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GATHERING JEWELS.
JAMES KNOWLES.
[Illustration: THE LITTLE ORPHAN'S PRAYER
When only eight years old and left an orphan, at her father's death,
she went to the corner of the house and asked God to be a father and a
mother to her--Page 85]
GATHERING JEWELS;
Or,
The Secret of a Beautiful Life.
In Memoriam of Mr. & Mrs. James Knowles.
Selected from Their Diaries.
"They shall be Mine in that day when I come to make up My Jewels."
Edited by Rev. Duncan Mcneill Young.
New York:
William Knowles,
104 East Thirteenth Street.
1887.
Copyright, 1887.
By Wm. Knowles
PREFACE.
The present volume is a purely pastoral attempt, emanating from a
fraternal affection for two of God's honored saints, and an
increasingly growing desire for the glory of God in the salvation of
souls.
In presenting the following pages to the friends, acquaintances, and
co-laborers of our departed brother and sister I desire to record my
appreciation of the good achieved by two whose example among us was as
beneficial as that of the angel at the pool of Siloam, stirring up the
sluggish waters to fresh life and utility, and teaching us that
Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.
While a proper and very natural sentiment demands that the memoirs of
the beloved ones should not appear until some time has passed away, it
is also proper that their publication should not be put off till all
trace of the facts recorded and the impressions there from made have
been forgotten. During the preparation of these memoirs nothing has
been more clearly manifest to me than the steady recurrence, throughout
their lives, of a deep and earnest unison of feeling between man and
wife, in such unfailing sweetness as to find its way at once to our
hearts and clothe it with the freshness of a living, loving presence.
The subjects whose earthly career we are about to delineate, were
whole-souled enough to elicit the respect of all who knew them, hence
they made lasting friends, whilst to their own immediate family their
loss is irreparable, and it is hard to realize that they are no more;
for who is there among us who does not know what it is to be united by
a fond and passionate affection to those who are no longer with
us--ever to think of the beloved ones, and to feel ourselves constantly
under the influence of the vanished presence?
It cannot be claimed for James Knowles that he was a great man, a
learned scholar, or one possessed of extraordinary intellectual culture
above his fellows, but, as Hamerton says: "It is not erudition that
makes the intellectual man, but a sort of virtue which delights in
vigorous and beautiful thinking, just as moral virtue delights in
vigorous and beautiful conduct." So it was with our brother, he made the
most of the talents God endowed him with, and whatever he undertook to
do, he did with might and main; hence his success in any undertaking, or
any cause he espoused, for he seemed to realize that success in a _good_
cause is undoubtedly better than failure, while the result in any case
is not to be regarded so much as the aim and effort, and the striving
with which worthy objects are pursued. Although the Elder may have been
less than a Huss, a Calvin, or a Knox in public fame, he had emulated
them in self-contemplation and humility.
As for Matilda Knowles, our missionary, she was more than a Dorcas, and
equally vigorous in spirit with a Lydia; hence we speak of her in the
sphere in which it pleased God for her to labor. Those who will
carefully read the chapters devoted to her work, will at once perceive
that little is left for me to speak of in words of praise.
Let our Bible women study the pages of this book containing the record
of her toil in the vineyard, and note the fruits thereof for over a
quarter of a century; for no work purely imaginative in its character
ever outrivalled it in intensity of interest, especially to those who
have the salvation of the unregenerate at heart. To our children and
co-workers and successors we earnestly commend it; praying that the
Divine blessing may accompany its circulation and perusal in our own
and other lands until He shall come whose right it is to reign.
With these few prefatory remarks, with no claim to literary excellence,
and a prayer for the blessing of the Holy Spirit, I commit this
imperfect production to the perusal of all co-workers in the vineyard
of the Lord.
I also sincerely trust that it will be acceptable to every evangelical
denomination, where the love of the Great Creator, and the advancing
perfection of human life predominates over all forms of sin and
superstition.
DUNCAN M. YOUNG.
NEW YORK, August 18, 1887.
CONTENTS.
JAMES KNOWLES.
PAGE.
CHAPTER I.
Brief Sketch of the Life of James Knowles, 15
CHAPTER II.
Correspondence and Covenants, 24
CHAPTER III.
Scripture Texts, 29
CHAPTER IV.
The Last Hours, 38
CHAPTER V.
The Dead Who Die in the Lord, 46
CHAPTER VI.
A Brief Historical Sketch of the Allen Street Presbyterian Church, 70
MATILDA KNOWLES.
PAGE.
CHAPTER VII.
