| The Life of Dr. J.R. Miller |
Chapter 1 |
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There was no trace of the I-am-holier-than-thou spirit. He was as simple in his bearing when a boy as he was when a man. There was a deep, genuine sympathy in his heart that made all he met feel at once he was their friend who understood them and in whom they could confide. He was free from that patronizing air which too often impairs the influence of those who would be helpful to others. Those who worked beside him in the harvest field or met him in the neighbourhood social gatherings, as well as those who were his schoolmates, agreed that he was on of themselves, who showed in every word and action that he was interested in them and wanted to be of use to them. So, as he advanced gradually beyond the companions of the home, no jealousy was aroused, but on all sides there was rejoicing.
During his academy course he taught one term of school at Industry, Pennsylvania, and another at Calcutta, Ohio. So he did not enter Westminster College at New Wilmington, Pennsylvania, until 1861. He was so far advanced, however, that he was graduated in June, 1862. In the autumn of that year he entered the theological seminary of the United Presbyterian Church at Allegheny, Pennsylvania.
Throughout the first year at the seminary his mind was full of the war. He longed to enlist. But he had almost completed the year before his course was interrupted by military service.
Thomas McCarrell, His Book
God give him grace therein to look
That so he may the truth contain,
and these improve while life remains.
Lest some should find,
the owner’s name
Or if he lose and you should find
I pray you to restore again.
Thomas McCarrell, 1774
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