedience, of the Gospel, will suffer endless punishment.
Landrum affirms; Clayton denies.
2012 editorial comment:
Jug Tavern is now the city of Winder. It was known as Jug from 1793 to c1803, Jug Tavern starting in c1803. It was incorporated in 1884, and became the city of Winder in 1893.
The Academy was created in 1880, and at some point, apparently around 1887, it became a public school, and continued at the same site until 1938. A historic marker is all that remains of the school.
It is less than three miles from the Mulberry Grove Universalist Church.
S. S. Landrum was a preacher for the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ). He is known to have preached at the Antioch Christian Church near Watkinsville, Georgia during the years of 1886 - 1907, as well as founding the Christian Church in Winder in 1881. Living in Tampa. Florida in 1907, and then moved to Texas. Preaching in Missouri in 1905, he was called a "Southern Evangelist".
So therefore likely a fine debate between him and D. B. Clayton, the Universalist Southern Evangelist.
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Friday, April 13, 2012
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
1858 Wedding Ceremony
From Rev D. B. Clayton's autobiography are these comments on a:
Sensible Wedding.
During this visit, the writer celebrated on October 23, [1858] what he may, he thinks, properly designate a unique wedding. At Alston a friend of his, Mr. T. D. Feaster, intimated to him, as he went on up to Spartanburg, that he might possibly want him to perform a marriage ceremony for him as he returned. Mr. Feaster had already been married more than once, and was at that time boarding with the mother of his last wife, who was a widow, with one grown-up daughter and another about ten years of age. The residence was within a very few steps of the railroad track. Passengers going down from Spartanburg had to wait an hour or two for a train down from Greenville, on which to reach Columbia. On the arrival of the writer, Mr. Feaster invited him to his boarding house. He had not intimated, nor had the preacher any idea, who the bride was to be, in case a marriage should occur. On reaching the house introductions were passed, and Mr. Feaster and his friend sated.
No one was about, besides the two gentleman, but the mother and her two daughters, the elder of whom sat at her work-table sewing, the younger being engaged in the culinary department, which was in a side room. Conversation was engaged in, and continued for an hour or so, without any allusion to a wedding, when Mr. Feaster inquired of the preacher: "What is the time of day?" On being told, he remarked: "It will soon be train time" and then turning to the young lady at the work-table he said, "Mary, if we are going to get married, I guess we had better attend to it. Are you ready?" "Yes," replied she, and together they faced the minister, who by that time had taken his stand. The younger sister and her mother being called, stepped in from the cooking department, and, in much less time than it takes to record this description of the scene, the couple were united in the bonds of wedlock: whereupon the bride resumed the seat from which she had so recently arisen, took her work from the table, and resumed where she left off, the younger sister returned to her work, and the preacher, after waiting a little while longer till the train arrived, boarded it and went on his journey, with a five-dollar-bill in his pocket that he had not carried there, feeling that he had officiated at about as sensible a wedding as he had ever attended.
editor's note: Mary was Trez's 3rd wife (at least), I don't see where he married her sister - but certainly possible.
inspired by http://boyinthebands.com/archives/the-shortest-wedding-service/
Sensible Wedding.
During this visit, the writer celebrated on October 23, [1858] what he may, he thinks, properly designate a unique wedding. At Alston a friend of his, Mr. T. D. Feaster, intimated to him, as he went on up to Spartanburg, that he might possibly want him to perform a marriage ceremony for him as he returned. Mr. Feaster had already been married more than once, and was at that time boarding with the mother of his last wife, who was a widow, with one grown-up daughter and another about ten years of age. The residence was within a very few steps of the railroad track. Passengers going down from Spartanburg had to wait an hour or two for a train down from Greenville, on which to reach Columbia. On the arrival of the writer, Mr. Feaster invited him to his boarding house. He had not intimated, nor had the preacher any idea, who the bride was to be, in case a marriage should occur. On reaching the house introductions were passed, and Mr. Feaster and his friend sated.
