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Scovell Haynes McCollum, 






Synod's Rooms, 61 Franklin Street. 





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Entkekd according to Act of Congress, In the year 1861, by 


On behalf of the Board of Publication of the Reformed Protestant Dutch Church la 

North America, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United 

States for the Southern District of New York. 


67 and 59 William St., N. Y. 


Two volumes published in the latter part of the year 
1858, gave an account of the origin of the Fulton Street 
Prayer Meeting, and made a permanent record of many 
interesting cases of answers to prayer and conversions 
which occurred in connection with that meeting. The 
most of these related to adults. There were even then, 
however, not a few remarkable illustrations of the power 
of divine grace as exerted upon the hearts of children, 
and in after years the number was greatly increased. It 
has been deemed advisable to collect authentic details in 
reference to some of these cases, and re-produce them in a 
series of volumes for the encouragement and instruction 
of parents and all who wish well to the cause of religion 
among the young. 

The present volume, the first of the series, is devoted 
to the history of Scovell H. McCollum, whose request 
for the prayers of the Fulton St. Meeting in his own 
behalf, excited considerable attention when first read, and 
whose dying exercises when afterwards reported to the 
meeting and then published through the religious news- 
papers, awakened a deep interest among Christians 



throughout the country. The narrative of his training, 
character, conversion and death is now made complete. 
It will be found to exhibit a very extraordinary phase of 
youthful piety. The lad was not prematurely old, nor 
was there any thing morbid or unnatural in his ex- 
perience. Yet the gifts of grace, when added to his 
winning natural traits, made a combination of excellen- 
cies such as is not often seen in common life. As such, 
his biography is here recorded with a view simply to the 
glory of the Saviour who made him what he was, and to 
the welfare of others of similar age who may be encour- 
aged to seek and obtain " like precious faith." 

No pains have been spared to make the narrative 
literally exact, even in minute details. The admiring 
affection which young McCollum inspired in all who 
knew him may have unconsciously biassed their minds, 
but the constant endeavor has been to state simply what 
God wrought, without any embellishment whatever. 
And the undersigned, although without personal knowl- 
edge as to any of the facts related, cheerfully bears 
witness to the good faith of the compiler, Rev. L. G. 
Bingham, of New York, and the trust-worthiness of his 
interesting biography. 

A Minister of the R. P. Dutch (.Collegiate) Church, N. Y 
New York, August, 1861. 


A beautiful flower lias faded prematurely 
upon its stem, and its little life is gone. It 
bloomed alone, for it was the only flower — 
the only off-shoot from the parent stock. 
It had been, with never wearying care, the 
object of constant watchfulness. It gave 
promise of new maturity and fresh beauty. 
It was lovely to look upon, and the beholder 
gazed with ever increasing delight. Watch- 
ful eyes and tender hands were ever round 
about it The choicest culture was bestow- 
ed upon it. High hopes were excited in 
regard to it. The beautiful flower was ex- 
pected to yield the richest perfume, and 
bask in perpetual sunshine. 

1* (5) 


The plant and the beautiful flower were of 
the Lord's planting, and he had his own 
purpose in view. Hidden was that purpose 
for a time. But now it is all revealed. 

The flower has been transplanted into the 
celestial gardens, to bloom forever with un- 
earthly beauty, and flourish evermore in 
immortal verdure. The unsparing care is 
needed no longer. The work of tender cul- 
ture has been rewarded a thousand fold. 
The heavenly gardens are but a little beyond 
us, and all the more attractive. There are 
eyes which long to see them now more than 
ever. We gaze through the mists of night 
to catch the first gleams of the morning. 
Beyond a cold river, we think we see faintly 
the outlines of the "shining shore." The 
"sweet fields" are "beyond the swelling 
floods." Over these "shines one eternal 


Scovell Haynes McCollum was a boy of 
rare endowments both of body and mind. 
Such perfection and symmetry of form are 
not often met with — added to a face of 
great charms and sweetness, with manliness 
of manners singular in a child. All these 
were coupled with uncommon powers of 
mind and qualities of heart. A precious gift 
was bestowed when he was given. When 
he was removed, a priceless treasure was 
taken away. But the glory of God in his 
salvation shines above all, and eclipses every 
thing else beside. 


Crnap^i Srig to teata. 

Board of Publication. — Mr. and Mrs. Mc Collum. — 
Church Membership. — Scovell's Request.— How thk 
Lord used It. — The Angel Preacher. — Facts Veri- 
fied. — Visit to various Places. — Interviws. — Testi- 
monies. — Dying Theme. — Mr. Samson. — Miss Lins- 
let. — Rev. Mr. Caret. — Others. — Incident. — Rev. 
Dr. Wisner. — Letter. — Lockport. — Albion. — Syra- 
cuse. — Mr. Marshall. — Sunday School Room. — Inci- 
dents. — Mrs. McCollum'8 Letter. 

"And I will give him thk morning star." — Rev. 2 : 28. 

1 Methought once more to my wishful eye 

My beautiful boy had come; 
My sorrow was gone, my cheek was dry, 
And gladness around my home. 

2 I saw the form of my dear lost child ; 

All kindled with life he came ; 
And he spake in his own sweet voice and smiled, 
As soon as I called his name. 



The first idea of compiling the facts which 
go to make up this volume was conceived by 
the Board of Publication of the Reformed 
Protestant Dutch Church. Mr. and Mrs. H. 
S. McCollum are members of the Church of 
that denomination under the pastoral care of 
the Rev. Thomas DeWitt Talmage, in the 
city of Syracuse. Scovell, the only child of 
these parents, was thus connected with this 
branch of the Christian Church. About the 
middle of March, 1860, he sent a request for 
prayer in his own behalf to the Fulton Street 
Prayer Meeting. It was written by himself, 
and produced a very marked effect in the 
meeting. It was believed that about that 
time he was converted. Six months after- 
ward, this boy died. The remarkable, trium- 


phant features attendant upon the scenes of 
his death bed were published soon after in the 
religious newspapers throughout the country, 
awakening a general interest in behalf of 
children and youth. Great numbers of like 
requests began to pour into the meeting, and 
the conversion of many, very many children, 
was known to follow the reading of the narra- 
tive of Sco veil's last hours. The interest thus 
created continues still. 

A knowledge of what the Lord hath 
wrought, through the instrumentality of the 
most happy and triumphant death of "the 
little Syracuse Boy," suggested the import- 
ance of gathering up the facts of his history, 
and putting them into a more permanent 
form. Hence this undertaking. When the 
parents of this noble and gifted lad were 
first addressed on the subject of a book com- 
memorative of their child, they felt and 
manifested great reluctance in regard to it. 
They could not bear the thought of giving 
such publicity to the events of the little 
brief life of their child. They had been 
most sorely stricken and much preferred to 


keep their griefs hidden from the outside 
world. They shrank from the observation 
which such publication would draw upon 
them, and desired the privilege of mourning 
their lost treasure alone and unobserved. 
When, however, they saw how the Lord 
was using their child's deaili, as the voice 
of an Angel Preacher, to bring the children 
of others to the Saviour, all scruples and 
hesitation were overcome, and they were 
willing to lend any assistance in their power 
to the work. 

No pains have been spared to verify the 
facts herein presented, and it has been a con- 
stant aim to state nothing which would not 
bear the most rigid investigation. Informa- 
tion has been sought by correspondence and 
personal application, and the compiler desires 
here to acknowledge the many obligations 
he is under for prompt answers to letters of 
inquiry, and for the valuable assistance he 
has otherwise received. In addition to all 
other means resorted to, he has made a visit 
to the home and the birth place of Scovell 
Haynes McCollum, to the chamber whence 


his freed spirit went up to God, and to the 
grave in the beautiful cemetery at St. Catha- 
rines, C. W., where his body has been depos- 
ited to await the resurrection. He met and 
had personal conversation with many of the 
witnesses whose names are given in this book, 
in St. Catharines, Lockport, Albion and Syr- 
acuse, in all of which places the family were 
favorably known, and the child himself be- 

The most interesting portion of this visit, 
of course, was to the place of the final strug- 
gle and triumph. We stood beside the bed 
on which he lay, and before the window at 
the head of it, out of which he looked upon 
this, to him, beautiful world. Here in this 
room, he breathed his last, and here they 
prepared his body for burial. In this great 
hall below, they placed the coifin for the 
funeral. All these rooms, on either hand, 
were filled with weeping friends and sorrow- 
ing mourners. It was out of this door they 
carried him, and over this verandah, and 
along this grassy bank beneath the shade of 
these beautiful trees, and over these pebbly 


walks where he had been accustomed to play 
when in health. It was along this street 
that the sad procession moved to the beauti- 
ful cemetery where they laid him away in 
his last sleep. Here the hand of affection 
has planted fragrant flowers to adorn his 
grave, and here, at its head, stands a beauti- 
ful marble monument, sacred to his memory, 
arid inscribed on either side with the solemn 
lessons and messages which fell from his lips, 
when about crossing the deep waters of 
death. All this had relation to the mortal 
part of Scovell. 

But there was another part which we 
went particularly to inquire about. It re- 
lated to the manner of his death and the 
triumphs of the hour, of which we had heard 
so much. We desired to learn from the wit- 
nesses in person of those triumphs. We did 
not know that we should find among those 
witnesses some with whom we had been ac- 
quainted in our boyhood and youth. But so 
it was. From one of them, Mr. Samson, 
an elder in the Presbyterian Church, who 
had been the Sabbath school superintendent, 


and who had been faithful at Scovell's bed- 
side and closed his eyes at death, we learned 
many things which were in corroboration of 
all that had been written, and some things 
which were new. He said that no language 
would describe the ineffable glory that filled 
the room, and hung around the face of the 
dying boy, during the last four days of his 
life; that if a Christian had only looked into 
the room and on that beautiful countenance, 
all radiant, as it was, with unutterable joy, 
he would need no one to tell him that 
Scovell's heaven was already begun. "I 
shall never forget," said Mr. Samson, "the 
first time I saw him, after he was taken sick. 
I had understood that the child was very 
anxious to see me, and I was anxious to see 
him. I called, though it was against the 
express orders of the physician that any 
visitor was allowed to enter the room. But 
the dear boy was so earnest that his parents 
could not deny him. 1 never shall forget 
the expression of his countenance when his 
eye met mine. Could you have seen it, such 
heavenly transport as beamed in his face 


would have banished all doubt. If I had 
never seen him again, or heard him speak a 
word, I should have been satisfied. Such 
holy joy I had never witnessed before, and 
never expect again to see shining in any 
human countenance. At this moment the 
Doctor entered. Not a word was spoken by 
the child, and I soon retired." 

"One thing was very remarkable," said 
Mr. Samson; "his whole theme was Jesus, 
and going to be with Jesus, in all my con- 
versations with him afterward. His views 
of the way to be saved, though simple, were 
exceedingly clear and striking. The half has 
not been and cannot be told. So perfectly 
happy was he, that he could not bear that 
any one should shed a tear or be sorrowful 
in his room. It seemed to be a surprise to 
him that his friends could weep, or be other- 
wise than happy. I had never witnessed 
such a death bed before, and never expect 
to witness such another." 

We inquired of Mr. Samson what were 
the distinct evidences of Sco veil's regenera- 
tion — what assurance he had that his ex- 


pressions were not the result of education. 
His answer was conclusive, and the testi- 
mony he presented beyond question or cavil. 
We will repeat one of the evidences, because 
it will come home to the minds of all who 
may read it. For two days, the sick child 
suffered almost inconceivably with nausea 
at the stomach, and was wrenching and 
vomiting almost all the time. Yet not a 
word of complaint or murmuring escaped 
his lips. Jesus and heaven were his constant 
themes of thought and conversation, and in- 
variably, as soon as he ceased vomiting for a 
moment, he would return to these themes, 
and talk of them with cheerfulness and joy. 
" Could that," inquired Mr. Samson, "be the 
result of education? Could an unconverted 
child of eleven years, under such terrible 
suffering, manifest such heavenly joy, and 
love to talk only of his Saviour and the 
heavenly home which he expected so soon 
to enter?" 

We had more than one interview with 
Miss Linsley, Scovell's drawing teacher, who 
we found to be the daughter of old friends, 


both father and mother being acquaintances 
in early days. From her we gathered sup- 
port for all the statements which are made in 
regard to the nobleness of his character and 
the triumph of his last hours. Her interest 
in him when a member of her class had 
never diminished in his absence. She was a 
frequent and welcome visitor at the bed side 
of the sufferer, and had won the affection of 
the afflicted parents by her delicate attentions, 
and the sincerity with which she mourned 
with them their great, and so far as worldly 
interests are concerned, their irreparable loss. 
Rev. Mr. Carey, of the Baptist Church, 
St. Catharines, was one who had known, 
admired and loved Scovell when in health, 
and had visited and ministered to him in his 
last sickness. His testimony was like that 
of the others—: that the half had not been 
told, and, more than all, that the whole 
could not be told. The glory in that de- 
parting soul must have been witnessed to 
have been understood and felt. There was a 
power in Sco veil's death that surpassed any 
thing he had ever conceived. 


Then there were the household witnesses, 
the noble old grandfather and the excellent 
grandmother of Scovell — persons of means, 
standing and influence in the place in which 
they have long resided. What would they 
say? Too full were they to say any thing, 
though the child had been dead eight 
months. It seemed but as yesterday, yet all 
around the house in which he died spoke of 
the deep distress which his loss had occasion- 
ed, and which was just as keenly felt now as 
ever. The grandfather is an elder of the 
Presbyterian Church in St. Catharines, and 
a devoted exemplary Christian. We saw 
those, who told us of the struggle of this 
strong man to sustain himself under the 
deep affliction — how during the child's sick- 
ness, he presented the case to his heavenly 
Father, and besought his fellow Christians, 
in the prayer meetings and in their closets, 
to unite, with him in earnest entreaty that, 
if it were God's will, the life of his only 
grandchild might be spared. His was a 
profound, an abiding, a lifetime sorrow, and 
yet he was enabled by Divine grace, while 


he mourned none the less, to rejoice in the 
realization that God had mingled mercy and 
comfort with the affliction, and was over- 
ruling all to his glory in the salvation of 
so many of the dear children and youth of 
our land. 

