Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1872-10-17

| walked up bravely, gave blow, and
-dodged. Mick, said the old man, in
voice of thunder, where is that half
dollar? He had me. The truth dodged
out of me. Said |, 'Out in the barn,
pop"
Death of a Patriarchal Preacher.
a telegram announces the death, at
his home in Illinois, of the Rev. Peter
Cartwright, of the Methodist Church, at
the advanced age of eighty seven. The
event was not unexpected, for, in addi-
ton to the infirmities Of more than four
score years, this venerable mau has for
months had laid upon him the hand of
disease, and last spring there was pre-
mature announcement that he had pass
ed away.
Th, Rev. Peter Cartwright, who was
born in Virginia in 1882, was for long,
er time Presiding Elder of the Methodist
Church than any one of his predecessors
or contemporaries, and his missionary
labors, entered upon when the region
beyond the Cumbc land Mountains was
wilderness, form no inconsiderable
part OF the history of Nethodism in
America. dis autobiography, in which
he has recorded the singular experiences
of his wonderful career, has MANY a
strange and deeply exciting page. AT
tie age of one-and-twenty he tells us
how he struggled with sinners at camp
meetings in the woods at Tennessee,
struggled with them in double sense,
reproving and chastising their sins with
spiritual and bodily weapons. When
riot was made 'in meeting,' as not un-
frequently happened, by the goddess
young reprobates of the frontier, the
sturdy young preacher went in and re-
stored order n et aImis. Though he
did not seek to
| prove his doctrine orthodox
By apostolic blows and knocks,
he was ever ready to stand up to the de-
fence oil his faith against all assailants,
and many disorderly sinner has gone
| down before Peter Cartwright's strong
! arm. Once it is said, when some one
threatened TO whip him, the fighting
preacher said, well, sir, | never like to
| live in dread. Ii you really intend to
whip me, come and DO it now The
man continuing TO menace and bluster.
| the unterriied Peter dismounted from
hi, horse and walking up to the bully
said: Now, sir, you hare to whip me,
as YOU threatened, or stop cursing me:
or | will put you in the river, and bap-
| tie YOU in the name of the devil, for
| surely you belong to him. On another
occasion, when Cartwright was preach
! ing before the Nashville Conference. the
time serving clergyman, whose pulpit he
occupied, seeing General Jackson stand.
ing IN the aisle, leaned over and said in
loud whisper, General jackson ha.
come ~, General Jackson has come in
Who Is General Jackson?' cried Cart
| wright IN voice OF thunder, Ifhc don
get his soul converted. God will damn
hlm as quick as he would Guinea ne
gro. In both instances the pluek aud
independence OF the man gained for
MN the esteem and confidence of the
men he conironled. The person whom
he proposed to baptize in the name OF
the devil supported him the nextvear for
public office, and Gen Jackson ever af
terwards treated him with the greatest
consideration and respect
Many years ago the Rev. Peter Cart
wright removed from Tennessee to lii
nois. where he eoutluued to labor for
The church TO the last. He did not often
visit the East, for he hadliftle liberation
Tor the Injuries aud conYentionalisms of
modern times and il is recorded Of him
that being ssi9ned room once on the
top floor OF the Astor House, he said he
SHOULD have to blaze his way to get back
AGAIN. tits eloquence was, therefore,
but little known by Eastern Metho0ists,
but IN the West it liagers like the strain
OF trumpet, and ii will be long before
MS name shall be forgotten In the
slXtV-eI@hth year of his ministry he csti-
mated that he had received into the
church no fewer than twelve thousand