hands-some four or five thousand dollars-he gave the department at Washington no rest till he obtained an order to pay it over to his successor, which he instantly did.

"His benevolence to the poor and needy was bounded only by his inability farther to relieve them. I have known him to feel intensely when he had not the means at hand, or to spare, to supply the wants of the needy and destitute; and his known charity to the poor brought numerous calls from them for relief. In several instances, where he did not wish the recipients to know from whom the relief came, he has made me the almoner of his charity, and very probably often availed himself of similar services from others. The sufferings of the sick and poor always awakened his sympathies, and

"His pity gave ere charity began.'

"After his appointment as Surveyor-General, being no longer engaged in the practice of physic, he kept always on hand a supply of medicines in common use for the use of the poor and those not well able to pay, and to all such who called on him, he distributed suitable medicines, with professional advice and instructions, free of charge. Calls of this description were numerous, chiefly from the country; and I have known him to be employed for hours together in attending to the cases of the sick, in inquiring into the symptoms, in giving advice, writing prescriptions and making up packages of medicines, even when he was scarcely able to be out of his bed, or actually confined to it.

"It should have been mentioned in its proper place, in the early portion of the Doctor's life, his filial care of his aged parents, for whom he provided a home in his own house, after their children were all settled in the world. He contributed in every way to their comfort and happiness, nursed them himself, with all tenderness

and affection, when they were sick, and, to the extent of his power, smoothed their passage to the tomb. They both died, I think, about the year 1807.

"As a preacher, the Doctor's talents were much above mediocrity. He was methodical in the arrangement of his discourses, and always 'stuck to his text,' and presented his subject with clearness and force. His language was somewhat florid, but yet plain, and adapted to the easy comprehension of all. His action in the pulpit was highly impulsive, yet natural and graceful, and his countenance lighted up with expression. His discourses were delivered with great animation and with eloquence and power, and his appeals to the hearts and consciences of his hearers were pointed, forcible, and effective. In the country around Chillicothe, where the Doctor had so often preached, he was deservedly very popular, and his labors in the pulpit much sought after, and at quarterly and camp meetings he was always assigned one, at least, of the chief appointments on the Sabbath. Three of Dr. Tiffin's sermons, preached in 1817, have been given in the 'Ohio Conference Offering,' a collection of sermons published in 1851, by Rev. M. P. Gaddis. (See pp. 340-360.)

"To the active labors and influence of Dr. Tiffin, the Church is more indebted than to any other man for the introduction and establishment of Methodism in Chillicothe and the surrounding country.

"We may add, in conclusion, that the Doctor's excellent lady, whom he left a widow, survived him but a few years. His four daughters are still living. The eldest is married to Mr. Joseph A. Reynolds, and resides near Urbana; another married M. Scott Cook, Esq., of Chillicothe; and the youngest is the wife of Dr. C. G. Comegys, a talented and skillful physician of Cincinnati. The remaining daughter is unmarried. His only son, Edward

Parker Tiffin, chose the profession of medicine, and, after completing his studies and graduating, he spent two years in Paris, France, to perfect his knowledge of the healing art, and returned to the United States last autumn, and took the cars at New York on his route home. At one of the stopping-places on the way, where' the passengers breakfasted, the train started before he had got on again, and in attempting to get on one of the cars when in motion, his foot slipped off the step, and he fell on the track, and was instantly run over by the wheels, nearly cutting off one leg and one arm, both near the body. He was taken back to New York, but survived only a few hours.

"Dr. Tiffin, it is to be regretted, left no papers nor any written memorial of his life. Most of the foregoing memoir is drawn from memory, and relates to matters occurring from twenty-five to almost fifty years ago. It is also to be regretted that the only likeness left of the Doctor is a small miniature, which bears but little resemblance to the original, and altogether fails to give the striking features and fine expression of countenance of the Doctor. I have been shown a portrait on some bank notes, which is said to be copied from the miniature above mentioned; but it fails to convey even what little trace of likeness is found in the miniature."

CHAPTER XX.

JOHN A. GRENADE.

A SHORT Sketch of this wonderful man, written by our friend and brother, Dr. Baker, of the Cincinnati conference, containing some deeply-thrilling and interesting incidents, will be found below. The Doctor's sketch is prefaced by the following:

"DEAR BROTHER,-I am much gratified to learn that you are engaged in rescuing from the shades of forgetfulness the names, the labors, and privations of those pious dead, who, in the early stages of the settlement of the vast region of this now cultivated and truly 'great west,' went forth, bearing the precious seed of Gospel truth, and scattering it broadcast over the extensive field. They had, morally speaking, to fell the forest, to clear, break up, and reclaim a soil, wild and luxuriant, of a vitiated growth, and transform it into a fruitful field. How did those men toil and suffer privation! Surely their names, their labors, their sufferings, and their success should be stereotyped in the records of Methodism, and of the nation, in all coming generations. But, alas! even the names of some of them are almost forgotten. We hope you will gather up many of the fragments that yet remain. It is a work worthy of your pen; and the book will be hailed with joy by hundreds of the pioneers of Methodism who yet linger on earth, both in the north and in the south, and by thousands of their descendants.

"I send you herewith a few reminiscences of Rev. John A. Grenade, known, in the days of his itinerancy,

as the 'wild man.' Some points in his character and history I have learned from others, but the pastoral visit I give from memory.

"God, in his wisdom, for the accomplishment of his purposes, has, in every age of the world, chosen such instrumentalities as were adapted to the times, circumstances, and state of society. This is illustrated and confirmed, as in numerous other instances, in the character of the early Methodist preachers of this country. Moreover, times and circumstances tend to develop the character, mold the habits, and shape the courses of men. Hence, 'men for the times' are the instruments God has provided to meet emergencies; and where they are obedient to their call, and with fidelity attend to the work to which they were destined, success ever has, and ever will honor and crown their efforts; and if some disobey, others will be called. Thus are the designs of God accomplished. Such men always leave their impress upon their age.

"Of several of the Methodist preachers who labored in the south-west in the days of my childhood, I have recollections more or less distinct. Samuel Douthet was hortatory and pathetic; Ralph Lotspeich, a weeping prophet; Thomas Wilkerson, a son of consolation, whose speech dropped like the gentle dew; John Crane, a warm, earnest, eloquent man. He, too, often wept in preaching. Crane was a slender man, apparently feeble, very zealous, and abundant in labors. He fell a martyr to his work in 1812, on Duck river, Tennessee, where he labored night and day, while God himself was warning the terrified inhabitants by 'terribly shaking the earth.' James Axley, droll, witty, argumentative, and often powerful. I heard him last at a camp meeting in Tennessee, in 1819. There are others of whom I could speak. Among them all, however, Grenade was the 'Son of Thun