Brief Memoir of Matilda Knowles, 85
CHAPTER VIII.
The Value of Prayer, 89
CHAPTER IX.
The Story of William the Consumptive, 94
CHAPTER X.
Sowing and Reaping, 105
CHAPTER XI.
Daily Missionary Work, 113
CHAPTER XII.
Destitution and Reformation, 120
CHAPTER XIII.
Her Faithfulness in Little Things, 125
CHAPTER XIV.
The Power of Influence, 132
CHAPTER XV.
Miscellaneous Extracts from Her Diary, 136
CHAPTER XVI.
Struggles and Triumphs, 149
CHAPTER XVII.
Leading Souls To Christ, 156
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Dying Mother and the Intemperate Husband, 159
CHAPTER XIX.
Help and Loving Kindness, 163
CHAPTER XX.
Reaching the Heart, 166
CHAPTER XXI.
Winter Life and Scenes, 171
CHAPTER XXII.
Circulating the Scriptures, 175
CHAPTER XXIII.
The Ninety and Nine, 178
CHAPTER XXIV.
Answered Prayer, 185
CHAPTER XXV.
The Sin of Idolatry, 192
CHAPTER XXVI.
Peace Through Believing, 197
CHAPTER XXVII.
Drawn by the Cords of Love, 202
CHAPTER XXVIII.
Love for the Hebrews, 206
CHAPTER XXIX.
Thankfulness to God, 211
CHAPTER XXX.
Lost, but Found, 214
CHAPTER XXXI.
Sea-Side Excursions for Mothers and Children, 219
CHAPTER XXXII.
The Intemperate Wife, 223
CHAPTER XXXIII.
Her Love of Children and of Praying, 226
CHAPTER XXXIV.
The Conversion of Children, 231
CHAPTER XXXV.
Asleep in Jesus, 235
CHAPTER XXXVI.
Testimonials and Letters of Condolence, 264
CHAPTER XXXVII.
Conclusion, 278
Dedication.
To the Pastors, Elders, Sabbath-School Workers, and
the New York Female Bible Readers' Society,
who were Intimately Associated
with the deceased
in Winning Souls to Christ,
These Memoirs are Affectionately Dedicated
BY THE EDITOR.
In Memoriam.
DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF MR. AND MRS. JAMES KNOWLES.
They died within a week of each other, after a married life of forty-seven
years, and each at the age of seventy-five.
Ever faithful to the cause of their Master, they died as they had
lived--in triumphant faith.
Hand in hand, together they trod
Through years twoscore and seven;
Their only staff was the Word of God,
Their path was the way to heaven.
Hand in hand, e'er the burning sun
Had drunk up the morning dew,
They started their earthly journey to run,
While the heavens were fair and blue.
But life's path lies not through a grassy dell,
In the cool of the morning's shade;
There are scorching sands, and torrents that swell,
As well as the flowery glade.
There are crags to climb in the mountains fast,
There are gorges, and canyons deep,
And the blinding snow, and the wintry blast
Must over the landscape sweep.
And the shoulders must bear a wearisome load,
Whether o'er mountain or moor,
Or through forest, or dusty highway, lay the road,
Or the feet be bleeding and sore.
But hand in hand we see them still,
When the sun had drunk up the dew;
They were toiling steadfastly up the hill,
Ever keeping the end in view.
They scaled the crags of the mountain steep
When the noontide sun was high;
And they forded the flood of the canyon deep,
When the sun lay low in the sky.
But their tired feet are no longer as light
As in days of the long, long past,
And their youthful tresses have turned to white
With the snows, and the wintry blast.
Now hand in hand, they stand by the shore
Of a river dark and wide;
And the songs which the seraphs are wafting o'er,
They catch from the other side.
And their faces beam with unearthly light,
In the rays of the setting sun,
As their eyes peer far beyond mortals' sight,
And they learn that life's journey is done.
Hand in hand by the river, they stray
Where the dark waves wash the shore;
And they hear the splash, and the feathery spray,
As the ferryman dips his oar.
Now the father waves a loving adieu,
As he looses his claspèd hand;
And the ferryman plies his oar anew,
Till he reaches the golden strand.
By the silent waves of the river of death,
The mother is waiting still,
With eager eye and with bated breath,
The call of the Master's will.
Now her face is illumed by a heavenly light
As sweet as angels' breath;
For she knows that the unclasped hands will unite,
Across the river of death.
GEORGE F. SARGENT.
NEW YORK, February 17, 1887.
