. A history of the Richmond Theological Seminary : with reminiscences of thirty years' work among the coloured people of the South. ersonalfriends. After graduating with honor. Prof. Joneshas been for nineteen years a teacher in the Insti-tution of which he was formerly a pupil. also was graduated from Madison Univer-sity, and for eighteen years has been a teacher inthe Institution where he entered as a pupil, thenbeing unable to write his name. I shall never forget Uncle Jeffry and his faith-ful services, and his devotion to the services of theMaster. I am reminded by my friend, M
. A history of the Richmond Theological Seminary : with reminiscences of thirty years' work among the coloured people of the South. ersonalfriends. After graduating with honor. Prof. Joneshas been for nineteen years a teacher in the Insti-tution of which he was formerly a pupil. also was graduated from Madison Univer-sity, and for eighteen years has been a teacher inthe Institution where he entered as a pupil, thenbeing unable to write his name. I shall never forget Uncle Jeffry and his faith-ful services, and his devotion to the services of theMaster. I am reminded by my friend, Mrs, SarahHanson Nichols, a generous friend of the Semi-nary, and my present hostess as I write, of an inci-dent which occurred during a visit she paid atRichmond. Uncle Jeffry, while attending to someservice in my room, seeming unconscious of ourpresence, said half aloud, Last night I liad avision; and the old woman (meaning his recentlydeparted wife) was there, I seed her plain as Iselooking at you wid dese two eyes; she was a walk-ing the golden streets wid her silver slippers wasnt a black one thar. Hey had all been. Richmond Seminary. 85 washed in tie blood of de Lam; and made cleanand white as snow. And she said, yonder, darlies coming, Old Jeffry. Another time he met mecomino; out of the Schoolroom, and said, Its heapsof burdens youre a toting on your shoulders formy poor flown-trodden race, and I prays for youand Dr. Corey every day. If anybody in de worldought to get de blessing it is you, sure nuli. Oneevening wliile coming from his praying meeting hesaid to me, How did you like my meeting? Ireplied, Very much, didnt you? Xo, he said, dar was so many prayers and not a single grant,mighty cold Missus, mighty cold, so many prayersand not a single gruntJ He was accustomed to singwith great pathos and power his favorite hymns, well walk tru de valley in peace if Jesus His selfbe our leader dar, and Hark from de tooms adoleful sound. Uncle Jefi had bee
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