And the father and mother; they had re- 
turned again after an absence of eight 
months, to weep together at the grave of 
their departed child, and to adorn and 
beautify his last resting place. In the cham- 
ber where death relieved Scovell from his 
bodily sufferings, we conversed with them 
of their treasure which they have laid up 
in heaven. Here in the seclusion of this hal- 
lowed spot, we had an opportunity to study 
the character of the mother who had trained 
up her only child in preparation for such a 
death. Retiring in disposition, and lacking in 
self-confidence, she would not be known for 
that Christian activity which is seen by the 
world, and developed in the more public 
labors of the Church. But in the quiet of 
home, by the hearth side and the altar, in 
the chamber and the closet, the talents God 


gave her have been improved, until at length, 
when he called her to render back the 
treasure he had committed to her steward- 
ship, she could say, "Here, Lord, am I, and 
the child whom thou hast given me." She 
had been a true mother, educating her child 
in view of all her responsibilities for time 
and for eternity. Oh ! that Christian mothers 
would feel more of this responsibility — that 
more of the children of our land might be 
thus given to God, and prepared by prayer 
and faith, and true Godly maternal devotion, 
to shine with Scovell, like stars, in the 
kingdom of heaven ! From other witnesses, 
we learned of the wonderful composure 
which this mother exhibited during the last 
sickness, at the funeral and at the grave. 
For the child's sake, she suppressed her 
emotions while, he lived, and with calm, 
heroic, Christian resignation, she saw her 
treasure consigned to the earth without the 
shedding of a tear, or an audible expression 
of the deep grief which weighed so heavily 
upon her. And yet, in the quiet of her 
own retirement, while she murmurs not, 


nor repines, she is wont to give way to her 
feelings and seek relief in floods of tears. 
Though, too, she thanks God, day by day, 
for the gift of such a treasure, and for over- 
ruling her aiflictions to his glory in the con- 
version of so many of the children and youth 
of the land, yet it is evident that her health 
fails under the weight of her sorrow, and she 
longs continually for that meeting of mother 
and son, in their heavenly home, where there 
shall be no more parting, and where they 
can drink together from those cooling waters 
of which he so much longed to partake. 
She seems to feel that her mission is accom- 
plished and her work on earth is ended. 
May Scovell's God, who has thus far guided 
and sustained her, still give strength to 
this stricken mother, to bear up under her 
afflictions, and comfort and support her as 
she journeys childless onward through the 
remaining years of her life; and may He 
at length, bring her and her dear compan- 
ion together to that heavenly city where 
parents and child shall dwell together, 
without fear of separation for ever more. 


An incident which occured on our way to 
St. Catharines may be here related, to show 
how widely the death of this lovely boy has 
exerted an influence upon others. We had 
crossed the Suspension Bridge, and while 
seated in a car of the Great Western Rail- 
way, a gentleman oamvi alung and took a 
seat beside us. 

" Have I not seen you in the Fulton Street 
Prayer Meeting ? " inquired the stranger. 

" Very likely," we replied ; " when home 
we are in that meeting every day." 

" I thought I recognized you," said he. 
•" Do you remember any thing about the 
death of a little girl whose case had been 
mentioned in that meeting ? " 

We answered that we could not call it to 
mind. He seemed disappointed, and inquir- 
ed again: 

" Do you remember any thing about a 
narrative, which was published in the relig- 
ious papers, of a little girl who died when 
eleven years old ? " 

Still we did not remember, and told him 
that several had been mentioned of late, and 
we could not distinguish. 


" This was under the title," said he, " of 
* Father, when will Jesus Come ? ' " 

" Oh yes," we replied, " that narrative is 
well remembered." 

The truth was, we had written and pub- 
lished the narrative from notes taken in the 
Fulton Street Prayer Meeting, when the case 
was mentioned there, and we had become 
deeply interested in it. 

" We remember all about it," we con- 

" Well," said he, and the tears started in 
his eyes, "that was my own little daughter;" 
[here the tears flowed apace.] " It was my 
precious little Josephine. Did you ever read 
the story of Scovell Haynes McCollum ? " 
he added, after a short pause. 

" Yes," we said, " we have read the story 
of Scovell," and immediately both became 
deeply interested in the conversation. 

"You know," said he, " his was a death of 
glorious Christian triumph. My little Jo- 
sephine died in the same triumphant man- 
ner." Then he went on to tell how the su- 
perintendent of Josephine's Sabbath school 


had read the story of Scovell in the school, 
and how it had taken such deep hold on her 
tender mind, that it had brought her to trust 
in the same Saviour. He rej^eated the cir- 
cumstances of that glorious death bed — how 
she desired " to see Jesus," to " go to be 
with Jesus," and often asked : " Father, 
when will Jesus come?" — longing to depart 
and be with Christ, which was far better. 
When she was told that Jesus would quickly 
come, she seemed full of satisfaction and joy. 
She called for all her toys and play things to 
be laid upon her bed, and with the utmost 
composure she apportioned them all out 
among her friends. She wished them to be 
kept as keepsakes, to remember her by when 
she was gone. 

When all this was done, she inquired 
again, "Father, when will Jesus come?" 
When assured that he was just at hand, and 
she would soon go to be with him, she sent 
her last dying messages to her friends, and 
bade her father tell them, that when they 
should come she would be the first to meet 
them as they entered the gates of the celes- 


tial city. So she died — kissing all good by, 
with a heavenly smile upon her face, rejoic- 
ing with unspeakable joy that she was going 
to be with Jesus." 

The speaker had been talking through his 
tears, and saying much more than will be 
here repeated, in regard to the triumph of 
the dying hours of his beloved daughter. 

" I spent the Sabbath," he continued, " at 
Niagara Falls yesterday ; and I went into 
a Sabbath school. I was invited to make 
an address to the scholars, and I told them 
of the death of my little Josephine. They 
wept, and I wept, and I hope impressions 
were made which will lead to the salvation 
of some souls." 

We learned, before we separated, that this 
gentleman was a member of a Reformed 
Dutch Church in Brooklyn, and that these 
facts had occurred at a very recent date. 

This is one of the great multitude of child- 
ren who have been brought, through the 
eternal Spirit, to repentance and faith in the 
Lord Jesus Christ, since the publication of 
the account of Scov ell's death. 


We regretted that, at Lockport, we were 
unable to see the Kev. Dr. William C. Wisner,, 
who was absent attending the meeting of 
General Assembly. Here Scovell was born. 
Here Dr. "Wisner had administered to him 
the ordinance of baptism. This had been the 
family home of the child's father for many 
long years. Here his grandmother McCollum 
had anxiously and fondly watched his tender 
infancy. Here her spirit took its departure 
from earth, and here, in "Cold Spring Ceme- 
tery," her body reposes awaiting the call 
to judgment. Here Scovell had spent the 
second Sabbath before his sickness, and 
visited the Sabbath school in which his father 
had been instructed more than thirty years 
ago. Here reside the children of his father's 
cousins, with whom he had played so earnestly 
the Saturday before, who loved him so dearly, 
and who were ever so exultant with joy when 
they heard that Scovell was coming. All 
around these streets, he had walked and run 
and played, with his dear companions, with 
whom he separated for the last time just one 
week before the hand of disease prostrated 


him upon the bed of death. With his parents 
and friends he rode to the Cemetery, during 
this visit, to look once more at the last resting 
place of his sainted grandmother, who doubt- 
less, so soon after, welcomed him to her 
heavenly abode. Here we met his friends 
and his parent's friends, and received from 
them fresh assurance of the wonderful manli- 
ness and character of the child whose history 
we were seeking, and renewed evidence of 
the influence of his triumphant death. 

A letter since written by Dr. Wisner, has 
supplied in part the information and testi- 
mony we had desired to obtain from him. 
"My recollections," says he, "of the dear boy 
are pleasing indeed. I knew him from infan- 
cy, and can truly say that he was a most 
remarkable child. His fine form and strongly 
marked features are ever before me. He 
possessed a manly beauty which is seldom 
witnessed in one so young, and there was a 
peculiar sweetness in his deportment which 
rendered him unusually attractive and in- 
teresting. His intellectual and moral faculties 
were so far developed as to be the subject of 


remark and admiration by all who knew him. 
He possessed a confiding, loving heart, and 
was strongly attached to his friencte. He 
seemed more the companion than the child, 
and manifested great interest in themes which 
would be supposed too elevated to be under- 
stood by one of his years. He evinced a 
wonderful facility to adapt himself to the 
society he was in. With children of his own 
age he was as much the boy, engaging in 
harmless mirth and childish sports, as any 
of them — in fact, he took the lead in these 
things, and was looked up to by his young 
companions as their leader. But when he 
was with older persons he was sedate, modest, 
unassuming, and would listen attentively 
and improvingly to their conversation. His 
Christian character was truly beautiful. An 
enlightened and tender conscience seemed 
ever to control his conduct. Nothing so 
much distressed him as the consciousness 
that he had done wrong. He appeared to ap- 
prehend with wonderful accuracy the gospel 
plan of salvation, and to realize most fully 
that, if saved at all, he must be saved alone 


by the grace of God. I cannot tell you how 
much I enjoyed his society during my last 
visit, tout a few weeks before his death, at 
his father's house, in Syracuse. He seemed 
more interesting and affectionate than ever. 
"When I came to leave, he pressed me, over 
and over again, to stay another day; and I 
have deeply regretted that I did not consent 
to do so — but business called me away, and 
I bade dear Scovell a last affectionate fare- 
well. I trust, my dear Brother, we shall 
soon meet him in heaven, never more to be 
separated. This is my constant prayer." 

We spent a Sabbath in the beautiful 
village of Albion, and had the privilege of 
preaching to the congregation with which 
Mr. and Mrs. McCollum worshiped for four 
years, and from the pulpit whence Scovell 
first heard the preached Gospel. We visited 
the room in which he first attended Sabbath 
school, and mingled and conversed with 
those who had known him and his parents. 
These were the first streets which his little 
feet were permitted to tread, and here were 
the associates of his earliest sports. Here, 


almost under the eaves of the sanctuary, 
stands the beautiful brick gothic cottage — the 
house which he first knew as home. And as 
though conscious of speedy death, and anx- 
ious to bid early friends a final farewell, he 
had made a visit to these friends and associ- 
ations, scarce a week before his last sickness. 
We can almost see him now in imagination 
as others saw him then, his cheeks flushed 
with excitement, the perspiration rolling 
from his face, and his rich dark brown hair 
curling more closely than usual, as he ran 
from house to house, now at the back door 
to surprise an old play mate, and now, with 
more dignity, ringing the bell at the front 
entrance to call upon a friend. Scovell lived 
in Albion but four short years, and lie was 
taken there an infant, but those years were 
long enough to form manv warm and lasting 
attachments among old and young, for he 
was only to be known to be loved. While 
in Albion, we were a guest of one of the pi- 
oneer residents of the village, and one of the 
veteran members and officers of the Pres- 
byterian Church — Mr. Harvey Goodrich. 


From him and his estimable wife we learned 
much of Scovell and his family friends, and 
particularly of the sainted grandmother, 
whose mortal remains lie mouldering in the 
Cold Spring Cemetery at Lockport. She was 
with the family some two or three years 
while they resided here, and loved Scovell 
with an ardor of affection only surpassed by 
the self-sacrificing devotion of his mother. 
Here, too, we learned of the commencement 
of that maternal influence to which we have 
elsewhere referred, and of which the reader 
will be so fully impressed in the perusal of 
these pages. The mother's labors began 
when the mind was yet unmoulded, and 
before the seeds of wicked influence had 
found a lodgment within it. 

We stopped a day at Syracuse on our 
homeward way. This was the last home of 
the boy whose history we sought. From this 
city he sent his request to the Fulton Street 
Prayer Meeting. Here were his latest school 
and childhood associations. We visited the 
Sabbath school room where he loved so 
to sit under the instruction of his beloved 


teacher. The seats occupied by his class 
were pointed out to us, and the particular 
seat which Scovell was accustomed to call 
his own. Every class in the School has a 
distinctive name, and a shield. His was 
"Robert Raikes Class," and on the wall 
hung the shield of the class, draped in mourn- 
ing for his death. Every inch of the space 
in this room had a peculiar interest for the 
writer, because here was a place of such 
deep interest to this lamented child, gone 
now to a higher field of instruction, to be 
forever advancing in the knowledge of God, 
and to sing songs which grow newer and 
sweeter the longer they are sung. We were 
indebted to the kindness of Mr. James 
Marshall, the loved superintendent of the 
school, for this privilege of visiting this 
room, and for the information we obtained. 
From him, and from Scovell's last teacher, 
Judge Spencer, we learned something of the 
fruits of his early death and of his dying 
message. A few weeks after his decease, 
the remaining members of Scovell's class 
met, by invitation of their teacher, at his 


library, and a class conference and prayer 
meeting was instituted, which had been held 
every Sabbath evening since, without a 
single exception. These meetings have taken 
the character, mainly, of social and some- 
what informal gatherings, led and conducted 
by the boys themselves, though their teacher 
is generally with them as an adviser and in- 
structor upon points in reference to which 
they desire information. They have been 
meetings of deepest interest. Since their 
commencement, four of the seven remaining 
members of the class have been hopefully 
converted, and upon the first Sabbath in 
April, they made a public profession of their 
faith in Jesus Christ, by uniting with the 
First Presbyterian Church. Three of the 
four were among Scovell's most intimate 
companions, and whenever they speak of 
him, they manifest an abiding appreciation 
of the virtues of his life, and the triumphs 
of his death. " His," says Judge Spencer, 
in a note lying before us as we write, " 't is 
true, was an early grave, but his entrance 
upon the life and joys of heaven were alike 


early. Rather than mourn over the one, we 
should rejoice at the other, and seek, like 
him, to strengthen our love to our Saviour, 
our faith towards God." 