[Illustration: JAMES KNOWLES]
GATHERING JEWELS
CHAPTER I.
BRIEF SKETCH OF THE LIFE OF JAMES KNOWLES.
"God bless thee, bairn--my bonnie bairn,"
She said, an' straikit doon his hair;
"O may the widow's God be thine,
And mak' thee His peculiar care!"
James Knowles was born at sea, December 5, 1811, his father, the
previous day, having been swept overboard and lost. Unfortunately no
record of the misfortune was kept to be available for the present
purpose; hence we are unable to give either the name of the ship, or
the latitude and longitude it was in when his birth occurred. Picture
to yourself the deck of a vessel in mid-ocean, where the widow of a day
becomes a mother the next, the subject of this sketch being the infant
presented to her bosom, and you have a glimpse of the situation--though
it be unconnected with either a cottage, a mansion, or a palace.
The mother returned with the infant to the home of her father at
Ballymena, Ireland, where her relatives then undertook the care of the
fatherless babe, which eventually grew into healthy boyhood of the most
affectionate character.
As a youth he made rapid progress in the elementary branches of
education, often surprising his teachers with the patience and care he
exhibited in keeping in advance of his fellow-students--for he was
almost always at the head of his class. He was noted for his quiet,
unobtrusive disposition, underlying which was an internal force, which
made him prompt in action, and to the point in word, when the display
of such characteristics was sometimes necessary to establish his
individual superiority with more than usual power among his
fellow-schoolmates.
In 1826 he commenced his apprenticeship as a compositor, under the care
of Mr. Dugan, in the city of Belfast, Ireland, where he continued until
the expiration of the time of his indentures.
In 1832, after an ocean passage of sixty days in a sailing vessel, he
arrived in Philadelphia, Pa.
During this long and tedious voyage across the Atlantic, he and the
captain of the ship became very intimately attached to each other, and
he was frequently invited to dine with the officers.
After a brief stay in Philadelphia, he came to New York City, where he
found employment. Immediately after his arrival in this city, he became
a member of the Rev. Dr. McLeod's Reformed Presbyterian Church, in
Chambers Street, and continued with this church until after they had
removed to Prince Street.
In 1835 he became an employé in the office of the _Journal of Commerce_.
He frequently recalled that fearful night during the great fire in New
York, when the greater part of the lower portion of the city was totally
destroyed, and some of the large buildings had to be blown up with
gunpowder, to stop the ravages of the flames; he took an active part in
carrying the printing "forms" to a place of safety.
In 1839 he was married to Miss Matilda Darroch, who was a member of Dr.
McCarthy's Canal Street Presbyterian Church and a teacher in the
Sabbath-school.
As a Christian man, at this time, we find him teaching a large
Bible-class for young men in the above church, and to the end of his
earthly career he was constantly engaged in the Sabbath-school.
In 1849 the Prince Street Church property was sold to erect a new
building on Twelfth Street, where he continued to attend the services
until the year 1850, when some of the members, being anxious to enlarge
their borders, and continue the work in the lower part of the city,
formed the Second Reformed Presbyterian Church. They organized, and
called the Rev. Spencer L. Finney to the pastorate, who commenced to
hold services in the hall of the Apprentices' Library, No. 472
Broadway, where they worshipped for one year, and then secured more
ample accommodations in which to worship God, in the rooms of the
Medical College, Crosby Street, near Spring.
In 1850 he was carefully examined, and when found qualified for the
sacred office, was duly ordained a ruling elder in the Second Reformed
Presbyterian Church.
During the year 1854 the Church purchased the building in Mulberry
Street, near Grand, belonging to the Lutheran body.
At this time he continued to reside on the west side of the city, and
attended two sessions of the Sabbath-school morning and afternoon, with
two preaching services, and one prayer-meeting in the evening.
As soon as the congregation were permanently settled in a church
building, he removed from the west to the east side of the city, to the
Tenth Ward, in order to be in close proximity to his church work.
He continued to worship with the Second Reformed Presbyterian Church,
under the pastorate of the Rev. S. L. Finney, who, in 1863, was called
to Princeton, N.J.
The Rev. Geo. S. Chambers was subsequently called to take the pastoral
charge. Eventually, it was found essential to change their
ecclesiastical relations from the Reformed Presbyterian Church to the
Old School, from which time (the two religious bodies having become
united), the congregation became known as the Ebenezer Presbyterian
Church.
In due course it united with the Fortieth Street Presbyterian Church,
afterward called the Murray Hill Presbyterian Church, because at the
time, though in possession of a church building, they had no pastor.