No one was about, besides the two gentleman, but the mother and her two daughters, the elder of whom sat at her work-table sewing, the younger being engaged in the culinary department, which was in a side room. Conversation was engaged in, and continued for an hour or so, without any allusion to a wedding, when Mr. Feaster inquired of the preacher: "What is the time of day?" On being told, he remarked: "It will soon be train time" and then turning to the young lady at the work-table he said, "Mary, if we are going to get married, I guess we had better attend to it. Are you ready?" "Yes," replied she, and together they faced the minister, who by that time had taken his stand. The younger sister and her mother being called, stepped in from the cooking department, and, in much less time than it takes to record this description of the scene, the couple were united in the bonds of wedlock: whereupon the bride resumed the seat from which she had so recently arisen, took her work from the table, and resumed where she left off, the younger sister returned to her work, and the preacher, after waiting a little while longer till the train arrived, boarded it and went on his journey, with a five-dollar-bill in his pocket that he had not carried there, feeling that he had officiated at about as sensible a wedding as he had ever attended.
editor's note: Mary was Trez's 3rd wife (at least), I don't see where he married her sister - but certainly possible.
inspired by http://boyinthebands.com/archives/the-shortest-wedding-service/
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Experiences in Making Uuiversalists "MRS. MYSTIC" Rev. Q. H. Shlnn, D. D.
Experiences in Making Uuiversalists
"MRS. MYSTIC"
Rev. Q. H. Shlnn, D. D.
(taken from ONWARD 3 July 1906)
It was in 1895, if my memory is correct, that I was conducting a series of meetings in Columbia, South Carolina. The hall was barren, unattractive, Dr. D. B. Clayton's family had put in some chairs, about the only furniture.
One evening there sat before me a very responsive hearer. 1 could tell that while she listened eagerly, her receptive mind would occasionally shrink from taking in the whole Universalist message. Fear and misgiving seemed to mingle with impulses newly stirred and all aglow with hope. I had never seen this face before but soon was made intensely conscious that a hungry soul was yearning for something I had to give, and well 1 knew her cultured mind was weighing every word I spoke.
Either that night or the next she brought questions for me to answer. Desiring more time to answer them I secured her name and city address and called next day at her home. During the conversation it seemed at times difficult te make the essential points of our interpretation sufficiently clear for her to grasp. But I had no fear but she would see because willing to put prejudice aside and think. When people want to see they'll see.
Not long after this, the Sunday issue of a Columbia Daily began publishing articles signed by "Mrs. Mystic." So optismistic were they, so full of comfort and sunny hope, that many delighted readers began to ask, "Who is this Mrs. Mystic?" For many weeks these appeared, growing mere clearly Universalist in tone and spirit. I think it became noised about at length that "Mrs. Mystic" was teaching Universalism. At all events patrons of the paper sent in their protests and the Editor soon reached the conclusion that it would be best to discontinue the Sunday Department.
About this time I had sent some of "Mrs. Mystic's" articles to the Universalist herald, Edited by Rev. J. M. Bowers in Canon, Ga. They were gladly published and in a short time the writer was requested to engage as regular correspondent.
She did so and under her own name — Athalia L. J. Irwin. Now my readers knew that "Mrs. Mystic" is not a myth, but the missionary of the Young People's Christian Union in Little Rock, Arkansas.
For a long time after she fully espoused eur faith, it seemed impossible for her to sever her connection with the Baptist Church of which for so many years her father had been a faithful minister. Her brothers, sisters and friends were there, and the associations were sweet and sacred. No, she must stay. But she found out her mistake in time. Some never do. She could be a Universalist but she could not enjoy Universalism there. The Universalist Church is the only one in which a soul can knew the priceless value and sweetness of Universalism. To enjoy the faith one must be its witness. Its richness is never experienced by a silent believer.
Mrs. Irwin remained something over two years a faithful worker in her Baptist Church, a teacher in the Sunday School and an instructor of teachers, also a leading worker in the Ladies' Society. Meanwhile she was glad to contribute her labor to encourage the little band of Universalists and attend meetings when held. At last she clearly saw that the Baptist church could be no longer her religious home, and with her little daughter united with the Universalist Sunday Scheol.
In 1898, I believe it was—in that same humble hall—she stood beside her husband, Mr. George W. Irwin, to receive the fellowship of the Universalist Church. Dr. D. B. Clayton, I think was present assisting me in this service. Two years later their little daughter, Mabel, joined at twelve years of age.
On the thirtieth day of November, 1902, Mrs. Irwin was ordained as a Universalist minister and installed the Pastor of the Universaltst Church in Pensacola, Florida. The noble work she did and how greatly she was loved by all is well known to our people in the North.
Less than two years age she was called by the Executive Board of the National Y. P. C. U. to take the Mission in Little Rock. Under her leadership a beautiful Chapel has been built, and a fine corner lot secured for a future church. Back of this fronting on 13th Street, stands the attractive "Cottage Chapel."
