At the meetings of the
Virginia Synod, for about the first forty years of the nineteenth
century, might have been seen a wrinkled, white-haired man of low
stature, with head and shoulders large enough for a taller frame; his
manners simple, his dress approaching the antique, always neat and
becoming; whom all called father Mitchel; and no one could tell when he
was not so called. To him the members of Synod were especially kind and
attentive and respectful, beyond what age from its own gravity might
demand. A stranger might inquire — Is he the accredited head of the
Seminary '— a leading Theologian? — a debater? — a principal man in some
of the great enterprises of benevolence? — a pleader of the cause of
humanity in some interesting department? — no none of these. He pleads a
cause, and has pleaded but one all his active life; pleads it in
simplicity and earnestness and with success; pleads it in his daily
life, and from the "pulpit. That cause is the cause of the Lord Jesus
Christ, the message of mercy to sinful man; that he pleads always, and
every where, with a warm heart and trumpet voice. Boasting no great
stores of learning of any sort, he preached the gospel from the year
1781 in his 84th year, till the year 1841 in his 95th year. All the men
that grew old with Rev. Archibald Alexander knew Mr. Mitchel as a man of
God, whose congregations had been visited many a time from on high, and
to many of them he had been a chosen physician of their souls. He loved
his God, and loved his fellow-men, and loved to preach the gospel; and
in his “quietness and confidence was his strength.” A laborious old man,
he accomplished all through life more than his youth, or his abilities,
or his acquirements, or physical strength, ever promised. John B. Smith,
President of Hampden Sidney, said that Mr. Graham, on his visit,
preached the greatest sermon he had ever heard, except one, and that was
preached by this powerful and weak, gentle and strong old man, James
Mitchel. As pastor of the Church in Bedford he saw rise, within the
shadow of the Peaks of Otter, great and good men, before whose intellect
and acquirements he bowed in sincerity and respect. Simple-hearted as a
child, God chose him to cherish the childhood of gigantic men. A pastor,
God chose him to be one of those laborious missionaries that sowed, over
south-west Virginia, seed now springing up under other laborers, into
churches of the living God. Few men have been more useful, and yet no
one act of his life attracted the attention of the Church and the world.
A succession of every-day duties of a minister of the gospel filled up
his life.
If ever he kept a diary,
or a journal, the manuscript has perished, or gone into seclusion beyond
the keenness of present research. Long before his death, no one could be
found that knew his childhood, and but few recollected his early
manhood. His narratives of former days are remembered by many. He
trusted his memory as a faithful servant, and she gave forth her
treasures at his command. No written memorial from his hand, testifies
to those that come after him the faithfulness of God to his soul. His
acts remain in their influence, and here and there a tradition, and some
sentences in the record of ecclesiastical courts; all else is passed
from earth, and remains written in the book of God for the high purposes
of another day. The Rev. Jacob D. Mitchell says, under date —
“Lynchburg, Nov. 1st 1854: Brother Foote — I am now able to reply to
your enquiries concerning the Rev. James Mitchel (he preferred this
orthography) and I believe the statements may be relied on as authentic.
James Mitchel was born at Pequa, Pennsylvania, Jan. 29th 1747. His
father Robert Mitchel, was born in the north of Ireland, but emigrated
to America while yet a youth. He is reputed to have been a man of
vigorous intellect and devoted piety, well instructed in religion, and a
devoted and thorough Presbyterian. His wife, whose maiden name was Mary
Enos, was, it seems, of Welsh extraction. She, like her husband, was an
eminently pious Presbyterian. This excellent pair resided in Bedford
County, for many years, and were members, the husband being ruling
elder, of the Church, of which their son was pastor. They both lived to
a good old age. He lived to be 85; of her age I am not informed. They
had 13 children, of whom not one died less than 70 years old. The
Mitchel family seems to have been remarkable in former times for piety
and longevity. Robert Mitchel it seems was converted while yet a boy.
The immediate means of his awakening was the fact of overhearing his
great-grandmother, at her secret devotions, praying for him. She was
then more than 100 years old; she lived to the age of 112.” We may add —
that this Robert Mitchel, tradition says, was very fond of music, and
did much to promote singing in the congregation. He talked much of Derry
and the affairs of that noted town, and the sufferings of the Mitchel
family in that famous siege. The peculiar dialect of his countrymen was
marked in his speech. As an elder he was worthy of double honor.