Mr. Knowles continued to attend regularly until the imperative demands
of age and time called for change, when he became united with the Allen
Street Church.
In 1870 he accepted an invitation from his uncle to visit his native
place; and he frequently afterward remarked that the scenes of his
boyhood's days had materially changed as much as he had; realizing that
change, progress, and decay were written upon all things terrestrial.
During this visit to Europe, he greatly enjoyed rambles over the
country roads, admiring the beauties of the surrounding scenery.
On one occasion, while passing the school-house of his boyhood days, he
was found by an old friend, wistfully gazing at the building, who said,
"What are you looking at?" And upon entering into conversation, he
discovered that he and the gentleman who addressed him had been former
schoolmates together.
We find recorded in his diary the following:
"I now commence filling this book, which I brought with me from New
York, in the steamship Italia. I am now in Fenagh, Ireland."
From the record of this journey, we notice that he was very careful in
watching the signs of the times, and the changing moods of the weather.
For example, he writes thus:
_Sabbath, January 4, 1874._--When I rose this morning, I found the
ground covered with snow; the first fall of the season, and like the
little captive Syrian maid, though far from home and friends and
among comparative strangers, I do not forget God or the sanctuary.
_Monday, January 5th._--A fine day, but cold, and snow on the
ground.
_Tuesday, January 6th._--A fine day, and a fine thaw, which resulted
in the removal of the snow which had fallen a short time previously.
_Wednesday, January 7th_ (morning).--A fine day. Afternoon, clouds
gathering; lightning and thunder; came on to rain.
_Thursday, January 8th._--A fine day of the season.
_Friday, January 9th._--A fair day.
_Saturday, January 10th._--A fine day. I went into Ballymena myself,
and called at several places, and upon Mr. White, the printer, who
did not know me, or remember anything about me. I called also on
Mrs. McQuitty, who treated me in a very kindly manner. I also called
on Mr. Kilpatrick's, but I only saw two of his daughters, and a
little child. On the same day I bought McComb's almanac in
Ballymena; paid two pence for it. I also bought the _Ballymena
Observer_ from Mr. White. I walked into Ballymena, and also returned
in like manner, only that in returning I took a circuitous route,
that I might see a portion of the country that I had not seen for a
length of time before my departure for America, in June, 1832.
_Sabbath, January 11th_ (forenoon).--I heard Mr. Moody lecture from
the 16th chapter of John, and 16th verse.
_Afternoon._--Nehemiah, 9th chapter and 19th verse: "Yet Thou in Thy
manifold mercy, forsookest them not in the wilderness; the pillar of
the cloud departed not from them by day, to lead them in the way;
neither the pillar of fire by night, to show them light, and the way
wherein they should go."
_Monday, January 12th._--A cold day. I received a letter from my
son, William Knowles, in New York City.
_Wednesday, May 19, 1875._--A fine day. I went to Belfast in an
excursion train, and called at several places, and in the evening
took a cabin passage for Glasgow, Scotland. I went from Greenock to
Glasgow in the train; I arrived on Thursday morning in Glasgow,
about six o'clock, and went to my brother-in-law's, Mr. William
Darroch. The day is cold, blowing, and showers.
_Glasgow, Sabbath morning, May 23d._--Heard the Rev. Mr. Douglass
lecture from the 6th chapter of Matthew.
_Afternoon._--A lovely day. Heard another minister preach in the
same church, from the 3d chapter of Philippians, and 8th verse: "Yea
doubtless, and I count all things but lost for the excellency of the
knowledge of Christ Jesus, my Lord."
_Tuesday, May 25th._--I went with Mrs. Darroch and her daughter,
Maggie, to Edinburgh, and after visiting the castle, and a number of
other places of interest, returned to Glasgow the same day.
_Saturday, May 29th._--Returned to Belfast.
_Sabbath morning, May 30th._--A beautiful day. Heard Dr. Houston,
pastor of my boyhood, lecture from the 13th chapter of John; then
preach from 1st Thessalonians, 3d chapter, 12th and 13th verses.
Lecture in the evening, from the 6th and 7th chapter of Revelations.
I took dinner and tea with Rev. Dr. Houston and his family. A fine
day throughout.
Before returning to this country he expressed his love and unfeigned
gratitude to the memory of his sainted mother (who early taught him the
ways of God) by erecting a substantial monument over her grave to
perpetuate her revered name.
After spending two years in Europe he returned to New York, and was
elected an Elder in the Allen Street Church.