Mr. Marshall had also been the beloved 
teacher of a day select school which Scovell 
attended, and there was a strong mutual 
attachment between instructor and pupil. 
This school was to close on the day after our 
leaving New York, and we were to be present 
at the closing exercises. But, by one of 
those Providences which cannot be foreseen 
nor guarded against, we were prevented from 
arriving in time. In these exercises, we were 
informed, there were often most touching 
allusions to the bright and beloved school 
mate whom death had snatched away. Mr. 
Marshall in his closing address, said : " Death 
has once entered our circle, and, as has been 
suggested in some of the compositions, ' once 
too often.' It has taken from us one who 
had entwined himself in all our affections. I 
never fully realized the intimate relations 
between teacher and scholar until that one 
was removed. I never lost a friend, the 


mention of whose name brings up such recol- 
lections." The closing hymn, written by a 
former pupil, for the occasion, contained the 
following allusion: 

"Re-united is our circle; 

Yet we miss some faces dear: 
Many now are widely scattered; 

One we shall no more see here. 
He was gentle, kind and loving, 

And around our hearts he twined 
Tendrils of a sweet affection, 

Which each day shall closer bind." 

From Mr. Marshall we gathered much 
that impressed us deeply as to the general ex- 
cellence of this boy's character. One marked 
trait he had noticed in Scovell, which he 
never saw to such an extent in any other 
boy. He never appeared to do any thing 
without seeming to turn it all over in his 
mind, to see if he had done right. In a 
moment of excitement, he often did that for 
which afterwards he was very sorry. When 
this was the case, he never spared himself, 
but passed upon his own conduct the sentence 
of condemnation which his judgment dic- 


tated. He was by no means a faultless boy ; 
but never was there a boy more quick to see 
his faults or more severe in condemning 
them. And this came from his habit of 
turning his conduct all over in his mind, 
and weighing it well and impartially, in his 
moments of calm and sober reflection. 

"We visited one family where this dear boy 
spent much time, running in and out, as at 
his own father's house. It was the home of 
his bosom companion and one of his dearest 
friends, Willie Fitch. There was sunshine 
in the face of a young lady member of the 
family, as she spoke of the sunshine that con- 
stantly beamed in SeovelPs. We were in- 
formed that not here only, but in every 
house where he was acquainted, he was a 
welcome visitor, as he was dearly loved by 
all his associates. 

We were told two incidents in Syracuse, 
illustrating the influence of Scovell's death, 
and the impression it created among children. 
The evening after the sad intelligence was 
received, Mrs. Canfield, wife of the Rev. Dr. 
Canfield, Pastor of the First Presbyterian 


Church, went up to her son Freddy's room, 
as usual, after he had retired, and found him 
awake. She talked to him of Scovell, and 
sought to impress the lessons of his death 
upon the mind of her child. "I hope, 
Freddy/' said she, "you will pray that Mr. 
and Mrs. McCollum may be able to bear 
this great affliction." Freddy took his 
mother's hand in his, and with streaming 
eyes, said: "I have been praying for them, 
mother." We were assured that Freddy's 
prayers were not allowed to ( go up alone to 
the mercy seat in behalf of the bereaved 
parents of Scovell, but that from many a 
family altar and closet, from many a praying 
heart, among old and young, fervent and 
earnest petitions ascended to the great Giver 
of all good, that they might be sustained in 
this time of their sore trial and affliction. 
" Few people know," said Mrs. Canfield to a 
friend, " how many prayers were offered for 
these poor stricken parents, or how general 
and sincere was the sympathy which was 
manifested for them." 

A little child of Mr. Silas F. Smith was 


standing by a window, repeating something 
to itself in an nnder tone, which its mother 
was unable to understand. Upon question- 
ing it, the child at first hesitated to repeat its 
words, but finally told its mother that it was 
saying over and over the simple sentence; 
"Every body says Scovell died a Christian." 
This fact had taken deep hold upon this 
young child's mind, and could not be ban- 
ished from it. God grant that the impression 
may be indelible, and that in this young 
heart may soon be witnessed another of the 
triumphs of grace, such as have been so often 
recorded since the first publication of the 
narrative of Scovell's death. 

Feeling assured that we had failed to 
elicit from Mrs. McCollum as much as was 
desirable in regard to her method of influence 
and instruction of her dear boy, we addressed 
to her, after our return to ISTew York, a letter 
of inquiry, to which we received the follow- 
ing touching answer. She had no thought 
of its publication. Indeed she wrote under 
an assurance that we would only use the 
facts communicated, and not the communi- 


cation itself. But so strongly were we im- 
pressed that the letter itself would be emi- 
nently suggestive and useful, that we urged 
her consent that it might be inserted here 
without emendation or alteration. The con- 
sent was, at length, reluctantly given. The 
letter speaks for itself: 

St. Catharines, C. W., June 15, 1861. 
Dear Friend : 

I thank you from my heart of hearts for all 
your tender sympathy in my deep affliction. 
In consequence of the interest manifested by 
you in the death of my dear boy, I will 
endeavor to gratify your desire for a com- 
munication from me, with reference to 
maternal influence. I crave leniency in 
criticism, as the fabric of ideas will be im- 
perfectly woven, owing to the shattered con- 
dition of the mental loom. 

When God intrusted to my keeping that 
blessed child, I felt as if he were a loan 
from heaven, to be rendered back with in- 
terest. My daily prayer for him at the throne 
of grace, if permitted to reach manhood, 


was, that he might go forth into the world, 
as a herald of salvation — thus gathering 
precious jewels for the Saviour's crown. In 
my instructions, imparted to him from early 
infancy, was blended the one great desire 
of my heart — that of seeing him preach 
the Gospel. God, in his own mysterious 
way, has answered the mother's prayer. 

As the mind and heart of my dear boy 
expanded, I endeavored to win his confi- 
dence, and let him feel that he had always 
one earthly friend, to whom he could relate 
his childish trials and sorrows, receiving 
sympathy in return. Then, too, if he had 
disobeyed a command, he was instructed 
always to confess it, without fear of punish- 
ment. These, I consider as furnishing the 
key stone of that influence ever telling on 
the heart of my child. 

Home, I feel, should be the dearest spot 
on earth to children. I endeavored, as far 
as in my power (God knows how oft I 
erred), to have our's possess a peculiar charm 
for my boy. A number of hours were daily 
devoted to him, by way of instruction and 


amusement. My chief enjoyment consisted 
in seeing him made happy. I would have 
counted no sacrifice too great if it brought 
joy to his young heart. Darling Scovell 
fully appreciated this. He would give fre- 
quent utterance to this expression : " I think 
we have such a pleasant home, mamma." 
He alluded to it most touchingly in his last 
sickness. The happiest hours of my existence 
have been passed 'mid the atmosphere of our 
own sweet home, "when on a summer eve 
we sat 'neath the bower of trees, or on 
winter's night, gathered round the quiet 
hearth stone." Religion was a familiar 
theme upon which we oft held " sweet- con- 
verse." Every incident connected with his 
reading, or transpiring 'mid busy life, was 
commented upon, as illustrative of its in- 
fluence upon the heart, and the importance 
of its possession. The name Christian was 
to him a household word. I regard this 
as a reason why he was not " ashamed of 
Jesus," and so oft delighted to talk with 
others upon subjects pertaining to Christ and 


I think that commendation is as grateful to 
the heart of a child as to those in matnrer 
years. Scovell was often rewarded by being 
called "Mother's good boy" when he had 
well performed any duty assigned him. 
Children, too, need encouragement. Oh I 
how he leaned on me when a difficult task 
had been given him at school. Methinks 
I can hear his sweet voice, as he would 
often exclaim, when the lessons had been 
made clear to his mental vision, "I should 
never be a scholar but for you, mamma." 

My heart is pained at the remembrance 
of the impatience, at times, mingled with 
his teachings. Oh ! if he were with me but 
once again how gentle I would be. His little 
heart should not be grieved because mother 
was " hasty in spirit." 

Sco veil's heart and mine beat in unison. 
Our joys and our sorrows commingled. 
Every thing that interested me, found a 
responsive chord in his affections. The daily 
annoyances of life he would endeavor to 
soothe with his loving sympathy. Do you 
wonder then, that the sun of my earthly 
happiness set when he was laid in the grave? 


When I do thank my heavenly Father 
for giving me that precious boy, I feel that 
I did not appreciate the gift, and must ask 
forgiveness for this great sin. 

I rejoice that you remember me at the 
throne of grace. I, too, would have this 
great sorrow truly sanctified to me. May it 
sit like the refiner's fire upon my soul, until 
made meet for the inheritance of the re- 

" I am weary of loving what passes away ; 
The sweetest — the dearest, alas ! may not stay. 
I long for that land, where these partings are o'er, 
And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more." 

Yours, with affection, 

S. L. H. McColltjm. 


Infrnug.— (Sarin CI]ilMra0^ 

TTts Parentage. — Hopes centered in Him. — The Mother 


the Sabbath School, — Early Interest and Atten- 
tion. — Attachment to his School. — Incident. — Love 
of the Bible. — His Mother reads it to Him. — Love 
of the Prayer Meeting. — Misdeeds all told to his 
Mother. — Truthfulness. — Benevolence. — Love for 
the Aged. — Temperance. — Self-Denial. — Self-Con- 
quest. — Forgiving Spirit. — Syracuse. — Well balan- 
ced Character. — Testimony of One who knows. 

3 The garb he wore looked heavenly white 

As the feathery snow comes down: 
And warm, as it shone in the softened light 
That fell from his dazzling crown. 

4 His eye was bright with a joy serene, 

His cheek with a deathless bloom, 
That only the eye of my soul hath seen, 
When looking beyond the tomb. 



The subject of this memoir was the only 
child of Hezekiah S. and S. Luvanne Haynes 
McCollum, and was born in the village of 
Lockport, Niagara county, New York, on 
the 20th day of May, A. D. 1849. He was 
a descendant of pious ancestors, and in 
early infancy was dedicated to God in the 
ordinance of baptism. As soon as his 
young mind began to comprehend, even 
partially, what he heard, much time was 
daily devoted by his mother to reading 
and telling him scripture stories in simple 
language, to which he would ever listen 
with undivided attention. These were al- 
ways accompanied with instruction adapted 
to his budding intellect, and sealed with fre- 
quent and earnest prayer. Almost from his 

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very birth, the good seeds were sown in his 
heart, which afterwards produced most re- 
markable fruits of Christian submission and 
faith. More than once, in his earlier years, 
when suffering with acute disease, he exhib- 
ited these fruits by saying to his sympathiz- 
ing mother, "It's all right, mamma — God 
makes me sick." 

At a very early age he was taken to the 
Sabbath school, and soon acquired an at- 
tachment for it that never subsided or dimin- 
ished while he lived. His answers to ques- 
tions while in the infant department, attract- 
ed attention by their promptness, by the 
distinct voice with which they were spoken, 
and by the uncommon intelligence and ap- 
preciation of the subject considered, which, 
they manifested. Afterwards, when in more 
advanced classes, he was very rarely without 
a lesson perfectly learned and fully under- 
stood, and he was almost never absent or 
tardy when not unavoidably detained. He 
loved the Sabbath school because he loved 
to learn of God and of heaven ; and it was a 
great grief to him when, for any cause, lie 


was deprived of the privilege of attendance. 
The particular school to which he was at- 
tached was his school, and his superintendent 
and teacher were objects of his warmest af- 
fection. Spending, as was always his custom, 
several weeks each year at the residence of 
his grandfather Haynes, in St. Catharines, 
Canada West, he had his regular place in the 
class in the Presbyterian Sabbath school 
there, taught by Mr. C. W. Helmes, and 
almost the first thing lie would do upon his 
arrival, would be to run out and ascertain 
from some member of the class where was • 
the lesson for the next Sabbath, that he 
might have it thoroughly prepared. An in- 
cident illustrating his attachment to this 
school, occuring when he was nine years old, 
may not be deemed out of place just here. 
His parents were spending the summer at 
Suspension Bridge, JSTew York, between 
eleven and twelve miles distant, and desired 
Scovell to attend Sabbath school at that 
place. With that arrangement he was not at 
all pleased, and begged the privilege of going 
to St. Catharines just one Sabbath more. 