“The Rev. James Mitchel,”
the letter resumes, “made a public profession of religion and became a
communicant in the Church, in his 17th year, though his mind underwent a
saving change considerably earlier. He was licensed to preach the gospel
in 1781, (October) for I have often heard him say, that while the
Presbytery was in session taking measures for his licensure, a courier
came by the Church and made proclamation of the surrender of
Cornwallis.” His preparations for the ministry were commenced after his
youth had passed. About his Christian exercises and desires for the
ministry, little is known; one circumstance is remembered. At a
sacramental meeting at Cub Creek old meeting house, he was in attendance
as a preacher. After a prayer-meeting in the Church, first one and then
another wTas attracted by the voice of earnest prayer, in the woods. The
loud tones precluded the idea of secrecy. Father Mitchel was found on
his knees, with his arms around the body of a small decaying old
persimmon tree dead at the top, the tears rolling down his cheeks. When
he arose, a little surprised to find any one near, he remarked, “ there,
under that tree I found peace in believing in the Lord Jesus; and I
can’t visit this Church without coming to that tree.” It is probable
that his experience of the love of Christ, was under the preaching of
Mr. Henry, who was at that } time the pastor. Of the circumstances of
his classical education, little is known; and as little of his studies
in preparation for the . ministry, except for a time he was tutor in
Hampden Sidney Col-’lege. During the war he made a short tour of
military duty. 'Though a man of courage, the two months’ service
satisfied him of the undesirableness of camp life, unless under the
greatest necessity. At a meeting of the Presbytery at Tinkling Spring,
April 27th, 1780, immediately after Mr. John Montgomery had been
ordained evangelist to meet the exigencies of the vacancies, Mr. Mitchel
was proposed as candidate; and after the usual enquiries, “and having
had a specimen of his ability in composition,” he was received for
further trials for licensure. An infantes illorum qui negligunt
institutiones Christi vulgo baptizantur — was given him for an exegesis;
and 1st John 4. 13, for a sermon “to be delivered at our next.” At
Falling Spring, in October, the sermon met the approbation of the
Presbytery; and the exegesis was put over ; and a lecture on Heb. 6. 1 —
9, appointed for the next meeting. The records of “that next meeting” in
the spring of 1781, are lost. At Concord, in October 1781, his trial
sermons from Colossians 1.
14, delivered at the
opening of Presbytery, gave entire satisfaction. His examinations were
all sustained, and he together with Samuel Shannon was licensed to
preach the gospel. Messrs. Moses Hoge, Adam Rankin, and John M’Cue
exhibited parts of trial at the same meeting; all of whom finally
entered the ministry; also a day of thanksgiving for the surrender of
Cornwallis was appointed.
Mr. Mitchel was advised
by Presbytery to take a tour to the Western territories. At New
Providence, October 23d, 1782, a supplication, from the united
congregations of Concord and Little Fallings, for Mr. Mitchel’s
services, was considered; and Messrs. J. B. Smith and David Rice were
appointed to inquire into the provision made for Mr. Mitchel’s support;
and an appointment for a year was made dependent upon its being
satisfactory. "This year,” continues the letter from Rev. J. D. Mitchel,
“ he was married to Francis, daughter of Rev. David Rice, her mother
Mary Rice, originally Mary Blair, was daughter of that distinguished
scholar and man of God, the Rev. Samuel Blair, of Fogg’s Manor, the
theological teacher of Samuel Davies and John Rodgers. After marriage,
Mr. Mitchel removed to Kentucky, where he preached the gospel and
supported his family by teaching school.” His stay in Kentucky was
short, for in October, 1783, supplications coming up to Presbytery for
supplies from the Peaks, in Bedford, from which Mr. Rice had been
dismissed, in the spring, to remove to Kentucky, and from Hat Creek and
Cub Creek, the Presbytery agreed to send Mr. Mitchel to the latter
churches, and appointed a day in the succeeding February for his
ordination at Cub Creek. On account of inclement weather, this
appointment failed. The Presbytery then fixed upon the 1st Tuesday of
August, 1784, and Hampden Sidney as the place for the ordination. On the
day appointed, only two members of Presbytery assembled, Messrs. Smith
and Irvin; tnese adjourned to meet the next day at Buffalo, to
accommodate Mr. Sankey, who, on account of infirmities, could not go far
from home. The services were performed on the 4th of August. Mr. Mkchel
continued to preach to the congregations of Cub Creek and Hat Creek
about these years. By appointment of Presbytery, he met Messrs. David
Rice and Adam Rankin at Cane River, in Kentucky, November, 1785. The
object of their meeting was not accomplished. However, a conference of
churches was held which led to the formation of Transylvania Presbytery.
In March, 1786, the congregation of the Peaks put in a call for Mr.
Mitchel; and the Presbytery gave him leave to supply the congregation
for the summer, and keep the call under consideration. In the May
succeeding, the Synod of New York and Philadelphia, in preparation for
forming a General Assembly of the Church, divided the Presbytery of
Hanover, constituting the Blue Ridge the dividing line. That portion
east of the Ridge, retained the name of Hanover; that on the western
side was named Lexington. At the first meeting of Hanover as thus
constituted, Mr. Mitchel is set down as pastor of the Peaks. By mistake
his acceptance of the call is not recorded till April 27th, 1787. There
is no record of installation services. In the spring of 1787, Hampden
Sidney College conferred on him the degree of A. B. Why so long out of
course, is not known. With the congregation covering an indefinite space
of country around the Peaks, he passed his long ministerial life.
Sometimes he had a colleague, and sometimes he labored alone. Old age,
with its weaknesses, at last compelled him to resign the oversight of
the people, with whom he yet remained, and labored on according to his
strength, till he had passed fifty-five years in their midst. A length
of time unparalleled in the history of Virginia churches.