Last week the Arkansas Conference met in it, and on Sunday, April 22, 1906, the new house of worship was dedicated, five ministers taking part, Revs. Rachel Billings, Athalia Irwin, B. F. Griffin, W. M. Edrington and the writer. A fine intelligent audience listened to these services, and at night the attendance was increased. Having been the founder of the church, it fell on me to preach the dedicatory sermon. Our property in the capital City of Arkansas is worth $4,000. Indebtedness $550- A great achievement for the friend whom I trust you will all go on encouraging until she gains still greater.
"MRS. MYSTIC"
Rev. Q. H. Shlnn, D. D.
(taken from ONWARD 3 July 1906)
It was in 1895, if my memory is correct, that I was conducting a series of meetings in Columbia, South Carolina. The hall was barren, unattractive, Dr. D. B. Clayton's family had put in some chairs, about the only furniture.
One evening there sat before me a very responsive hearer. 1 could tell that while she listened eagerly, her receptive mind would occasionally shrink from taking in the whole Universalist message. Fear and misgiving seemed to mingle with impulses newly stirred and all aglow with hope. I had never seen this face before but soon was made intensely conscious that a hungry soul was yearning for something I had to give, and well 1 knew her cultured mind was weighing every word I spoke.
Either that night or the next she brought questions for me to answer. Desiring more time to answer them I secured her name and city address and called next day at her home. During the conversation it seemed at times difficult te make the essential points of our interpretation sufficiently clear for her to grasp. But I had no fear but she would see because willing to put prejudice aside and think. When people want to see they'll see.
Not long after this, the Sunday issue of a Columbia Daily began publishing articles signed by "Mrs. Mystic." So optismistic were they, so full of comfort and sunny hope, that many delighted readers began to ask, "Who is this Mrs. Mystic?" For many weeks these appeared, growing mere clearly Universalist in tone and spirit. I think it became noised about at length that "Mrs. Mystic" was teaching Universalism. At all events patrons of the paper sent in their protests and the Editor soon reached the conclusion that it would be best to discontinue the Sunday Department.
About this time I had sent some of "Mrs. Mystic's" articles to the Universalist herald, Edited by Rev. J. M. Bowers in Canon, Ga. They were gladly published and in a short time the writer was requested to engage as regular correspondent.
She did so and under her own name — Athalia L. J. Irwin. Now my readers knew that "Mrs. Mystic" is not a myth, but the missionary of the Young People's Christian Union in Little Rock, Arkansas.
For a long time after she fully espoused eur faith, it seemed impossible for her to sever her connection with the Baptist Church of which for so many years her father had been a faithful minister. Her brothers, sisters and friends were there, and the associations were sweet and sacred. No, she must stay. But she found out her mistake in time. Some never do. She could be a Universalist but she could not enjoy Universalism there. The Universalist Church is the only one in which a soul can knew the priceless value and sweetness of Universalism. To enjoy the faith one must be its witness. Its richness is never experienced by a silent believer.
Mrs. Irwin remained something over two years a faithful worker in her Baptist Church, a teacher in the Sunday School and an instructor of teachers, also a leading worker in the Ladies' Society. Meanwhile she was glad to contribute her labor to encourage the little band of Universalists and attend meetings when held. At last she clearly saw that the Baptist church could be no longer her religious home, and with her little daughter united with the Universalist Sunday Scheol.
In 1898, I believe it was—in that same humble hall—she stood beside her husband, Mr. George W. Irwin, to receive the fellowship of the Universalist Church. Dr. D. B. Clayton, I think was present assisting me in this service. Two years later their little daughter, Mabel, joined at twelve years of age.
On the thirtieth day of November, 1902, Mrs. Irwin was ordained as a Universalist minister and installed the Pastor of the Universaltst Church in Pensacola, Florida. The noble work she did and how greatly she was loved by all is well known to our people in the North.
Less than two years age she was called by the Executive Board of the National Y. P. C. U. to take the Mission in Little Rock. Under her leadership a beautiful Chapel has been built, and a fine corner lot secured for a future church. Back of this fronting on 13th Street, stands the attractive "Cottage Chapel."
Last week the Arkansas Conference met in it, and on Sunday, April 22, 1906, the new house of worship was dedicated, five ministers taking part, Revs. Rachel Billings, Athalia Irwin, B. F. Griffin, W. M. Edrington and the writer. A fine intelligent audience listened to these services, and at night the attendance was increased. Having been the founder of the church, it fell on me to preach the dedicatory sermon. Our property in the capital City of Arkansas is worth $4,000. Indebtedness $550- A great achievement for the friend whom I trust you will all go on encouraging until she gains still greater.
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