The privilege was granted, and lie returned 
exultingly, exclaiming to his mother : "Now, 
I have got to go every Sabbath. I must go. 
You wont forbid me now, will you ? " He 
had sought an appointment as treasurer of 
his class, that he might present what he 
deemed a conclusive answer to all objections 
to the gratification of his wish. The argu- 
ment prevailed, and, when his parents could 
not accompany him, he was permitted to go 
by the cars alone to take his place in his 
class and discharge his duties as its treasurer. 
But Scovell's study of the Scriptures was 
not confined to his Sabbath school lessons. 
His parents have no memory of the time 
when he did not love to have the Bible read 
to him ; and as soon as he was able to ap- 
preciate what it was, he began to delight in 
its study, being particularly interested in the 
stories of the ministry, sufferings and death 
of our Saviour, and in the historical portions 
of the Old Testament. During the winter, 
before he was seven years old, his mother 
commenced to read the Bible through in 
course with him, and so earnestly did he 


become engaged in it, that he was seldom 
satisfied unless she read to him six chapters 
in the morning, and six chapters after he had 
gone to bed at night. And even after he had 
heard this number, he would frequently urge 
her to proceed, saying: "I love it, mamma, 
better than any story book I ever heard." 
And such was the deep impression made 
upon his mind, and such the retentiveness 
and accuracy of his memory, that, before he 
had passed his seventh year, the extent of his 
biblical intelligence would compare favor- 
ably with that of a large portion of adult 
church members. After he began to go 
regularly to church, he seldom failed to re- 
member the text, and on more than one oc- 
casion did he detect and speak of errors made 
by clergymen in the pulpit, in their scripture 
quotations. During the pastorate of Eev. 
Mr. Riggs, at St. Catharines, he was ac- 
customed to instruct a weekly Bible class, 
composed mainly of Sabbath school teachers. 
On one or two occasions, Scovell attended 
with his mother,- and answered questions 
clearly and understandingly which were not 


readily apprehended by the older persons 
present. This fact was a frequent subject of 
remark, during the after portion of his life, 
by those who heard his replies, and has been 
referred to in letters to his parents since his 

Scovell was always pleased when permitted 
to attend a prayer meeting, and would often 
tell his mother that it was to him the most 
delightful service of the sanctuary. When 
at all consistent, his mother never failed to 
converse and pray with him when he retired 
to rest at night, and he was always ac- 
customed to offer up his own prayer before 
going to sleep. In this he seldom omitted 
the earnest petition: "Write my name deep 
in the Lamb's book of life." Occasionally, 
when his mother was not with him, he would, 
at first, forget his evening devotions, but, as 
he would afterwards inform her, he could not 
go to sleep until the omission occurred to his 
mind, when he would say his prayers and 
immediately fall into sweet and undisturbed 

Whenever his father was absent, Scovell 


always desired to ask a blessing at the table, 
and was generally permitted to do so. The 
language he was accustomed to use was 
simple but expressive. It was : " Oh, Lord 
God, bless this food to us. Let us not starve 
or want. Have pity on the poor and give 
them plenty to eat. I ask it for Christ's 
sake. Amen." 

He was never known to regret the ap- 
proach of the holy Sabbath, or to wish its 
hours to pass more hurriedly on. He was 
scrupulously conscientious in regard to its 
observance, and was seldom betrayed into 
any undue merriment upon that day. He 
always sought for religious reading in books 
and papers, and, when the New York Obser- 
ver first began to be published as a double 
6heet, he would usually get it early in the 
morning, and with a knife separate the secu- 
lar from the religious department, and lay 
the former carefully away. If by chance he 
saw the secular pages in the hands of any 
member of the family, he would speak to 
them promptly, but respectfully, of the im- 
propriety of reading worldly articles at that 


time. If friends were visiting in the family, 
who were not so particular on that subject, 
he would often speak to his mother of their 
writing letters, or reading magazines, or news- 
papers or books, which he did not consider 
suitable for the Sabbath, and express surprise 
that they should have so little regard for the 
one day in seven that should be devoted to 
the Lord. How careful ought professors of 
religion to be of the example they set before 
children, whose observant eyes and unschool- 
ed hearts are ever quick to detect inconsis- 
tencies and mark the errors of their seniors. 
He delighted in the society of clergymen, 
and was most happy when they were guests 
at his father's house, ever seeking their com- 
pany, that he might converse with them 
upon topics in which they were interested ; 
never avoiding, but rather desiring, conversa- 
tion in reference to his immortal soul. liVhen 
they were leaving, he was always the last to 
part with them, and always urged them to 
come again. When in church, if the sermon 
was earnest, practical and instructive, the 
preacher was certain of one attentive and 


appreciative listener, though the language 
employed was not particularly adapted to 
the supposed comprehension of childhood. 

Scovell's mother was his confidant in all 
things, and it is "believed he never said or 
thought or did any thing wrong, but that he 
told her fully and frankly all about it before 
he slept at night. His anxiety for his moth- 
er's health and comfort, his sympathy in all 
her plans and desires, and his prompt and 
delicate attention to her wants, were the sub- 
ject of remark by all who had opportunity to 
observe them. It is seldom that parent and 
child are linked together by such oneness of 
feeling and such reciprocal devotion. But 
maternal love was not permitted to overcome 
judgment, an<3. punishment was not withheld 
when the impulses of youth overcame, as 
they sometimes did, good resolutions and 
correct intentions. After his mother had 
corrected him, he would always put his little 
arms around her neck, ask her forgiveness, 
and say, in substance: "Let us kiss and 
have it all pleasant again, mamma ; I can't 
enjoy myself unless you feel happy." When- 


ever his feelings became excited, if his moth- 
er was patient and gentle with him, as she 
always was when in health, he would soon 
become calm, and then with an exhibition of 
warmest gratitude, exclaim: "You are such 
a comfort to me, mamma." If mothers would 
learn from their own experience, or from this 
incident in Scovell's history, to be gentle with 
their children, and endeavor to soothe their 
turbid feelings with soft and pleasant words, 
they would save themselves many bitter self- 
upbraidings, when the flowers of their family 
circle have ceased to bloom in the garden of 
home. Scovell had a quickness of temper, 
which would carry him away for a time, but 
he was extremely sensitive to gentleness, and 
a few gentle words would generally subdue 
him. When his temper subsided he always 
seemed to think over his own conduct and 
be sorry. If he got angry at his companions 
in play, and did them injustice, as he some- 
times did, he always condemned himself for 
it, and repented of the wrong, though nothing 
was said. 

Many illustrations of the perfect truthful- 


ness of Sco veil's character, and his honor, are 
recalled by his friends. His grandfather had 
a rare plant which he was cultivating with 
great care in his yard at St. Catharines. It 
had just blossomed for the first time, when 
the child was passing it, whip in hand, full 
of play, and the swinging lash clipped the 
frail flower from the stem. When his grand- 
father discovered the loss, and began to make 
inquiry in relation to it, Scovell, who was 
not before aware of the value of the plant, 
hastened to confess the act, saying : " Grand- 
pa, I cut it off; I struck it with my whip; 
I am sorry." At another time, his mother 
had a daguerreotype of a dear friend, from 
which the glass had been broken and re- 
moved, and she found it one day with the 
likeness nearly effaced. Upon inquiring who 
had done the mischief, Scovell, who was in 
^,he hall adjoining, quickly exclaimed : " I did 
it, mamma ; I did not know the glass was 
off, and I thought there was dust upon it." 

He was warm-hearted and full of sympa- 
thy, especially for the poor, always preferring 
to go without a meal himself rather than to 


permit a beggar to be turned away from the 
door nn supplied. Not unfrequently would 
he give the lunch he was carrying to school, 
to some poor child in the street, and himself 
go hungry until his return home, and often 
would he ask such children into his mother's 
kitchen to be warmed and fed, and white 
there, make special effort, by conversation 
and delicate attentions, to contribute to their 
comfort and make them, for the time, to for- 
get their destitution and suffering. He de- 
lighted to enter the dwellings of want, and 
was always a welcome visitor; his tender 
sympathies being grateful to the inmates, 
even when he was unable to offer substantial 
relief. Once, when in St. Catharines, he 
accompanied a messenger to carry food to a 
sick and destitute colored woman, who was 
supplied daily by a few of the neighbors. 
He was overcome with the evidence of pov- 
erty and the lack of comfort, which were 
presented to his young but observing eyes, 
and, on his return, solicited and obtained 
from hid mother, a bundle of clothing for the 
woman and her child, and added thereto the 



email amount of money in his possession, 
which had been given him for his own per- 
sonal gratification. "With these he accom- 
panied the messenger the next day to glad- 
den and relieve the needy ; and though, in 
the fullness of his heart, he spoke never a 
word, the grateful woman afterwards bore 
testimony that no other visitor had exhibited 
so much of sympathy and compassion as he. 
The expression of his large black eyes spoke 
more of his feelings than words could have 
uttered. He frequently repeated his visits 
and his expressions of sympathy, always car- 
rying a ray of sunshine into the abode over 
which poverty and disease had hung an 
almost impenetrable cloud. 

His sympathy was particularly drawn out 
towards the family of an industrious man, 
who had been formerly in his grandfather's 
employ, but who had been laid aside from 
active labor, for many long months, by a 
protracted and painful attack of inflamma- 
tory rheumatism. It was always a pleasure 
to Scovell to carry donations of food or other 
necessities to them, and usually when meet- 


ing the wife and mother, he would inquire 
anxiously for the husband and children, and 
in the simplicity and honesty of his child 
heart, would often ask; "Are you warm? Do 
you have enough to eat?" That mother's 
heart was touched by the sympathy of the 
child, and she loves to speak of it, and to ex- 
press her unfeigned sorrow at his early death. 
Not far from his father's residence, some 
three or four years before his decease, there 
lived an intelligent and worthy family that 
had formerly been " well to do in the world," 
but had been much reduced by successive mis- 
fortunes and by the protracted and frequent 
illness of several of its members. A daughter 
named Julia, just approaching womanhood, 
and who had just begun to contribute by her 
personal exertions to the common store, was 
•prostrated by disease, and after lingering, 
helpless and suffering, many long weeks, sunk 
away and died. During all her sickness, 
Scovell frequently called to see her, and 
carried such little delicacies as he could 
obtain for her comfort and gratification. His 
grandfather McCollum sent him by letter, 


on his eighth birth day, a gold dollar, to 
dispose of just as he pleased. As soon as 
his eyes beheld it, he exclaimed, addressing 
his mother: "I want to take that to Julia 
Fuller. Her folks can buy a great many 
things with it, and it will do her so much 
good." Plis mother expressed pleasure that 
he should desire thus to dispose of his gift, 
and it was not long before his gold dollar 
was doing its work of mercy at the bed-side 
of the dying girl. 

Scovell's respect for the aged was not less 
marked than his sympathy and kindness to 
the poor. Several instances are remembered 
of his gentle and affectionate attention to old 
ladies with whom he chanced to meet when 
traveling upon rail road trains. He would 
always seek their society, endeavor to antici- 
pate their wants, converse sympathetically 
and confidingly with them, and offer them, 
as the only token of affection at his com- 
mand, the apples or oranges which had been 
purchased for himself. 

Scovell's temperance principles were strong 
and unyielding. When only seven years of 


age, he voluntarily signed a total abstinence 
pledge, and could never afterwards be in- 
duced to taste any intoxicating liquors, even 
as a medicine, until, during his last sickness, 
after persistently declining to take it from 
his mother, he yielded to the earnest request 
of his physician, and, as a duty, swallowed 
the prescribed dose of brandy. After listen- 
ing to an able address by Mr. Sinclair, of 
Scotland, when he was eight years old, he 
united with the "Band of Hope" in St 
Catharines, and remained a faithful mem- 
ber until his death. 

At a very tender age, he was taught to 
repeat and understand the 32d verse of the 
16th chapter of Proverbs: "He that is slow 
to anger is better than the mighty ; and he 
that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a 
city." He was naturally quick and impul- 
sive in his temperament, but would always 
struggle to overcome his agitation and avoid 
angry demonstrations. When he had suc- 
ceeded, he would frequently hapten to his 
mother, explain to her the circumstances, 
and exclaim triumphantly : " Mamma, I 
have taken a city." 


"When nine years old, after he had been to 
visit some of his little friends, he said to his 
mother: "You don't know what a tempta- 
tion I have resisted this evening. They 
played cards, and teased me to play too; hut 
I told them No! that my father and mother 
did not approve of cards, and I would not 
touch them." At another time, he came 
home from visiting the same friends, much 
earlier than was usual. His mother, fearing 
6ome disagreement among the children, asked 
him for an explanation, when she learned 
that he had left his friends because cards 
were again introduced. After that, seeing 
the child's decision and firmness, they never 
offered to play at cards again when he was 

Scovell was early made to appreciate the 
true nature of charity, and to understand 
that a benevolent spirit, to be at all com- 
mendable, should be accompanied by a 
willingness, if necessary, to make personal 
sacrifices for its gratification. The dis- 
position of the gold dollar referred to wa3 
one illustration of the practical effect of such 


instruction, as well as of his natural sym- 
pathy and kindness of heart. Another has 
been furnished by his mother. At one time, 
he was very anxious to contribute to some 
charitable object, and voluntarily deprived 
himself of the use of butter for a considerable 
time, that he might save thereby the amount 
he desired to give. 

Many incidents might be told to illustrate 
his forgiving spirit. "When at school in 
Syracuse, the scholars were required to 
report their standing and deportment for 
themselves, and in accordance with his 
habitual regard for system and order, Scovell 
procured a small blank book, ruled it 
appropriately, and commenced keeping a 
regular daily account, according to his best 
judgment. One of his most intimate play- 
mates, under the influence of sudden im- 
pulse, tore the book in pieces in his presence. 
He was, of course, greatly grieved, and he 
could not be persuaded to commence another 
record ; but very soon, the injury was ap- 
parently forgotten, and his attachments to 
his friend were as warm and constant as 


before. During the examination closing the 
last term he attended school, his feelings 
were greatly injured by an unintentional 
injustice on the part of his teacher ; but it 
was but a few moments after that he was 
volunteering an act of kindness to him, and 
the next morning, he was among the most 
active in procuring a valuable book to*be 
presented as a parting gift, by the scholars, 
to their instructor. 

Soon after Scovell became a resident of 
Syracuse, an incident occurred which il- 
lustrated the frankness and artlessness of his 
character, at the same time that it proved 
his respect for his mother's instruction, and 
his desire to be governed by her advice. 
During the previous winter, when they would 
be conversing in anticipation of moving, she 
would endeavor to impress upon his mind 
the dangers and temptations incident to city 
life, and the importance of great care in the 
formation of new acquaintances. "When he had 
been but two or three days in his new home, 
he came into the house one evening and said 
to his mother: "I think I have found a 


good boy to play with ; he does not swear or 
use any bad language." His mother inquired 
how he ascertained that fact. "Why," said 
he, with the utmost simplicity and honesty, 
"I asked him, and I told him my mother was 
very particular what boys I associated with." 
In answer to an expression of surprise that 
he dared to ask such a question of a stranger, 
he exclaimed : " How could I h'nd out with- 
out?" The boy proved to be all that Scovell 
supposed, and they were ever afterwards 
warm friends. 