Soon after the removal of
Mr. Mitchel to Bedford, that great awakening to the realities of gospel
truth commenced in Charlotte, making its first appearance among the
Baptists, and in a few years by the agency of Smith, Pattillo, Lacy, and
Mitchel, spreading over a large portion of Hanover Presbytery, and a
part of Orange in North Carolina. Then, by the aid of additional
laborers, that came into the field, fruits of the revival, and Graham
from the Liberty Hall Academy, the blessed influences were extended over
the greater part of the Valley of the Shenandoah and the mountains;
around and beyond the head waters of the James. The young men gathered
in from this revival, Alexander, Calhoon, Hill, Grigsby, Marshall,
Stewart, Houston, Baxter, and Turner, the Lyles and others fixed the
standard of orthodoxy, and the tone of piety in the Synod of Virginia,
and throughout much of the West, for generations. The usual sacramental
meeting was held at the Peaks, embracing the Friday and Saturday
previous to the communion Sabbath, and the Monday preceding — and when
necessary the following days—all occupied m acts of worship in
connection with the Lord’s Supper. Mr. Lacy attended one of those
meetings. James Turner, the leader of the Beefsteak Club, came out
openly on the Lord’s side; and many others followed the example. It was
in the congregation of Mr. Mitchel, the protracted meeting was held by
Mr. Graham, on his return from Prince Edward, assisted by J. B. Smith
and young Legrand, of which Dr. Alexander speaks — when he says he had
some private conversation with the pastor, which was of great importance
to him. And from that meeting the young company went home rejoicing in
the Lord, and singing praises in the mountains, carrying along with
them, in the mercy of God, a happy influence to Ruckbridge. It was in
this congregation, the meeting was held by the ministers of different
denominations, as related by .Lacy, to find out the common bond of
Christians, and the common ground of fellowship. To this congregation
Baxter came to he refreshed, when the reviving influences were felt in
the beginning of the 19th century. Mr. Mitchel was connected, in the
minds of all the active clergymen and laymen of the last quarter of the
18th, and first quarter of the 19th century, with revivals of religion ;
and considered as skilful in cases of conscience and of Christian
experience. In Bedford was held the first meeting of the Commission of
the Virginia Synod, April 2d, 1790; an organization blessed with great
success in sending effective missionaries to new settlements, and to the
Indians on the frontiers. Mr. Mitchell was a member.
As the Baptists were the
first agents in the revival in Charlotte, in 1787, and onwards, and were
co-laborers there and every where else east of the Ridge, during its
whole influence, the manner and subjects of Baptism were, sooner or
later, everywhere, discussed. Mr. Mitchel gave many hours of reflection
to these subjects, and wrote out his thoughts, and prepared a treatise
for the press. The ministers acquainted with its contents pronounced it
admirably well fitted for the times. This treatise never saw the light.
The author’s means were narrow, and Boards of Publication unknown. It
cannot now be found. Mr. Mitchel was heard to say about it, that he had
revised it and put it into the hands of a friend to read, and to dispose
of as he thought best, believing him fully competent to decide, and of
pecuniary ability to publish. The name of this friend lie did not give.
As the workings of the mind of a simple-hearted man, on a subject
involving matters of conscience and his communion with God, the
production would be interesting at least as a part of his mental and
spiritual history.
When past his fiftieth
year he suffered from nervous derangement and mental spiritual
depression. He was not confined to his house, for he said on his deatfi-bed
he had been sick but half a day in his life; but his depression rendered
him unhappy. He began to think himself unfit to preach the gospel of
Christ. He somewhat reluctantly set out with some young friends to
attend the Synod at Winchester. Stopping to spend the night in New
Market, Shenandoah County, he was with much urgency prevailed on to
preach in the evening, at short notice. He took for his text the Words
addressed to our sinning father — “Adam, where art thou?” His heads of
discourse were — 1st. All men had a place like Adam in which they ought
to be ; 2nd. All men like Adam were found out of their place and where
they ought not to be; 3d. All men, unless they took warning, would soon
find themselves in a place they would not wTant to be. As he proceeded
he became greatly excited in feeling, and vehement in delivery. The
effect was great. He went on his way the next day rejoicing. Many years
afterwards, at an ecclesiastical meeting, a gentleman approached Mr.
Mitchel with expressions of gladness—Do you remember preaching in New
Market of a night, years ago, On the words — Adam, where art thou? — I
do very well replied the old gentleman. Well sir, that sermon found me a
poor ungodly sinner, and by the blessing of God effectually aroused me;
I had no peace till I found it in Christ the Lord.” The speaker was an
elder in the Church and a member of the judicatory. Tradition also says,
an old man whose Christian name was Adam, an unbeliever, had gone into
the meeting. His attention was aroused, and as Mr. Mitchel often cried
out, “Adam, where art thou now?” the old man felt as if the strange
preacher was after him, hunting him up in all his hiding-places. He was
out of his place he knew; and, alas, would soon be in that dreadful fire
from which he could not escape. He could not rest till he bowed to the
Lord Christ.
Mr. Mitchel was fond of
missionary excursions, of weeks and months at a time, in the
south-western counties of Virginia. For these he was admirably prepared.
