The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1878-08-22
For the Citizen,
Rev. A. 6. Dinwiddie at Peytonsville.

DEAR Mr.. EDITOR The CITlzEl
of the Sth inst. brought us the wei
come intelligence that the Rev. Mr.
Dinwiddie would occupy the pulpi
at Peytonsville on the following
Sabbath, assisting the Rev. Mr.. Fa
gan in his ministerial duties 1t il
-Peytonsville-"o'er the hills anC
far away" nestled in a quiet littl'
valley; and though the cloud:
doomed dark and threateningly OF
Sabbath morning, we mounted {
fast saddle mare, and with party
of friends reached there just in time
to ride under a shelter and save
ourselves from an avalanche o.
water-the heaviest rain we ever
saw fall The beautiful little white
church embowered beneath its
grand old shade trees, stood with
its doors wide open, to receive the
large congregation that had been
arrested on their way to hear Mr..
Dinwiddie preach.
Eighteen years ago he had
preached his first sermon to them
with a wildly futtering heart! And
now they are flocking from the hills
and the wales to hear him agai n.
The news has spread over the land
and the church is filling fast. Soon
he came into the church, and every
eye is turned upon the 1.-THE and
erect figure, and bowed head as he
walks down the aisle and ascends to
the pulpit, welcomed with a warm
clasp of hand by the Rev. Mr.. Fa-
gan, who for the last ten minutes
had been sitting there, a picture
worthy to contemplate. One that
impressed you, and overshadowed
you with the sublime feeling: At
peace with all the World-at peace
with myself-at peace with my
Heavenly Father, Mr.. d. knelt and
prayed in silence, rose and turned
his face upon the congregation
glowing with inspiration. And it
has seldom been our good fortune
to hear finer discourse. But we
cannot point you to the text, nor
can we detail to you in words the
eloquent sermon. Take a pebble and
throw IL into a placid lake, its infiu-
ence is felt from shore to shore,
while you scarcely note the ripple
that widens and widens until it
touches the boundary of the lake!
and the pebble goes on sinking and
sinking, deeper and deeper until it
finds the very depths of the lake!
So the pleading eloquence of this
minister, as he stood there, chain.
ing his audience with bursts of
feeling, as he wildly pointed the
way to glory and to salvation, sank
into our hearts; and the good i'm
preston will be there through life,
glow in its ashes and live in eter-
nifty! Eyes all unused to tears
grow dim, as his soul radiated in
the majesty of his theme: and he
stood before his audience a success
full and mighty portrayer of the
holy word of Cod
After service we dined in the hos
pitable home of Mr.. Moses Gosey,
and met the ministers in social con-
verse, and found that radiance and
that we seldom meet.
The heart of the christian is always
cheerful, always sunny That of
itself, is a lesson to those cropping
in darkness. We came back to our
hill-place and the chirp of the crick-
cts in the cool shadows of evening,
greatly benefited, and loving the
CITIZEN more (if possible) for the
tidings it brought us; and believing
our guardian angel had led us "o'er
the hills and far away" to the little
church nestled in the valley, amidst
the "salt of the EARTH" to hear His
word proclaimed from the lips of
good men, Gratefully Yours,
EsTELLE VEHsE.
Co. Auo. ID.