It must ever be a rich source of gratifi- 
cation and consolation to ScovelFs mother, 
that, though the duration of his life did not 
reach twelve years, it was long enough to 
exhibit such abundant fruits of her prayerful 
and unceasing care and instruction. And it 
must be a pleasant recollection that the child 
fully appreciated her anxieties and attentions, 
and often expressed such appreciation in 
language like this: "Well, mamma, if I don't 
make a good man, it will not be your fault, be- 
cause you have taken great pains in teaching 
me to be good and to do right." 


The great secret of the early development 
of the moral qualities in Scovell's character 
is to be found in his mother's fidelity. 

Scovell always exhibited entire confidence 
in his earthly parents, and faith in his 
heavenly Father. When only two and a 
half years old, a friend of the family was 
very ill, and Scovell was informed that it 
was supposed he would die. The child re- 
mained quiet a few moments, and then said : 
"Mamma, Uncle Goodrich wont die; he will 
get well." "What makes you think so, my 
child?" inquired his mother. "Because I 
have asked God to make him well." Oh ! 
the beautiful simplicity of a child's trust! 
That friend did recover, and lives to offer 
consolation to the afflicted parents of the 
child whose prayers were thus made for his 

A few months before his death, Scovell 
listened with deep interest to a sermon by 
his pastor, Rev. T. De Witt Talmage, in 
which the brilliant setting of jewels in our 
Savior's crown was most eloquently por- 
trayed, and a spiritual application of the 


subject most impressively made. Scovell 
loved to talk about it afterwards, and when 
his mother asked him if he thought he would 
ever be one of those bright jewels, he replied 
with fullest confidence, but with a gentleness 
of manner peculiar to his expressions on such 
subjects : r "I think I shall, mamma." 

'Scovell was passionately fond of reading, 
and besides the newspapers and books which 
he found at home, the public libraries w r ere 
used by him to the fullest extent that the 
rules would permit. While in Syracuse, he 
was accustomed to select and draw books for 
himself from the libraries, and it was very 
seldom indeed that he brought home any of 
the lighter works of fiction. Histories and 
biographies were often est chosen, and the 
former seemed to have a peculiar charm for 
his young and expanding intellect. He kept 
himself well informed in relation to passing 
events, and studied history, partly that he 
might the more readily and understandingly 
connect and contrast the past with the present. 
In his school, he did not consider the lesson 
in history a study but a recreation, and it 


never required a second reading to be well 
prepared for recitation. 

In reference to ScovelPs mental develop- 
ments, his Christian intelligence and the 
general balance of his character, all who 
knew him bear favorable witness. One 
whose acquaintance was long and intimate, 
has spoken in language which is quoted 
below from the funeral discourse preached 
at St. Catharines, by Rev. Herman C. 
Kiggs : 

" God sent him into this world a noble boy. 
It was not merely the prejudiced partiality 
of doting parents towards an only child, which 
ascribed to him uncommon parts. The im- 
partial acquaintance, and the yet more im- 
partial stranger, were impressed with the 
same conviction. The boy and the man 
seemed to unite in him, not so as to form that 
unnatural and unpleasant compound of char- 
acter, which we not unfrequently discover in 
the young, but so that his nature seemed to 
be distinctly double in its development. As 
a boy, he was remarkably full of the boy's 
animal spirit and buoyancy. His playmates 


never found him a whit behind themselves 
in his tastes for boyish sports. As a youth 
he was fully true to all the instincts and im- 
pulses of youth. He was in every sense a 
boy with boys. But he was more. There 
was another side to his character, as distinct 
and marked in its tastes and features as this of 
which we have just spoken. It led him to 
enjoy, and often to seek, the society of ma- 
ture minds. He was an interesting compan- 
ion for developed men. The thoughtful 
conversation, and the sober argument, were 
relished by him. He loved to master the 
large truth. With an intelligence truly 
wonderful in one so young, he grappled with 
many of the theories of mature life, and rested 
not till he had discovered their foundation, 
and made them his own. There seemed 
to be a penetrating power in his thought, 
which not only demanded for his satisfaction 
the utmost clearness of view in connection 
with truth, but which also enabled him to 
obtain it. Perhaps in no department of truth 
was this penetration more manifest, than in 
his apprehension of the facts of revelation, 


and the conditions of the Gospel. From 
personal conversations with him on these 
spiritual themes, I know that many a Chris- 
tian, whose profession had run through a 
long life, would have gained by the exchange 
of his own clouded views of gospel truth for 
the clear conceptions and statements of this 
departed boy. His plain understanding of 
all the essential points of Christian doctrine 
and Christian faith, as manifested in his for- 
cible expositions of them, was often a source 
of unfeigned wonder to me. I realized not 
unfrequently that my experience in these 
interviews was that of the teacher taught. I 
had at least received as well as given instruc- 
tion. Nor is this a solitary experience and 
testimony. Mature men in every depart- 
ment of life, have joined in the witness of 
one who knew him well and impartially : 
1 1 never saw so mature a mind in one so 

"But mere mental power was not his only 

excellence. His whole being was warmed 

by the glow of an affectionate heart. His 

attachments were ardent and real, continu- 



ing beyond the hours of actual presence with 
his friends, and leading to thoughtful con- 
sideration of them in their absence. Yet in 
his warmest friendships, his judgment main- 
tained a remarkable sway over the impulses 
of his natural feelings, securing a calm and 
mature regard for those necessities in the 
condition of others, which might interfere 
with the gratification of his wishes. In a 
w r ord, God seems to have centered in him, to 
an uncommon degree, the elements of power 
and usefulness in life. All who knew him 
were led to regard his earthly future as one 
of fairest promise ; were permitted to see the 
beginnings of powers which, in their ripen- 
ing, must have fitted him for a large work ; 
the budding of those attractions which, in 
their full flowering, must have garlanded his 
life with beauty. But they saw only the 
beginnings and the buddings. Just as the 
promise was given, — just as the power began 
to develop, and to prophesy of its result in 
the coming years of life, he is cut down." 

Scovell's habit of observation and quick per- 
ception made him a constant learner wher- 


ever lie might be. He knew the number 
and name of all locomotives running upon the 
roads centering at the place of his residence, 
at long sight or by the sound of their whistles, 
and was well acquainted with the conductors 
on all the trains upon which he was ac- 
customed to travel. Rev. W. C. Wilkinson, 
pastor of a Baptist Church at New Haven, 
formerly, while a student, supplied for a time 
the Presbyterian pulpit of St. Catharines. 
"Writing of his acquaintance with Scovell 
he says : " Once I remember he met me at 
the St. Catharines station. His cheerful 
salutation is in my ear as I write. He rode 
to the town with the driver of the stage, and 
I think that he held the reins. The driver 
seemed to be familiar with the youthful 
character's appreciation of the privilege, and 
apparently delighted to indulge him. Scovell 
amused and astonished me on the way by 
the knowledge that he displayed on those 
subjects, which boys, I believe, master by 
some kind of instinct denied to us older peo- 
ple. Every horse, every cow, every domes- 
tic animal of whatever species, that came in 


sight, Scovell would be almost sure to know 
its peculiarities, its recent history and its 
present ownership. I mention this as illus- 
trating that the outward hemisphere of his 
boyhood was not wanting. His physical 
tastes and appetency seemed to me to be 
in healthful equipoise with his mental de- 

This same habit of observation led him also 
to a general understanding of almost all kinds 
of business, in relation to which he would 
converse freely when he had opportunity. 
The last time he crossed the Suspension 
Bridge, but a few days before his sickness, 
he was detained with his mother some two 
hours on the Canada side. Mr. H. Rogers,- 
a gentlemanly and efficient officer of the 
Canadian customs, who had often before 
noticed and talked with Scovell, took him 
into his office, and amused and interested 
himself in conversation with him. He has 
often since spoken of the remarkable develop- 
ments of the child's character, and particu- 
larly of his accurate appreciation of the 
collection of customs and the general rules 


which govern the business. Mr. Rogers, in 
a subsequent letter to a friend, speaks of "the 
affection and admiration I felt for what 
appeared to me such a picture of nature's 
work, beauty and intelligence combined in 
such a high degree and in so marked a man- 
ner in one so very young." "When," said he 
"I heard in full all the beautiful incidents 
of that death bed scene, though I have been 
hardened by witnessing many a terrible 
sight, having been for years in Central India, 
I felt my eyes moisten, although five min- 
utes previously, I would have said nothing 
on this earth could bring a tear from me. / 
knew the hoy and I loved him" 

In another portion of the letter from 
which a quotation has before been taken, 
Rev. Mr. Wilkinson says: "Notwithstanding 
the brevity of the whole period of our ac- 
quaintance, and the infrequency of my meet- 
ings with Scovell, and notwithstanding the 
theory of changes, new scenes and new events 
since then, I do remember that face and form 
as if I had seen them yesterday. I attribute 
this vividness of recollection to the impres- 


sion that ScovelPs character made upon me. 
Frank of eye and clear, through its depths, 
to the bottom of his soul, like the Carribean 
sea, of a most attractive boyish manliness, 
saying things that did not strike you as re- 
markable imtil you thought of them after- 
wards in connection with his age, they were 
bo naturally said — the apparently unspoiled 
object of a household affection that spent 
itself all on him — evidently a general favor- 
ite, yet, so far as I could judge, free from 
over-weaning vanity or selfishness, cheerful, 
courteous, dutiful, reverent — Scovell was a 
type of noble boyhood that I am heartily 
glad I could not forget." 

And again: "I shall never forget how 
much maternal fondness expressed itself in 
his mother's manner, when she said to me 
one day, in speaking of the prayer of perfect 
consecration, that, as often as she tried to 
offer it, the image of that son would pass 
between her heart and God. Dear mother, 
that image, changed to a heavenly resem- 
blance, is no longer a veil to come between 
you and your Father! Would that we migM 
all have our veils as kindly removed!" 


ihuatiflti.— fabits. 

Mj*s Gregg. — Mother's Teaching. — Aim in Life. — Talent 
for Drawing. — Miss Linsley. — Loved by his Class 
Mates. — Manly traits of Character. 

5 The odor of flowers from the thornless land, 

"Where we deem that our blest ones are, 
Seemed borne in his skirts ; and his soft right hand 
Was holding a radiant star. 

6 His feet, unshod, looked tender and fair, 

As the lily's opening bell, 
Half vailed in a cloud of glory, as there 
Around him in folds it fell. 



When very young, Scovell developed a 
strong desire to obtain a thorough education. 
He learned his letters from blocks, and to 
read easy words, from the "Pictorial Tract 
Primer," almost unaided. A very frail 
constitution and repeated and severe attacks 
of disease, however, prevented his regular and 
continued attendance at school until after he 
had attained his tenth year. Before that age, 
he had occasionally been under instruction a 
few days at a time, and twice attended, as 
regularly as his health would permit, during 
an entire quarter. The last of these two 
quarters was at La Fayette, Indiana, where 
he was under the tuition of Miss Harriet 
Gregg, in the primary department of one of 
the public schools. Here he studied spelling, 



reading, elementary geography and simple 
mental arithmetic. He devoted himself to 
these studies with that degree of energy and 
ambition which characterized his whole life, 
and though detained frequently from the 
school room by sickness, he was first in his 
class at the close of the term, and received 
the first prize for recitations and deportment. 
The effort was too much for his constitution, 
and was followed, on the night after the 
concluding exercises, by a painful attack of 
disease which nearly proved fatal. He was 
not permitted to resume his place in the 
school at the commencement of the next term, 
but pursued his studies, under his mother's 
instruction, as constantly as his health would 

His regard for order and rule had early 
become fixed as a part of his mental consti- 
tution, and he desired his studies at home to 
be as systematic and regular as when at 
school. He fixed himself a desk in one 
corner of the dining room, arranged his 
books and slate upon it in the neatest and 
most convenient manner, and went as 


earnestly at work upon his lessons as though 
constantly under the eye of a watchful and 
strict master. Precisely at the appointed 
moment, he expected his mother to ring the 
bell for the opening of school. He would 
obey the summons promptly, and was 
always in his seat as punctually as though 
striving most earnestly for a prize for atten- 
dance, with a score of ambitious schoolmates. 
His school, too, must be opened with system 
and order, and his mother was accustomed 
to read a portion of Scripture, after which 
Scovell himself would make an opening 
prayer. Then he would turn to his books, 
and devote his undivided attention to his 
lessons. If he scratched upon his slate, or 
made any other unnecessary noise, his mother 
was expected to touch the bell slightly, and 
he would invariably give instant attention 
to the signal. Recess was devoted to the 
most energetic play, but his studies were 
resumed upon the call of the bell with 
commendable punctuality. He was then 
but seven years of age, but his habits of 
study, regularity, order and promptness, had 


been already settled, and he required no 
incentive beyond, the ambition which led 
him to look forward to a life of professional 
distinction and benevolent or Christian use- 

ScovelPs mother continued, as her health 
and his would permit, to instruct him at 
home until his removal to Syracuse, in 1859. 
Rev. G. M. W. Carey, of St. Catharines, 
mentions an incident, illustrating his prompt- 
ness and punctuality, when thus pursuing 
his studies under her direction. He met 
him on a Monday noon at the Passenger 
depot of the New York Central Rail Road 
at Suspension Bridge, New York, where the 
family were staying for a few months. After 
a somewhat extended and manly conver- 
sation, Scovell suddenly exclaimed, with a 
look at the station clock : " It is time for me 
to go to school; I must attend to my 
studies:" and with a polite bow and a cheer- 
ful good by, "sailed off," and ran at full 
speed to the house where he was board- 

He was ambitious of future distinction, 


and was often heard to remark that he should 
excel in whatever pursuit in life he might 
finally determine to engage. lie aimed at a 
high position in one of the learned profes- 
sions, and early announced his determination 
to prepare either for the pulpit or the bar. 
His inclination was for the former, but when 
doubts were expressed to him whether the 
condition of his throat would ever permit 
him to preach, his mind would at once turn 
to the law, and he would usually ask, with 
great apparent anxiety, " Do n't you think 
I could be a good man if I was a lawyer ? 
Do n't you think I could be as good and do 
as much good as Mr. Sampson, at St. Catha- 
rines ? " Then he would frequently say, 
"Well, if I am a lawyer, I will be a good 
one. I will be one of those lawyers that 
every body will want to employ." His am- 
bition for education and worldly preferments 
was very great, but always subordinate in 
his mind to the greater anxiety which was 
implanted in it, almost in his infancy, to do 
good. He was anxious to attain a position 
of professional excellence and influence, that 


he might become useful as a man and a 

Scovell exhibited a remarkable taste and 
talent for drawing, which at the age of nine 
years, he was permitted to cultivate, for a 
few months, under the instruction of Miss 
Emma A. Linsley, at St. Catharines, C. W. 
Here, close attention and care enabled him 
to make rapid improvement, and the pencil 
sketches made by him during that time have 
been much admired and praised. One of 
them was exhibited at the fair of the Frank- 
lin Institute, in Syracuse, in February, 1860, 
and received a nattering notice in the report 
of the appropriate committee. When he 
first sought permission to take lessons of 
Miss Linsley, his mother expressed to him 
the fear that it would be "money and time 
thrown away." She yielded, however, to 
his wishes, and as, from time to time, his 
pieces were finished, or so far advanced that 
he could bring them home for exhibition, he 
would show them to his mother, and ex- 
ultantly exclaim: "Now, you don't think it 
is money thrown away, do you mamma?" 