Active, cheerful, vehement in his public addresses, and perfectly
fearless, he commanded the attention and impressed the hearts of the
somewhat scattered population of those mountains. His rides to
Presbytery and Synod, and to assist his brethren in communion seasons,
were made by him opportunities of preaching the gospel in families and
neighborhoods, often greatly blessed to the hearers. He was a preacher
always, and every where, endeavoring to do his Master’s will to the best
of his abilities. His sermons were rich in experience, and often
overflowing from the treasury of God. Never dull, in his pulpit
services, often lifting up his voice like a trumpet, with most energetic
gestures; never assuming, he maintained his self-respect and the respect
of others. Strictly orthodox, and equally kind, he was jealous of all
innovations in the practices, as well as the doctrines, of the Church;
for he believed that modes and forms had much to do with the purity of
doctrine. When the members of Hanover Presbytery began to omit the use
of tokens at the Lord’s table, he was alarmed. He thought the practice
of giving to each communicant, a day or two, or the morning, before the
Lord’s Supper, a printed card, or a small medal, to be delivered to the
elders at the table, had a happy efiect, as it prevented persons coming
to communion without the approbation of the officers of the Church; and
also gave the opportunity of speaking to each communicant particularly;
and should there be any kind of necessity, of making enquiries or
administering counsel, and warning, which, in scattered congregations,
is of importance. When he discovered that the leading members of
Presbytery were laying them aside as unnecessary and cumbersome, and
that the omission was likely to become general, he appeared before his
brethren in Synod and administered a grave rebuke with the authority of
a father. The Rices, Speece, Baxter, Calhoon, Hill and others, listened
with the reverence becoming the place and the old man. To avoid every
thing that might wound his feelings in a debate, the subject was put
over for consideration, and in the progress of business was not called
up in time for discussion before 'adjournment. No other man could have
administered a reproof of equal severity to the Virginia Synod, and have
escaped a suitable reply, from the readiness of Calhoon, the humor of
Speece, the gravity of Rice and Baxter, and the spirit of Hill.
Mr. Mitchel was the
father of thirteen children, two sons and eleven daughters. Of these,
one son and four daughters died before him, all giving decided evidence
of preparation for the kingdom of heaven. His widow, twenty years his
junior, confined by bodily weakness, to her bed — “the most devoted and
happiest of Christians,” still lives possessing mental vigor and a
retentive memory.
The Rev. J. G. Shepperson,
who was with him the last days of his life, thus wrote: — “Few men ever
understood more thoroughly than he, the system of doctrine contained in
our excellent Confession of Faith and Catechisms, or loved it more
cordially, or knew better the evidence by which its varied parts are
sustained. While firm and decided in his own views, he was no bigot. The
writer has never known a man who gave stronger evidence of love to the
Redeemer’s image wherever found. His deep sense of his own depravity,
helplessness and guilt as a sinner, his adoring views of the grace,
power, faithfulness, and suitableness of the Lord Jesus as a Saviour
from sin and condemnation, his simple obedience to whatever he believed
God had commanded, his unwavering confidence in his heavenly father, and
joyful submission to his will, when prospects seemed darkest, and when
his affections were most severe, could escape the attention of none who
knew him; and proved beyond all doubt that he was a man who walked with
God; and had made extraordinary attainments in meetness to dwell with
him in his upper sanctuary. He was dead to the world; for things seen
and temporal, it was manifest he cared little or nothing except as
connected with things unseen and eternal. It was impossible to be with
him five minutes, without being convinced that his affections were set
on things above, and his speech eminently fit to minister grace to the
hearers. The writer enjoyed the high privilege of being with this
eminent servant of God almost the whole of the last three weeks of his
earthly pilgrimage. And what he witnessed, it is alike impossible for
him ever to forget, or adequately to describe. Though the aged Christian
was now in his first sickness, as well as his last, not a word, not a
look betrayed any emotion incompatible with entire patience, full
contentment, and joyful submission to his heavenly father’s will. When a
hope was expressed that he should recover, his reply was, “I am in the
hands of God, that is just where I want to be.” Frequently he would
speak of his friends who had gone before, especially his children, who
had died in the Lord, and express his joyful hope of meeting them in
heaven ; and his early associates in the ministry, especially Drury
Lacy, and Dr. Moses Hoge. One morning a little more than a week before
his death, at the close of a conversation on some of the topics already
mentioned, he remained silent for some minutes. Then looking around on
the members of his family, who were present, he spoke as nearly as can
now be remembered — “I do now affectionately commit to my covenant God,
my wife, my children, my grand-children, and all connected with me, and
all my descendants to the latest generation;” after which he appeared to
resume the exercise of silent prayer in which he was previously engaged.
To the last moment of his life, the placid expression of his
countenance, and the few words he was able occasionally to utter evinced
that his joy was uninterrupted and increasing. One of the last sentences
he was heard to speak was — “I want to live just so long, as my living
will be for the glory of God, but no longer.” On waking from a gentle
slumber, on the afternoon of his dying day, his breath grew shorter, his
countenance was lighted up with a more joyful expression. In a few
moments he calmly folded his arms, closed his eyes and resigned his
spirit into the hands of his beloved Lord. Thus went to his rest James
Mitchel, on Saturday, Feb. 27th, 1841, aged ninety-four years and one
month.
His last sermon was
preached at the house of his sister-in-law, Mrs. Margaret Mitchel, on
the last Sabbath of December, 1840, from the same text taken by his
venerable colleague for his last sermon nearly thirteen years before,
Luke’s Gospel 2d: 13, 14, And suddenly there was with the angel a
multitute of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, glory to God in
the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. Three of his
sons-in-law, and one grand-son are Presbyterian ministers.
Rev. Samuel Houston.
Mr. Houston was born on
Hay’s Creek, in the congregation of New Providence. In his letter to Mr.
