The Life and Labors of John Seybert; First Bishop of the Evangelical Association

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1888 Excerpt: ... that thy blood-money will reach the third or fourth generation of heirs? Your fields of blood will not reach the third! There lives in Heaven a righteous God, and as thou dost spoil thy neighbor's soul and body and family, so will God spoil thee and root out thy very name from beneath the sun. In such strains the Bishop went on, and carried his audience with him on the resistless tide of his burning eloquence. He was full of enthusiasm, full of sincere earnestness, full of information and full of divine love, and these things together made him an orator whose power over his audiences was seldom excelled. At one time, in his great interest in the cause, he ordered a lithograph of a great temperance painting, which portrayed in a striking manner the work of alcohol from the still to the gallows. It was known as Bishop Seybert's Whisky Dragon. One evening, on his way to an appointment, he passed a distillery, and a little further on a drunken wretch prostrate by the road-side in the gutter. He told his congregation that on the way he had passed one of the devil's hog-pens, (meaning the distillery), and a little further on, one of the devil's hogs! FINIS. GENERAL INDEX. A page. A bloody business-432 A brand plucked from the burn-ing 226 A Christian wedding 288 A colleague 253 A dollar in time of need 79 A fortunate man 343 A hard day 40 A hard trip 330 A modern Hannah 120 A night in a German hotel 301 A powerful sermon 359 A year's work 192 Abusive woman 151 Adventure in Lycoming creek... 293 Adventure in Schuylkill river... 78 Afraid of thunder 115 Aged Mennonite 342 Albright as Bishop 197 American feet on British soil-... 218 Among Spiritual children 304 Among the Amish 259 An appeal to the ministry 202 And the door was shut 214 An evening at Manheim 158...