He was a favorite with the drawing class, 
as elsewhere, and received many evidences 
of the affection of his teacher and his as- 
sociates. When he was about to leave them 
to remove to Syracuse, in the spring of 1859, 
these evidences were numerous and touching 
in their character. When he came home from 
his last attendance with the class, he rushed 
into the house, exclaiming to his mother: "I 
have been almost smothered with kisses to 
day. All the girls wanted to cut curls from 
my hair to keep, but I told them they could 
not have them, because they all belonged to 
my mother, and you did not like to have 
them cut off." After his decease there were 
no more sincere mourners than they who had 
been associated with him in his class, and 
their expressions of sorrow were most tender 
and affecting. One who was absent on the 
day of his death, could hardly be reconciled 
to the fact that she had not been per- 
mitted to see him during his sickness, and 
with streaming eyes, and a heavy heart, she 
exclaimed: "Oh! how I did love Scovell. 
I never loved any other boy as I loved him. 


He was not like other boys ; he was so noble, 
so good. Oh! how I did love him!" 

In a private letter to Scovell's mother, 
written in February, 1861, Miss Linsley, 
after speaking of the interest she had felt in 
reading accounts of his death and the death 
bed scenes, said: "But, why not give more 
details of his life, which I think was no less 
remarkable than his death ? He was so noble 
and conscientious in his every day life ; such 
clear perceptions had he of right- and wrong, 
and so firmly would he adhere to the right! 
Never shall I forget his exemplary conduct 
when with me in my drawing class." In 
the same and subsequent letters, she gave 
several incidents illustrative of his character. 
"Sometimes," said she, "I was called out of 
my room for a few moments during the hours 
of practice. The other pupils, who were some 
six and eight years older than he, would take 
advantage of my absence to talk and play, 
and would endeavor to persuade him to do 
60 too. But little Scovell, then only nine 
years of age, was never known to leave his 
drawing or do aught that he would not do 


were I present. I have this fact from the 
pupils themselves. When it was related to 
me, I was much affected by the incident — 
perhaps the more so because he was so ex- 
ceedingly fond of play." 

Again, she writes: "It is near two years 
since Scovell was with me, yet the impression 
he has left on my mind can never bu effaced. 
I think I can even now see his bright manly 
face, and hear his polite ■ Good morning' as 
he came daily to my room. Would that 
some friend would portray his character in 
all its beauty, as an example to others! If he 
related an incident to me, or described some 
object, and afterwards learned that he had 
misapprehended or misstated the facts, he 
would always take the earliest opportunity to 
make the proper correction. If I had mis- 
judged another, how quickly he would in- 
form me, even though it might be to his own 
discredit to have the truth known. For 
iustance, it was my custom to forbid any 
communication between the members of my 
class under penalty of being detained after 
the others were dismissed. I well remember 


speaking to one of my pupils who I supposed 
had been whispering, when little Scovell, 
not willing that another should be unjustly 
accused for his fault, quickly said : ' It was 
I that whispered, Miss Linsley, but I forgot 

In another place she writes : " I shall not 
soon forget his affection for his teacher and 
playmates, or his kindness to those in more 
humble life, and who may have been insulted 
or despised by his companions. He was 
kind and respectful not merely to the sons of 
wealthy parents, and those of interesting 
appearance, but also to the poor man's child, 
and those of less pleasing character. Nor 
was he ashamed to own them as his friends 
in the presence of his more favored and 
proud companions. I remember his asking 
me one day for permission to show his 
drawing to one of his poor friends, and at 
another time he inquired if he might have 
one of them sit in my room beside him, to 
see him practice in drawing. I shall never 
forget my surprise as well as pleasure, at the 
interest he manifested for his less favored 


companion, endeavoring in many ways to 
make his stay with him pleasant. Though 
he traveled so much with his parents, and 
had so many advantages for seeing the 
world, Scovell never forgot his old playmates 
in St. Catharines, and when he returned to 
where they lived, he was at once a hoy and a 
companion with them again, and loved them 
as ardently as ever." 

And again Miss Linsley writes: "Scovell 
possessed a joyous, happy temperament, and a 
manly air and grace of manner far in advance 
of his years. His bright black eye and curly 
hair, his erect and beautiful form, his intel- 
ligent and happy expression of countenance, 
would attract you, even though a stranger 
to him. His brilliant mind and beautiful 
character I cannot portray on paper as I wish ; 
yet they will remain indelibly imprinted on 
my memory, and I can never cease to rejoice 
that I knew your beloved but now departed 


MM\ SrftjwL— Spxwse. 

Church Connection. — Attachment to School. — Unwilling 
to Change. ■*-" Robert Raikes" Class. — Teachers. — 
Miss "Wright. — Judge Spencer. — Reformed Dutch 
Minister in the Presbyterian Sarbath School. — 
Anniversary Missionary Meeting. — Exercises. — 
Vacation. — Choice of Places in wiitch to spend it. — 
Vacant Seat. — Never Returns. — Desire to do Good. 

7 I asked him how he was clothed anew, — 

Who circled his head with light, — 
And whence he returned to meet my view, 
So calm and bright. 

8 I asked him where he had been so long, 

Away from his mother's care,— 
Again to sing me his infant song, 
And to kneel by my side in prayer. 



Immediately upon his becoming a resident 
of Syracuse, Scovell united himself with the 
First Presbyterian Sabbath school, and al- 
though his parents subsequently became con- 
nected with the Reformed Dutch Church and 
Sabbath school, he was never willing to 
change. He would go to church in the 
morning with them, and at the close of the 
service, hasten off to his class nearly half a 
mile distant. His first teacher was Miss 
Sarah M. Wright, (now Mrs. James Noxon), 
who was succeeded by Hon. Israel S. Spencer, 
in June, 1860, but a few weeks before Sco- 
velTs vacation commenced and he left the 
city. The class — " Robert Raikes, No. 16 "— 
was composed of eight bright and promising 
lads, mostly Scovell's associates in his day 


school or on the play ground, and was 
noticed by visitors for its interesting appear- 
ance, and the intelligence manifested in the 
recitations and other class exercises. Scovell 
was conspicuous among his class mates, and 
his answers and questions were more like 
what would be expected from a mature adult 
Christian than from a boy of ten years. 
Judge Spencer, in a recent note on the sub- 
ject, says : " I never saw him until I met 
him in that class. My attention was at once 
arrested, not only by the brightness of his 
intellect, but by a deep moral sense which 
seemed to underlie and to give tone and 
character to all his conversation. He had 
an uncommon knowledge of the Scriptures, 
for one of his early years, and his questions 
indicated that his mind dwelt very much 
upon the character and office of the Saviour." 
Scovell's attachment to his class and his 
school was marked and peculiar, and was 
manifested at every opportunity. It was 
a frequent theme of conversation at home 
and with friends who were not residents of 
the city, and never would his bright black 


eye beam with greater pleasure than when 
he heard his school spoken of in terms of 
praise. On one occasion, Eev. T. De Witt Tal- 
mage, Pastor of the Dutch Church, by in- 
vitation, attended the regular quarterly mis- 
sionary exercises of the Presbyterian school, 
on a Sabbath afternoon, and addressed the 
scholars. In the evening Scovell was present, 
as usual, at the Dutch Church, and scarcely 
was the benediction pronounced before he 
hastened forward, and ascending the pulpit 
stairs, said: "Mr. Talmage, how did you 
like our Sunday school ? " 

On Tuesday evening, March, 27th, 1860, 
the Anniversary Missionary meeting was 
held, and the spacious church was filled with 
interested spectators. Each class, by a rep- 
resentative or otherwise, participated in the 
exercises, as their treasurers made their quar- 
terly contributions to the several missionary 
funds of the school. Scovell had been 
seriously ill, and for some days had not been 
able to leave the house, but Miss Wright was 
very anxious to have him take a leading 
part, and brought the entire class to his 


home to make the necessary preparations, 
and practice for the occasion. On the ap- 
pointed evening, though still suffering with 
a painful difficulty in his throat, he was taken 
to the church, and in the proper order, took 
his place with his class in front of the pulpit. 
The boys were arranged in a semi-circular 
form, with Scovell at the head and a little in 
front, and gave the following brief history of 
Robert Raikes, with some of the lessons to 
be drawn from his life and efforts as the 
founder of Sabbath schools — as prepared for 
them by their teacher : 

Scovell. — Robert Raikes was born in Glou- 
cester, England, in 1735, and died in 1811, 
at the age of 76 years. " He was a man of 
great piety, and besides attendance on the 
ordinary duties of public worship, was long 
in the habit of frequenting early morning 
prayers, every week day, at the Cathedral." 
Willie Ryckman. — " He followed the ex- 
ample of Christ, who rose a great while 
before day, and departed into a desert place 
and there prayed." "Those that seek me 
early shall find me." 


Scovell. — "To him belongs the high dis- 
tinction of founding Sabbath schools; and 
the idea of these institutions was first sug- 
gested to his mind by witnessing the pain- 
ful spectacle of youthful dissipation which 
the streets exhibited on the Lord's day. At 
that time it had long been a subject of com- 
plaint, among farmers and others, that they 
suffered more from the depredations of the 
youth on that day than on all the rest." 
What command of our Saviour did Mr. 
Raikes obey in this act? 

Charlie Mosley. — " Go into the highways 
and hedges and compel them to come in, that 
my house may be rilled." 

Scovell. — Our great leader in this glorious 
cause engaged in the enterprise in 1781, and 
held his first school in a barn ; Christ was 
born in a manger ; Sabbath schools had their 
origin in a barn. 

Charlie Cotton. — "Humble yourselves, 
therefore, under the mighty hand of God, 
that he may exalt you in due time." 

Scovell. — " As might be expected from a 
person of such devout and eminently Chris- 


tian character, he was distinguished for his 
benevolent support of every scheme and 
institution calculated to advance the interests 
of humanity." 

Levi Zathrqp. — "Give and it shall bo 
given unto you: good measure, pressed 
down and shaken together, and running over, 
shall men give unto you." " For with the 
same measure ye mete withal, it shall be 
measured unto you again." 

Scovell. — " A Sabbath school association 
was formed for the benefit of the poor 
children in the metropolis, and Robert 
Raikes, in consequence of his zeal and 
merits, was enrolled an honorary member." 

George Tho?ripson. — "The path of the just 
is as the shining light, that shineth more and 
more unto the perfect day." 

Scovell. — "A far higher honor awaited 
this benevolent gentleman, in its being 
publicly certified, a long series of years after, 
that not one of the scholars at his institution 
in Gloucester, had ever been either in the 
city or county prisons." 

Willie Fitch. — " He who converteth a 


sinner from the error of his ways shall save 
a soul from death and hide a multitude of 

Scovell. — My Dear Classmates : The motto 
and watchword of this man, of whose life we 
have given a brief sketch, and whose name 
is the name of our class, was " TRY." In- 
structed by his example, and encouraged by 
his success 

Let us " try " to be prayerful as he was prayerful ; 
Let us " try" to be faithful as he was faithful ; 
Let us "try" to be benevolent as he was benevolent; 
Let us " try " to be aspiring in the great work, as he 
was aspiring; 
Let us " try " to seek the salvation of souls, as he did. 

Scovell's intelligent and animated appear- 
ance, his distinct enunciation and energetic 
and graceful manner, made a deep impres- 
sion upon the minds of the spectators, and 
many were the inquiries in relation to him 
by those who had not made his acquaint- 
ance and did not know who he was. The 
interest which had been awakened in him 
in the Sabbath school was now extended 


through the congregation, and after his 
death, this occasion was often referred to in 
conversation in relation to his life, character 
and promise, by those who were present. 

In the note from which a quotation has 
already been made, Judge Spencer remarks : 
" Our last school before our summer vacation 
was a particularly interesting one. The time 
of our lessons was shortened that we might 
spend more in exchanging words of parting; 
and warm wishes were expressed by each that 
we might all be spared during the vacation, 
and be permitted to return and meet together 
again as class and teacher. Scovell was 
particularly cheerful and happy. He said 
his parents had given him the choice of two 
places to go to, and that he had made his 
selection. When I heard of his death, I 
remembered these words, and they seemed 
to me to have been almost prophetic. Truly, 
thought I, he had the choice of two places to 
go to, and I rejoiced in the conviction that 
he had chosen the place in which he would 
be infinitely happy through the endless ages 
of eternity. That meeting, mingled with 


joy and sadness, was our last one. The 
vacation passed ; our school reassembled ; 
our class gathered together beneath the shield 
bearing its name, * Robert Raikes ; ' but 
Scovell came not. His seat was vacant. 
Regrets for his absence mingled with our 
first salutations with each other, and we 
were sad as we said he would be with us no 
more. His dying message was delivered to 
the school, and the impression it made, I 
trust, will be as abiding as it was solemn. 
We dressed our shield in mourning, and re- 
corded his death in our class book, with a 
warm tribute to his memory for his many 
social virtues and Christian graces." 