Morrison, he gives a few pleasant facts respecting his ancestry. His
parents’ names were John Houston and Sally Todd. His father was for many
years an elder in New Providence. In his old age he removed to
Tennessee, and died at about fourscore years. While an infant, Mr.
Samuel Houston was exceedingly feeble; on more than one occasion he was
laid down supposed to be dying. As he increased in years he became
vigorous; and through a long life enjoyed almost uninterrupted health.
In his manhood he was tall, erect, square shouldered, spare and active;
particular in his dress, and dignified in his deportment. After he
became a minister, he seemed never to forget that he was a minister of
the Lord Jesus, and that all parts of his office were honorable. All
duties devolving on him by custom, or by the voice of his brethren, he
cheerfully performed to the utmost of his ability. From his deference to
those of greater acquirements, or more ample endowments of mind, or more
maturity of age, and his unobtrusiveness upon the public, strangers
might have concluded that he was a timid man. And when called to act,
and his line of duty led him to face opposition, in whatever form it
might come, his imperturbability might, by a casual observer, have been
considered want of feeling. But his kindness and benevolence in the
relations of life demonstrated the depth of feeling in his heart; and
his acquaintances knew him to be pure in his principles, warm in his
affections, and unflinching in his bravery. A man was sure of a firm
friend, if he could convince Samuel Houston it was his duty to stand by
him. His whole appearance and bearing were those of an honest man.
His classical education
was completed during the troubles and confusions of the American
Revolution, and about the time of the removal of Liberty Hall Academy to
the neighborhood of Lexington. In 1781 a call came for militia to assist
Greene against Cornwallis. The memorable battle of the Cowpens had been
fought, and Morgan, under protection .of Greene’s retreating army, had
escaped with the prisoners to Virginia. Cornwallis had encamped at
Hillsborough, and Greene was waiting near the Virginia line for
reinforcements to drive his pursuer, Cornwallis, back to South Carolina,
or overcome him in battle. Samuel Houston was called to go as a private
from the congregation of New Providence, in his 23d year. Arrested in
his studies preparatory to the ministry, he went cheerfully, with
others, to try the labors and exposures of the camp. After his death
there was found among his papers a manuscript of foolscap, folded down
to sixteen leaves a sheet, on which were memoranda of his campaign,
covering about the one half of a sheet of the large size, then in use.
He notices all that appeared to him worthy of special mention, and as
remembrancers of all that occurred. No better description of a militia
force in its weakness and efficiency has been left us from the
experience of the Revolution. The beginning is abrupt; no mention being
made of the draft, or the officers in command, or the object of the
expedition.
February 26, ’81.
Monday, Feb. 26th. — We
marched from Lexington to Grigsby’s, and encamped.
Tuesday, 27th. — Marched
fifteen miles, and encamped at Purgatory. I saw the cave.
Wednesday, 28th. —
Marched from Purgatory to Lunies’ Creek, twelve miles.
Thursday, March ls£, —
Marched from Lunies’ Creek to a mile beyond Howard’s; total seventeen
miles. Drew liquor in the morning. I paid fifteen dollars for beer to
Mrs. Brackinridge.
Friday, 2d. — Marched
from near Howard’s past Rag Hall, governed by President Slovenly; three
or four of our men got drunk in the evening. Our march continued fifteen
miles; encamped at Little Otter, Bedford.
Saturday, 3d. — Marched
from Little Otter to within two miles of New London ; nineteen miles.
Sabbath, 4th. — Marched
two miles beyond New London to Mr. Ward’s; in which march we pressed a
hog, which was served without scraping. On this day I kept guard No. 16.
The day’s march was twenty miles.
Monday, 5th. —Marched
from Major Ward’s ; crossed Staunton river into Pittsylvania. I was on
the fatigue to drive steers, but happly they had broken out of the
pasture. Our march was eight miles, and encamped.
Tuesday, 5th.— Marched
from Ward’s about fourteen miles. We were searched, and Mr. Ward’s goods
found with James Berry and John Harris, who were whipped. The same were
condemned to ten lashes for disobeying the officer of the day on Monday.
Wednesday, 9th.—Marched
from near Shelton’s to Col. Williams’ mill, about twelve miles; crossed
Bannister, into which James McElroy fell; John Harris deserted, and
James Berry was taken and sent to prison.
Thursday, 8th. — Marched
from Col. Williams’ to near three miles from Dan river. Some of the boys
set the woods on lire, which the Major put out. Our day’s journey
nineteen miles.
Friday, 9th. — Marched
from beyond Dan to the borders of N. C., six miles ; we crossed Dan,
where Gilmore’s wagon had nearly sunk by the chain of the flat breaking.
At this river some mean cowards threatened to return. This morning,
Lyle, Hays and Lusk went to Gen. Green and returned. The same day
deserted at Dan, Geo. Culwell.
Saturday, 10th. — Marched
from near three miles of Dan to head quarters, which we entered at
twelve o’clock at night. In the evening we encamped six miles from H. Q.
Soon after we decamped. Thirty miles.
Sabbath, 11th.—Lay in
camp. In the evening we were ordered to prepare for a march ; after we
were ordered to stay ; after our orders for the future were read out, we
cooked two days’ provisions.
Monday, 12th. — Marched
first S. W. to the end of camp, then turned directly back, and stood
some hours ; at last we left camp at the High Rock, and marched near six
miles. Again we turn back about a mile, and encamp near Haw river.