On Easter Sabbath, April, 1877, he was regularly installed into office
as a Ruling Elder.
So I ask Thee, Lord, to give me grace
My little place to fill,
That I may ever walk with Thee,
And ever do Thy will,
And in each duty, great or small;
I may be faithful still.
Of course, the life-work of such a man as we are contemplating was full
of little peculiarities (eccentricities, society calls them), which even
his most intimate relations with the world does not divulge to the
inquisitive of his day. It is only after such men pass away and their
relatives are permitted to look into the "private jewel-box," as it
were, that we come across the brilliant diamonds of thought, the
glowing rubies of expressed gratitude and, may be, some softly-tinted
pearls of faith, hope and charity, all lying together in the receptacle
which, even if humble in workmanship, is full of priceless treasures.
The Bible of our friend was very often used for over forty years, until
it showed that it was never allowed to preserve a dainty appearance
through a want of use, nor the dust to accumulate on cover or edge by
reason of its owner's non-usage of the sacred pages. It was a useful
Reference Bible, and, no doubt, of immense value and comfort to him,
for the pages are pretty well worn, even where no marks are made
indicative of favorite passages, etc.
Next among the eccentricities of our friend was the disposition to keep
a quiet order of memorandums, and a diary extending back for many
years, from which had we the space to spare in this book we would place
before the world some of the gems found in his jewel-box, as indicative
of the man's industry and the Christian's freedom from ostentatious
display.
Help each step upon the way,
Strength sufficient for the day,
All things easy in Thy might,
Work for thee a felt delight.
Courage, patience, grace supplied,
All things needful--at Thy side;
Such my happy lot will be,
Working, dearest Lord, with thee.
Agreeably with the spirit of our labor, we will take an impartial view
of our friend as a Christian, in the eyes of the world, and among
laymen generally. That he was no drone in the Christian hive, all the
world could see; that he was active and unusually laborious for Christ
and the Church, no one who follows the spirit of the sermon eulogizing
his memory, or who reads this work, can deny; as an Elder of the
Church, he was faithful in anything he was requested to perform,
especially in public prayer-meeting, individual devotional study, and
self-contemplation.
His sympathy for suffering humanity in any form, was, indeed, very
large, in fact so easily moved, that he would habitually visit the sick
members of the Church after being relieved from such duties. To him all
men and women were brothers and sisters, the distance of relationship
(if very strained and far between in some instances), he would claim,
was closer, more congenial, and intimate in others.
As a builder among the builders, a workman among the workmen of the
temple; or as a brother among brethren of the same house, he was
meekness itself; his spirit of patience never failing him in instances
where "to wait was gain," either for God, the Church, or himself.
His acquiescence in the decision of his brethren, when they at last
decided upon changing the location of their place of worship, was
secured at the price of sacrificing his own preferences in the
matter--and all for the sake of peace, harmony, and continued brotherly
love. In this he was a "light shining upon a hill-top."
The interest he always displayed and the anxiety he expressed for the
continued welfare of the Church, manifesting the same in the labors
performed or duties undertaken, was always profound, as it embraced
among other items of care the temporal welfare and spiritual prosperity
of the various clergymen with whom he had labored.
In his demeanor he was never in a hurry to do to-day what he should
have done yesterday, because having no faith in procrastination, he
left nothing undone to-day to be performed on the morrow, if by any
means it could be accomplished, or the duty performed at once. In going
to the House of God, he left all worry about the world on the outside
of it, the moment he entered the porch; the drudgery of every-day life
did not go with him into the pew; the prejudices of an ambiguous man
troubled him not, while the disposition to "take things easy," while
others bore the burden, was never fostered by him.
But he did carry something into the house every time he entered! He
took in with him his Bible, his sweetest temper, his most charitable
disposition, a vigorous condition of soul-life, a sensible care of the
temporal body, and also the continued desire to be always walking with
God, as well as the desire for larger acquisitions of intuitive
spiritual knowledge--very proper things to take into the House of God
with you at all times; and our departed brother had enough of these,
and to spare.
But to cease from reflection, we close this chapter with one of our
friend's favorite little gems of poetry, believing that when you have
read it, you will agree with us that James Knowles was a man to be
beloved, indeed; for through these few lines his spirit breathes back
again to us from the great beyond:
If you cannot be a leader
In the crowd that pours along,
Raise the fallen, lying prostrate
Under foot, amid the throng.
Though your work be never mentioned,
Though your name may not appear,
Speak one word for "Jesus only,"
And the Lord, at least, will hear.