But Scovell was not satisfied with simply 
attending his .chosen Sabbath school, and 
selfishly reaping its benefits. So far as his 
acquaintance would permit, he was an ac- 
tive little missionary, seeking to draw in 
other children, and watching to see that 
they were retained in their classes. At St. 
Catharines he was particularly successful in 
this respect, and at Syracuse his efforts 
were not wholly fruitless. His missionary 


spirit was however more particularly de- 
veloped in connection with the "Scatter- 
good Mission Sabbath School," superinten- 
ded by Mr. Marshall, and held in a Ger- 
man church in the south part of the city, 
about a quarter of a mile from his resi- 
dence. Here he delighted ever to repair 
on a Sabbath afternoon, and alone or with 
a chosen companion, to go about in the 
neighboring streets, and endeavor to per- 
suade the uncared for children to leave 
their plays and go with him into the school. 
Sometimes, too, in the absence of an older 
and more experienced teacher, he would 
take charge of a class of the younger boys, 
and engage in their instruction with a degree 
of zeal which was at least worthy of com- 
mendation. The fund of bible stories with 
which his mind was stored, his general in- 
telligence, and simple earnest manner, ena- 
bled him to interest such little children, and 
made his selection as a temporary teacher, 
notwithstanding his extreme youth, eminent- 
ly proper. 


On Sunday, June 30th, 1861, another 
anniversary of the First Presbyterian Sab- 
bath School, at Syracuse, was celebrated; 
the exercises having been necessarily deferred 
for a few weeks. From the " Third Annual 
Report" of the Superintendent, the following 
extract is taken: 

"During the last year we have been filled 
with joy and sorrow at events transpired in 
connection with our schools. Three of our 
pupils have been removed by death. One 
in particular we must mention, because his 
death has been God's opportunity of convert- 
ing thousands of children to Christ. His 
name and the facts of his triumphant death 
in Christ, are as familiar as household words 
to all the Sunday schools in our land. May 
Scovell H. McCollum's dying message to this 
school ever be the watch word of us all, that 
we may be Christians and meet us all in 
heaven. * * * * Who of us 
will be singled out in the coming year as a 
warning to those left to be ready and ever 
about our Master's work ? We rejoice in this 
sorrow when we look at school and church 


records, and see how God has blessed and 
prospered us. Six boys have been converted 
and have united with the Church, viz : Henry 
Starin, William Matteson, William E. Fitch, 
William Ryckman, John H. Gray and Levi 
Lathrop. The teacher of four of the young 
converts — Judge Spencer — reports that they 
continue to give good evidence that grace 
has done its work in their hearts. He furth- 
er says : ' Our class prayer meetings, insti- 
tuted last season, are still continued, and 
were never more interesting than now.' 
Some of these young professors are now ac- 
tively at work teaching in the Mission 


Syracuse. — Mr. James Marshall. — Intensity in Plat. — 
Application to Study. — Conscienciousness. — Early 

efforts at composition. examples. affection for 

his Teacher. — Affecting Illustration. — Disappoint- 
ment. — Cannot say " Good-by." — Never meet again. 

9 He said, " Sweet mother, the song I sing 
Is not for an earthly ear: 
I touch the harp with a golden string 
For the hosts of heaven to hear. 

10 "It was but a gently fleeting breath, 
That severed thy child from thee ! 
The fearful shadow, in time, called Death, 
Hath ministered life to me. 



In the month of May, 1859, Scovell re- 
moved with his parents to Syracuse. In 
September following, about a year before his 
death, he entered the select school of Mr. 
James Marshall, and continued in it until the 
commencement of the vacation preceding 
his decease. His affectionate and forgiving 
disposition, open and frank manner, kind 
and gentlemanly deportment, and studious 
habits, soon won for him a place in the es- 
teem and confidence of teacher and school- 
mates. His desire for a thorough and syste- 
matic education had grown with his growth, 
and as he had become somewhat less subject 
to attacks of sickness, he devoted himself 
earnestly and assiduously, at his desk and at 
his home, in efforts to master the studies that 

10 o°»> 


were assigned to him. He loved to study as 
he loved to play, and he was ambitious alike 
to excel in the exercises of the school room 
and in the out-door sports in which he en- 
gaged with his companions. Every moment 
of his intermissions was fully occupied, and 
he returned to his seat panting and heated 
with exercise, his face flushed with excite- 
ment and covered with perspiration and dust. 
He would seem unconscious how earnestly 
and violently he had played. With abound 
he would go to his books, dash into his 
studies with the same earnestness, and soon 
become as absorbed as if he had not been at 
play at all. His teacher has been several 
times heard to remark, that Scovell could 
play more in the same length of time than 
any other boy he had ever known, and he 
might have truthfully added, that no child 
who was no farther advanced could learn 
more in a given time, or more understand- 
ing^ and accurately than he. 

It was the custom of the school for the 
scholars to give in their own reports for be- 
havior. One of the older girls several 


times spoke to Sco veil's parents of his correct 
deportment and truthfulness, remarking that, 
while some of the boys would report them- 
selves " perfect " when they had been whis- 
pering and otherwise disobeying the rules, if 
they supposed Mr. Marshall did not see 
them, he never would; and as a consequence 
of his honesty, his standing on the roll was 
not as high as it ought to be. Scovell was 
spoken to on the subject one day at the table, 
and said it was so — that a good many of the 
scholars did not report correctly, but he al- 
ways did, even when his infraction of the 
rules was caused by and the fault of others. 
To test him, his mother asked why he did 
not do as others did, and thus obtain his 
proper credit and standing. He replied 
with considerable spirit, " Do you think I 
would tell a lie, mamma, for the sake of a 
good mark ? " 

Two of Scovell's compositions, which were 
read by him at the semi-monthly public ex- 
ercises, are here given, not so much to ex- 
hibit any peculiar talent in that direction, as 
to indicate the moral and religious bent of 
his mind : 


It is morning. The bells peal over the 
valley and are echoed back by the hills. 
Who does not love to hear the church bells 
as they ring on a pleasant Sabbath morning? 
Behold the people coming from every direc- 
tion to the little church on the lawn. There 
stands the church, the sacred church where 
our forefathers knelt in prayer to the Al- 
mighty, for their wives and children. Think 
of that noble band of worshipers who left 
their homes and crossed the stormy deep that 
they might have freedom to worship God. 
Soon the services end, the people leave, and 
the children alone occupy the seats. It is 
the Sabbath school. Prayer is offered, the 
lessons are recited ; then they sing some child- 
ish hymns, such as : 

' I love to have the Sabbath come,' etc. 

Then the school ends. See that poor child, 
neatly clad, as she trips along to her humble 
home. How bright her eyes shine as she en- 
ters and dances up to her grandfather, hold- 
ing in her hand a little paper. Her grand- 


father asks, ' Where did you get it? ' and she 
replies : ' At the Sunday school.' How- 
thankful ought we to be for the Sabbath and 
the Sabbath school, when we think how 
many heathen children there are who never 
heard of this day or its blessings. "Without 
the influence of the Christian Sabbath we 
should be like those heathen. Even in our 
own land, we hear of many who do not ' Re- 
member the Sabbath day to keep it holy.' 
May we heed the lessons taught us at the 
fireside and by kind and faithful teachers, 
about this sacred day. "When we are well, 
may our seats never be vacant in the church 
or the Sabbath school." 


Often w T ar carries with it a blessing as 
well as a curse. Often war brings the Bible 
and Christ. The war which, two or three 
years ago, made desolation in India, and de- 
stroyed so many of our noble missionaries, 
and that brave English General, Havelock, 
whose fame is imperishable both as a soldier 
and Christian, has brought salvation to In- 


dia. The war which so long continued be- 
tween England and China has ceased. It has 
opened a large field for missionaries, and the 
cry is being continually wafted across the 
ocean for men to come and preach the Gos- 
pel. Our own war of the Kevolution, 
though of seven years' duration, and fought 
by brave men long and well, brought to us 
freedom to worship God, and made us an in- 
dependent nation. 

We have spoken of a few of the blessings 
of war, and now we will mention a few of 
its evils. It brings destruction wherever it 
goes. It destroys the family circle by leav- 
ing wives widows and children orphans. It 
lays waste cities ; it destroys vegetation and 
robs the public treasury. Then to think of 
the hardships the poor soldiers have to en- 
dure ! Whose heart does not go out in sym- 
pathy for the brave soldiers of Washington, 
exposed to the cold winter, scantily clothed 
and fed, whom the English pursued by the 
blood from their frozen feet, that stained the 
snow. It must require great courage to be 
a soldier. I suppose as long as the world 


stands we shall hear of ' wars and rumors of 
wars.' Even now Europe is agitated for 
fear of war. I hope e're long the prophecies 
of the Bible will be fufilled, and peace will 
reign triumphant throughout the world." 

On the 22d day of June, 1860, the last 
public exercises of the spring term of Mr. 
Marshall's school, and the last school exerci- 
ses of any kind in which Scovell was per- 
mitted to engage, were held. It was a sol- 
emn occasion, in view of the anticipated par- 
ting for the vacation season, and as Willie 
Matteson, the valedictorian, alluded to the 
probability that this would be the last time 
that all would meet together in that school 
room or on earth — that before another simi- 
lar anniversary, some one or more of them 
might be numbered with the dead — his words 
were deeply impressed upon Scovell's mind, 
but with little thought that the circle would 
so soon be broken by his own death. After- 
wards, when speaking of it to his mother, he 
exhibited his love for his teacher by alluding 
to the emotion that would probably be ex- 


hibited at the next anniversary, if, as it was 
then understood, that would be their final 
parting from Mr. Marshall and the final close 
of the school. "I don't think there will be 
many dry eyes then," said he, "and I do n't 
know who will be able to deliver the vale- 
dictory." On the occasion referred to, Scovell 
spoke a piece, wholly original in thought, and 
nearly so in language, which being his first 
original declamation and his last school exer- 
cise, is here given : 

Knowledge is one of the great achieve- 
ments of man. It is the foundation of all 
other achievements. It is power. Without 
it, where would be our academies? "Where 
would be our great men, who give us our 
books of learning ? Knowledge of astronomy 
gave Columbus power over the savages, 
when he first discovered America, and en- 
abled him to obtain food and good treatment 
for himself and his sailors. Knowledge of 
navigation enabled him first to cross the At- 
lantic ocean and find the new world ; and the 


knowledge lie imparted brought emigrants 
to this country. As a great result of that 
knowledge, our powerful republic is now one 
of the most important nations on the globe. 
Knowledge has recently given Americans 
great power with the people of Japan, and 
enabled our government to be the first trad- 
ing with that before almost unknown country. 
Knowledge of science and mechanics gives 
us power over water and fire, and enables us 
to make the powerful steam engine to ran, 
buzzing and whizzing, over our rail roads, and 
to propel our beautiful steam boats on our 
lakes and rivers, and across the mighty ocean. 
Knowledge of printing gives us power over 
knowledge itself, and enables us to scatter it 
in newspapers and books all over the world. 
And what has not a knowledge of electricity 
done since Franklin brought down lightning 
from the clouds with his kite? Look at the 
telegraph poles and wires all along our rail 
roads, and say if a knowledge of electricity 
is not power. It sends word to our friends a 
thousand miles away, in a minute, and brings 
us all the news of places a great way off as 
soon as it is known there. 


But, we cannot obtain knowledge without 
labor. The great men who have distinguished 
themselves for their knowledge, have shut 
themselves out from the world, and deprived 
themselves of many comforts that they might 
obtain it; but at last they came out from 
their seclusion and were an honor to their 
country. If we want to make men of learn- 
ing, we must lay the foundation in our youth 
by studying hard in school. The great man, 
Dr. Franklin, who though poor, became one 
of the greatest men in the world, did not 
obtain his knowledge in a minute, but by 
patient and hard study. It took him years, 
yes, many a year, of hard work, to obtain the 
knowledge which gave him so much power 
in the world. If we expect to get knowledge 
in any other way, we shall find ourselves en- 
tirely mistaken. He loved to study, and we 
must love to study. He was determined to 
make a man in the world, and we must be 
determined to excel in our studies, if we 
would have knowledge and power. You 
may say that he had natural powers of mind, 
but he may not have had more than we ; or 


if he had, they never would have given him 
knowledge if he had not improved every 
opportunity to study. 

Every person has talent — even the poor 
boy who drives the canal horses. But some 
persons exert themselves more than others, 
and extend their fame as scholars through 
the world. Washington put his knowledge 
into power by studying the art of war, and 
he made himself the greatest man in the 
world, and the ' father of his country.' 
Knowledge shows its power in every thing 
and everywhere. We must have knowledge 
to do any thing, and those who have the most 
knowledge can accomplish the most in the 
world. Our parents send us to school that 
we may get knowledge, and learn to be 
powerful and influential men and women. 
Let us remember at all times that ' Knowl- 
edge is power ; ' let us be punctual at our 
school, and study hard to obtain all the 
knowledge we possibly can, now while we 
are young. When we grow up we shall 
have something else to do and no time to 


A year afterwards, when engaged in pre- 
paring for another closing exercise, Mr. Mar- 
shall stated to the school, in reference to this 
occasion, that when he told the older boys to 
write original pieces, he did not include 
Scovell, on account of his youth and the short 
tr'ine he had been in school; but he after- 
wards came to him, requested the privilege 
of writing and selected his subject; and his 
was the best original declamation of them all. 