Tuesday, 13. — We paraded
several times, and at last fired in platoons and battalions ; in doing
which one of the North Carolina militia was shot through the head ; a
bullet glancing from a tree, struck Geo. Moore on the head — of our
battalion. In the evening we marched from Haw river about three miles,
and encamped.
Wednesday, 14th. —
Decamped at Reedy Creek, and marched to Guilford Court House, ten miles.
Thursday, 15th. — Was
rainy in the morning. We often paraded, and about ten o’clock, lying
about our fires, we heard our light infantry and cavalry, who were down
near the English lines, begin firing with the enemy. Then we immediately
fell into our ranks, and our brigades marched out, at which time the
firing was ceased. Col. McDowell’s battalion of Gen. Stephens’ brigade
was ordered on the left wing. When we marched near the ground we charged
our guns. Presently our brigade major came, ordering to take trees as we
pleased. The men run to choose their trees, but with difficulty, many
crowding to one, and some far behind others. But we moved by order of
our officers, and stood in suspense. Presently the Augusta men, and some
of Col. Campbell’s fell in at right angles to us. Our whole line was
composed of Stephens’ brigade on the left, Lawson’s in the centre, and
Butler’s, of N. C., on the right. Some distance behind were formed the
regulars. Col. Washington’s light horse were to flank on the right, and
Lee on the left. Standing in readiness, we heard the pickets fire;
shortly the English fired a cannon, which was answered ; and so on
alternately, till the small armed troops came nigh; and then close
firing began near the centre, but rather towards the right, and soon
spread along the line. Our brigade major, Mr. Williams, fled. Presently
came two men to us and informed us the British fled. Soon the enemy
appeared to us; we fired on their flank, and that brought down many of
them ; at which time Capt. Tedford was killed. We pursued them about
forty poles, to the top of a hill, where they stood, and we retreated
from them back to where we formed. Here we repulsed them again; and they
a second time made us retreat back to our first ground, where we were
deceived by a reinforcement of Hessians, whom we took for our own, and
cried to them to see if they were our friends, and shouted Liberty !
Liberty ! and advanced up till they let off some guns ; then we fired
sharply on them, and made them retreat a little. But presently the light
horse came on us, and not being defended by our own light horse, nor
reinforced, —though firing was long ceased in all other parts, we were
obliged to run, and many were sore chased, and some cut down. We lost
our major and one captain then, the battle lasting two hours and
twenty-five minutes. We all scattered, and some of our party and
Campbell’s and Moffitt’s collected together, and with Capt. Moffitt and
Major Pope, we marched for headquarters, and marched across till we,
about dark, came to the road we marched up from Reedy Creek to Guilford
the day before, and crossing the creek we marched near four miles, and
our wounded, Lusk, Allison, and in particular Jas. Mather, who was bad
cut, were so sick we stopped, and all being almost wearied out, we
marched half a mile, and encamped, where, through darkness and rain, and
want of provisions we were in distress. Some parched a little corn. We
stretched blankets to shelter some of us from the rain. Our retreat was
fourteen miles.
Friday, 16th.— As soon as
day appeared, (being wet) we decamped, and marched through the rain till
we arrived at Speedwell furnace, where Green had retreated from
Guilfordtown, where the battle was fought, sixteen miles distant; there
we met many of our company with great joy, in particular Colonel
M’Dowell; where we heard that we lost four pieces of cannon after having
retaken them, also the regiment we had captured. After visiting the
tents, we eat and hung about in the tents and rain, when frequently we
were rejoiced by men coming in we had given out for lost. In the evening
we struck tents and encamped on the left, when the orders were read to
draw provisions and ammunition, to be in readiness, which order struck a
panic on the minds of many. Our march five miles.
Saturday, 11th.— On
account of the want of some of our blankets, and some other clothing,
many proposed returning home, which was talked of in general in
M’Dowell’s battalion, till at last they agreed, and many went off; a few
were remaining when General Lawson came and raged very much; and about
ten o’clock all but M’Dowell came off. We marched twelve miles to the
old Surry towns on Dan where we encamped.
Sabbath, 18th. — Crossed
Dan, in our march touched on Smith’s River on our left, at which place
we received a little bacon and a bushel of meal. A little afterward,
many went to a tavern where some got drunk and quarrelled. We marched
through the lower end of Henry County, and encamped on the borders of
Pittsylvania, which evening I opened the clothes in possession of Jo
Weir. That same night Robert Wardlaw burned the butt of his gun. Our
march was fifteen miles.
Monday, 19th. — Marched
into Pittsylvania, and encamped with a Dutchman, where we got some meat.
Our mess bought ten quarts of flour and some hoe-cake. The day’s journey
twenty-two miles. Our sick were lodged in the house, and Dr. Brown took
care of them.
Tuesday, 20th. — In the
morning Dr. Brown and Captain Alexander disputed about the wagons. Near
the middle of the day we left the wagons, and took off the great road
under the direction of a pilot, whom some fearing he was leading us into
a snare, they charged their guns. We crossed Stanton River, and dined,
fifteen of us, at Captain Chiles, from which we marched two miles and
encamped. In all fifteen miles.
Wednesday, 21st.— We paid
Murphy one dollar a man, for horses to carry us over Goose Creek. Had
breakfast with Mr. Butler, and three pints of brandy. In the evening I
was sick; came to Mr. Rountrees, where we lodged. I got a little milk
and peach-dumpling, the rest a dinner of meat and so on. I lay in a bed
with Jas. Blair, and the rest on the floor. Our day’s march was
twenty-one miles.
Thursday, 22th. — My
brother and I hired Mr. Rountrees’ horses, and his son came with us to
Mr. Lambert’s, where, after he received forty-three dollars, he
returned. We eat with Mr. Lambert, and paid him ten dollars each. I
bought five books from him, and paid him four hundred and twelve dollars
and a half. We crossed the mountain, and in the valley saw the wonderful
mill without wheels, doors, or floors. In that same valley Jos. Boagle
met us with brother’s horses, and he with one of them went back for
Robert McCormic. We proceeded to Greenlee’s, got dinner, and when they
came up crossed the river and came to Boagle’s, where we lodged. Our
day’s march was thirty-two miles.
Friday, 23d.—Left
Boagle’s and came to brother William’s. Here I conclude my journal of
the expedition under Colonel M’Dowell against Cornwallis, the British
General in North Carolina. Rock-, bridge County, Virginia, in the year
1781, March 23d.
Samuel Houston,
Occasionally in speaking
of this battle among his friends he related two circumstances respecting
himself; one was that on the morning of the battle, he got an
opportunity for private prayer in an old tree top, and with unusual
freedom committed himself to the wise and protecting providence of God;
the other was that in that battle of two hours and twenty minutes, he
discharged his rifle fourteen times, that is once in about ten minutes
from the time he heard the first fire of the approaching enemy, till his
company joined the retreat of Greene. Others in the battle said — that
Mr. Houston was the first in his line to answer the command “fire,” and
that he was quite in advance when he discharged his rifle. It is easy to
find the position of the Rockbridge militia in the battle from the
diagrams and statements in the life of General Greene. Greene with the
regulars were at the Court House; some distance in front, crossing at
right angles the great Salisbury road, on which the British forces were
advancing, were stationed the Virginia militia; some distance in front,
and across the same road lay the North Carolina militia. The Virginia
line was in the forest; the Carolina partly in the forest and partly on
the skirts of the forest, and partly behind a fence inclosing the open
space across which the British force was advancing with extended front.
According to orders the Carolina line, when the enemy were very near,
gave their fire, which on the left of the British line was deadly, and
having repeated it retreated; some remained to give a third fire, and
some made such haste in retreat as to bring reproach upon themselves as
deficient in bravery, while their neighbors behaved like heroes. The
right wing of the Virginia line was soon turned by the British regulars
pressing on to the position of Greene, and like the Carolina line gave
vivid examples both of timidity and heroic courage; the left wing, in
which Houston was, maintained its position till Greene retreated, almost
constantly engaged, but not pressed so hard as they might have been by
the regulars occupied with the main body of the American army.
The greatest loss of the
Rockbridge and Augusta forces, was experienced after they commenced
their retreat. Lee’s light-horse were not ready to cover them, and their
retreat became a flight, exposed to the sabres of the British
light-horse. Mr. Samuel Steele, that died an old man, near Waynesborough,
in that retreat shot one horseman that followed him. Two others came
upon him before he reloaded, and he surrendered himself a prisoner —
“Give us your gun.” “Oh, no,” said he, “I can’t think of that.” “I say,
give us your gun!” “Oh, no, I can’t think of that.” Bursting into a
laugh at his simplicity — “Well,-carry it along, then,” motioning him to
follow in the rear. He went along some distance, when suddenly springing
into the thick top of a fallen tree he commenced loading his gun. The
horsemen unable to get at him with their swords, put spurs and rode out
of reach of his shot. He took advantage of their disappearance, and was
soon out of danger. David Steele, of Medway, where Waddell addressed the
militia before their march, was cut down in the retreat, and left for
dead. The scar of a deep wound over one of his eyes, was frightful to
strangers, through his long life. Judge Stuart, of Staunton, was in the
battle, a messmate of Houston, and retained a friendship for him till
his death ; excelling in talents, he could not, in the opinion of the
soldiers, surpass him in the cool facing of danger. Captain James Tate,
of Bethel, was killed in the early part of the battle. Captain Andrew
Wallace, from near Lexington, was in the regular service, and had always
shown himself a brave man. That morning he expressed a mournful presage
that he would fall that day. In the course of the action, he sheltered
himself behind a tree with some indications of alarm. Being reproached,
he immediately left the shelter, and in a moment received his death
wound. A brother of his, Captain Adam Wallace, was with Buford at the
terrible massacre on the Waxhaw; after killing many of the enemy with
his espontoon, he died bravely fighting. A third brother, Captain Hugh
Wallace, in the regular army, died in Philadelphia, of smallpox. Major
Alexander Stuart, of whom Mr. Houston says — u We lost our Major,”—was
mounted on a beautiful mare. A shot was fatal to her, on the hasty
retreat. As she fell, the Major was seized, and surrendered. Hi3 captors
plundered him, and left him standing in his cocked-hat, shirt, and
shoes. He was unwounded. Cornwallis took him and other prisoners with
him in his retreat to Wilmington. For a time Greene greatly harassed
Cornwallis in his daily marches. Mr. Stuart said, the prisoners suffered
severely, particularly from thirst. So great was the haste of flight,
and the unkindness of the guard, that the prisoners were not suffered to
intermit their speed even to drink in crossing the runs ; those that
attempted to drink were warned by the bayonet point to go on. He dipped
water with his cocked-hat; and others with their shoes. Archibald Stuart
was commissary, but at Guilford he took his musket and entered the ranks
as a common soldier. Major Stuart said, that Greene afterwards told him,
that there was a tnrn in the battle in which, if he could have reckoned
upon the firm stand of the left wing of Virginia militia, he could have
annihilated the army of Cornwallis. He knew they were good for a short
fight, but was not prepared to see them stand it out as regulars. The
defect of the militia system, was apparent. The second day after the
battle — when they must either march further from home in pursuit of
Cornwallis— ‘‘to offer the British force more cannon and another
regiment of recaptured prisoners, on the same terms as on the 10th” — or
return home ; they all, the very men who called those that flinched at
the Dan, “cowards;” all, in face of their Colonel, and the displeasure,
“the fury” of the General of Brigade, all marched off home. Some, both
of the Carolina and the Virginia militia, fled from the battle-ground on
the 15th, and never rested till they reached their homes. Some of the
Virginia men that fled thus, in the fear lest they should be called to
account for their flight retreated into the western ridges of the
Allegheny — and even to old age dreaded the approach of a stranger, as
perhaps an officer for their arrest for desertion. The American Generals
soon learned to object to short terms of service, and at the same time
had full confidence in the courage of their countrymen.
At a meeting of Hanover
Presbytery at the Stone meeting house Augusta County, November 1781,
Messrs. Samuel Houston, Andrew M’Clure, Samuel Carrick and Adam Rankin,
were on examination received as candidates for the ministry. In May
1782, at Timber Ridge, on the 22nd, Mr. Houston read a lecture on
Colossians 3d, from the 1st to the 8th verse; and also a presbyterial
discourse on 1 Tim. 1. 5, which were sustained as parts of trial.
Messrs. Rankin, Carrick and M’Clure, exhibited parts of their trials for
licensure. At this Presbytery Mr. John M’Cue was licensed, and on parts
of his examination Messrs. Houston and Rankin were associated. October
22d, 1782 at New Providence, the Presbytery was opened with a sermon by
Adam Rankin, from 2 Cor. 5. 14, and Samuel Houston John 17. 3; both
candidates for licensure. These were sustained. Messrs. Andrew M’Clure
and Samuel Carrick, also produced their pieces of trial. And the four
candidates having passed acceptably all their trials, were licensed to
preach the gospel. At Hall’s meeting house May 20th, 1783, Mr. Houston
accepted a call from the Providence congregation in Washington County.
The third Wednesday of August was fixed for the ordination ; Mr. Houston
to preach from Col. 3. 4 ; the ordination services to be performed by
Messrs. Cummings, Balch and Doak, the second to preach the ordination
sermon, the third to preside, the first to give the charge. In August
1785, the Presbytery of Abingdon was formed, and Mr. Houston made a
constituent part. In May 1786, he took his seat in the Synod as the
first in attendance from the Presbytery. In the events of a few
succeeding years Mr. Houston in common with his fellow citizens, took an
active part. He advocated the formation of a new State to be called
Franklin. After some years of commotion, the State of Tennessee was
formed and made one of the Union. Unfortunately the Presbyterian
ministers were divided in their opinions in the course of the procedure,
and suffered, many of them, much uneasiness on a subject the particulars
of which it is not necessary to record, except in a history of Tennessee
in its settlement and progress. For various reasons Mr. Houston
determined to return to Virginia, and on the 24th. of October, 1789, he
was admitted a member of Lexington Presbytery.
In September 1791, at
Augusta Church on the 20th, when A. Alexander opened Presbytery with his
trial sermon, he accepted a call from Falling Spring for two-thirds of
his time. At this place and High Bridge he performed the duties of a
minister of the gospel, faithfully and diligently, till the infirmities
of age made it necessary for him to throw the labor on younger men. For
many years he taught a classical school with success, mingling firmness
and kindness in his discipline. He took great delight in meeting his
brethren in the judicatories of the Church. His last attendance on the
Virginia Synod was at Lexington, October 1837. Bent with age, almost
blind, his long gray locks falling upon his shoulders, he sedulously
attended the sessions and listened to the debates, and finally gave his
vote to sustain the action of the Assembly of ’37. None that saw him
could forget his appearance. Cheerful through life, he was glad when his
end came. His works remain. He was one that cherished Washington College
in the days of its greatest weakness and depression. When his
infirmities came upon him, he resigned his pastoral charges, and
employed himself in going out into the highways and hedges.
About two miles from the
Natural Bridge, and sixteen from Lexington on the road to Fincastle, is
a brick church on a hill, surrounded by a grave-yard. At the western end
of the church, is a marble slab inscribed
SACRED
to the memory of the
REV. SAMUEL HOUSTON, who in early life was a soldier of the Revolution,
and for 55 years a faithful minister of the LORD JESUS CHRIST.
He died on the 20th day
of January 1839, aged 81 years, in the mature and blessed hope of a
glorious resurrection and of immortal life, in the kingdom of his Father
and his God. |