Scovell's manly and erect form, his intel- 
ligent countenance and his happy and affec- 
tionate expression, were subjects of remark 
by the spectators. He was happy in the 
consciousness of his own success in his stud- 
ies and in his declamation ; happy in conse- 
quence of the general prosperity and harmony 
of the school, happy in the prospect of vaca- 
tion visits and vacation pleasures, and happy 
in anticipations which were, alas, so soon to 
be cut off, and which were expressed, when, 
just after the exercises were closed, he step- 
ped up to his teacher, and enthusiastically 
exclaimed : "Mr. Marshall, I shall be one of 
your scholars next year." , 


In a confidential family letter to his grand- 
father McCollum, dated on the 17th of July 
following, Scovell's mother wrote as follows : 
" His teacher says he will make a splendid 
scholar, and a very fine speaker. He is very 
graceful in oratory. I can assure you his 
parents are gratified with his attainments. 
"Very many encomiums concerning Scovell's 
mental and personal endowments reach our 
ears. He attracts the attention of all. I 
write you as it is — not because a parent's 
heart is delighted with her child. We feel 
well compensated for all the money expend- 
ed for his education. Our earnest desire is 
that he may have health to obtain a finished 
one, and that our bright anticipations con- 
cerning him may be fully realized." 

Scovell's affection for his instructor was 
almost unbounded, and in his eyes, whatever 
Mr. Marshall did was right. He always 
defended him against even the insinuation 
of partiality, and when, for any cause, he 
was himself punished, by detention, although 
sometimes he thought it was undeserved, he 
never was known to censure or complain; 


but he would often excuse or explain, and 
say that we would not wonder that Mr. 
Marshall would make a mistake occasionally, 
if we could know how many things there 
were to perplex him in the school. 

This affection for Mr. Marshall was most 
touchingly exhibited a week after the close 
of the term. Mr. M. boarded in the family 
of Mr. T. B. Fitch, and Scovell spent Friday, 
June 29th, with Willie Fitch, at his house. 
He saw but little of his teacher, however, as 
he was engaged attending to out-door busi- 
ness. In the afternoon he spoke frequently 
of his desire to see him, and said he wished 
he would come before he went home to tea. 
He was asked to take tea with "Willie, but 
Baid he thought he must go home, as his 
mother would want to know where he was by 
that time. When he returned, his first words 
were, "Well, I've come back, but I must 
see Mr. Marshall." He sat on the front 
steps talking and waiting rather impatiently 
about two hours, until nearly eight o'clock, 
frequently asking how soon they thought Mr. 
M. would come. Mr. Marshall was to leave 


the city that night to spend a few days with 
friends, and Scovell, who was himself to 
leave on the next Tuesday, could hardly be 
reconciled not to see him again. He arose 
two or three times to go, but sat down again, 
saying, " I wonder if Mr. Marshall will not 
be here pretty soon ? " When he thought he 
could not wait any longer, he asked Willie 
to bid Mr. M. good-by for him, " and tell 
him," said he, " that I hope he will have a 
pleasant time ; I hope he will have as pleas- 
ant a time as I expect to have." After he 
had started, he turned round at the gate 
and said, " Do n't forget to bid Mr. Marshall 
good-by for me, " and then ran rapidly 
home. It was the last opportunity he had, 
in Syracuse, to express his love for his teach- 
er, and the two never met again on earth. 
The "good-by" he left for him was his last 
farewell, and their next friendly greeting 
will be in that heavenly land where there 
shall be no more parting, and where both 
shall be learners at the feet of Jesus. 


g*p*st fax fopr. 

Rev. H. C. Rigqs. — Interest in his Ministry. — The Letter 
of Mr. Riggs. — Irs Influence. — Recollections. — Visit 
in tub Family. — Conversations. — Writes his request 
to the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting on the Sab- 
bath. — Mother reproves Him. — Scovell reveals to 
her his Letter. — Influence. — Who can tell? 

11 "My voice in an angel choir I lift, 

And high are the notes we raise; 
I hold the sign of a priceless gift, 
And the Giver, who hath our praise. 

12 " 'The bright and the morning star' is he, 

Who bringeth eternal day; 
And, mother, he giveth himself to thee, 
To lighten thine earthly way. 

11* U25) 


In the summer and fall of 1857, Scovell 
spent a few weeks, as usual, in St. Catharines, 
and for the first time, listened to the preach- 
ing of Rev. Herman C. Riggs, the then 
youthful pastor of the "First Presbyterian 
Church" at that place. He immediately be- 
came very much interested in his preaching, 
and formed for him a personal attachment 
that grew and increased until the very 
moment of his death. After his return to 
his home, in all the letters that his mother 
wrote to St. Catharines, he desired to be re- 
membered to the "young preacher," and he 
often talked about the sermons and repeated 
the texts he had heard from his lips. Mr. 
Riggs being informed of the interest he had 
awakened in the mind of the child, addressed 
to him the following letter : 



"St. Catharines, Nov. 19th, 1857. 

My Dear Young Friend : Frequently, 
since yon left our town, have I been pleased 
to hear, through your grandmother, that you 
still remember your acquaintance with me. 
I might give you many reasons why I am 
pleased at such a remembrance. In the first 
place, I am very forid of little boys and girls, 
as probably you inferred, not only from my 
treatment of you, but also from the picture 
of a very nice little girl which I have in my 
possession. As a very natural consequence 
of this, I am pleased when little boj^s and 
girls whom I like are themselves fond of me; 
and from the fact that you remember me, I 
am led to believe that you are somewhat 
fond of me. Am I right in my belief, or am 
I not? 

But this is not all. I have still another 
reason for being pleased when told that you 
remember me. It is this : I conclude that if 
you remember me, you will also remember 
some things that you have heard me say. 
Indeed, your grandmother told me the other 
day that you could repeat several of the texts 


from which I preached when you were one 
of my listeners. I hope you will never 
forget them. Will you try to keep them in 
mind? and will you think about them every 
day, and try to remember what I said about 
them ? "Will you try too, to understand them 
for yourself — to find out what God means 
when he speaks such words to you and to 
me? "Will you take the BMe and find those 
texts, and read the chapters in which they 
occur, and try to treasure up God's words in 
your heart? If you. will do all this, shall I 
not have a good reason for being pleased? 

But, I will give you one other reason. If 
you remember me and what you have heard 
me say, then I am encouraged to hope that 
you will be a good boy and grow up to be a 
good man. When you heard me preach, I 
was speaking to you just as much as to any 
one else. When I said that all have sinned, 
I meant Scovell as well as his father or 
mother. And did I not speak the truth? 
Now, just think! Have you never done 
any thing that father and mother did not 
like? Have no evil thoughts or words been 


cherished in your heart or been uttered by 
your lips? Ah! yes. No little boy or girl 
now lives upon earth who does not daily 
commit sin. So you see I was speaking to 
you when I said all have sinned. And 
when I said that none could be saved except 
such as trusted in Christ to save them — ex- 
cept such as felt very sorry for their sins, 
and confessed them to Christ and asked him 
to forgive them*-except such as determine 
to do wicked things no more, and ask God to 
help them to do right — except such as love 
Jesus Christ and resolve to do just what he 
would have them do, and nothing else; — 
when I said all this, I meant that this is the 
only way in which Scovell can be saved — 
the only way in which ha can escape from 
hell and live in heaven. 

Now, my young friend, I wish you would 
think of these things. Will you? Jesus 
loves you, oh! how tenderly. Will you love 
Jesus? Will you go to him and tell him 
how sorry you are that you have ever done 
wrong, and that you will try to do so no 
more ? But I cannot write more now. If 


you will do all these things, then I shall be 
very much pleased that you remember me. 
Remember me to your father and mother. 
Good-by. Your friend, 

Herman C. Riggs." 

It would be impossible to describe the 
feelings or the excitement manifested by 
Scovell upon receipt of this letter, or the 
interest it awakened in his young heart. It 
was his letter; it had been written expressly 
to him i it was directed to him, and it was 
all his own. Every day he would open it 
and look at every page and try to read it. 
Every day he would bring it to his mother to 
be read to him several times, and at each 
separate reading he would apparently be- 
come more and more interested in it, and the 
truths and instruction it was designed to 
communicate would become more throughly 
impressed upon his mind. It was seed sown 
upon good soil, which was to spring up and 
bear fruit after many days. 

During the nearly three years of Scovell's 
subsequent life, he frequently met Mr. Riggs, 


and ever exhibited towards him the same ar- 
dent attachment which was manifested al- 
most at their first acquaintance. Their con- 
versations were often upon the subject of 
religion, and the lessons of the letter above 
given were earnestly enforced on the mind 
of the child. In reply to a request for a 
statement of his recollections of these con- 
versations, Mr. K. wrote as follows : 

" The general impressions which they left 
upon my mind are all that seem to obey my 
memory now, and I regret that I am unable 
to recall them with sufficient distinctness to 
warrant attempting to give such a detailed 
description as you desire. "With Scovell, as 
with all whom I address on the subject of 
religion, I avoided a formal and set approach. 
I rather sought to lead him to it in an un- 
studied, and as I believe, a less repulsive way. 
Other topics became the stepping stones to 
this, and willingly he accompanied me in 
our natural and easy ascent to the great 
subject. I never found him otherwise than 
happy, so far as I could judge, in turning his 


mind to religions themes, when thus intro- 
duced; and, as I have before stated, his 
theoretical knowledge of true religion was 
always a source of surprise and admiration 
to me. I scarcely ever left him without 
feeling that he was not far from the kingdom 
of God. Indeed, before his last sickxiess, I 
entertained at least the approach to a hope 
that he was already a Christian." 

During the winter and spring of 1859 and 
1860, Mr. Riggs spent a number of weeks in 
the family with Scovell, in Syracuse, and 
during all that time, the subject of practical 
religion was often the theme of general or 
more direct conversation between them. It 
was plainly evident that Sco veil's mind was 
more than usually impressed with the sub- 
ject and that his heart had begun to sympa- 
thize warmly with the clear mental con- 
victions which he had so long manifested. 
After one of these "delightful conversations," 
in March, in which the child had been urged 
to begin at once the life of the Christian, 
and, with more than usual earnestness, had 


expressed his desire to do so, Mr. Riggs 
informed Sco veil's father that he was greatly 
encouraged concerning him, and his hope 
was strengthened that God's Spirit was at 
work in the young heart, and that he would 
soon take a decided stand for Christ. 

On the subsequent Sabbath, his mother 
entered the room where Scovell had been for 
some time alone, and found him writing. 
She gently reproved him for thus spending 
the sacred hours of God's holy day, but he 
replied ; " It is nothing wrong, Mamma, and 
1 will show it to you when I get through." 
Soon after he called her and read to her the 
following : 

"March 18, 1860. 

To the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting. — I 
have heard that persons might ask for pray- 
ers. I thought you would be so kind as to 
pray for me, a little boy of ten years, that I 
may be converted. 

Scovell H. McCollum. 

Syracuse, N. Y. 
P. S. — Pray for me every day." 


He asked permission of his mother to copy 
the request, and to forward it by mail on the 
succeeding day, but earnestly besought her 
not to inform any other person, not even his 
father or Mr. Riggs, of what he had done. 
His only anxiety was that it be read in the 
Fulton Street Meeting, and that the prayers 
offered in accordance with it might result in 
his conversion. But his mother thought it 
important that the circumstance be known to 
those who were in daily intercourse with 
him, that they might more understandingly 
apply the truth to his mind in their subse- 
quent conversations ; and as soon as an op- 
portunity was afforded, she showed the re- 
quest to his father. Later in the day, Mr. 
Kiggs came in and said that he had just had 
another encouraging talk with Scovell, and 
found him even more serious and earnest 
and anxious than at their last interview. 
The "priceless piece of paper" was then 
shown to him, and a solemn and prayerful 
consultation was had over it, in reference to 
the spiritual interests of its child writer. 
In a letter recently written to Scovell's 


father, Mr. Riggs alludes to this event as 
follows : 

" Never can I forget the feelings which I 
had when I first read that beautiful request. 
It thrilled me as few things ever have. I 
could not look upon the dear boy after that 
without thinking of that prayer, and of the 
pleasures which its utterance sent swelling 
through heaven. I felt sure that it was hon- 
est, and would be answered. And has it not 

In another letter, he adds : 

" "Well do I remember the impressions 
which my mind received, when, while a visit- 
or at your house, and upon the day of its 
date, I was permitted to read his simple, 
earnest request to the l Fulton Street Prayer 
Meeting.' Strange, and at that time unac- 
countable feelings possessed me, as I looked 
upon that little paper. God has since taught 
me their significance. Though Scovell knew 
it not, we witnessed the dropping of that 
pebble into the great ocean of living influ- 
ences. Interesting and beautiful as was the 
act to us, did we, either of us, dream that it 


would awaken so many circles of power, 
whose sweet movings would be felt so far 
from their humble center? Truly, this is 
the Lord's work ! It is marvelous in our 
eyes ! May He perpetuate the influence of 
that prayer to the hearts of children yet 



Jttttt in t\t Pitting. 

Anxiety to Send it. — Was it Prayer ? — Postage Stamp. — 
In the Post Office. — Its Effect in the Meeting. — 
Earnest Prayer Offered. -^ Was it Answered? — 
Friends Continued to Pray for Him. — Often Re- 

membkred in the meeting. — confidence. — vacation. 

Visit to New York. — St. Catharines. 

13 "The race is short to a peaceful goal, 

And He is never afar, 
Who saith of the wise, untiring soul, 
'I will give him the morning star.' 

14 "Thy measure of care for me was filled, 

And pure to its crystal top ; 
For Faith, with a steady eye, distilled 
And numbered every drop. 


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The next morning Scovell was anxious to 
take his letter to the post office as early as 
possible, and requested his mother to ask his 
father for a postage stamp. He had none, 
but said he would bring one when he came 
home to dinner. The child was unwilling to 
wait till afternoon, and asked his mother for 
three cents, saving " I know where they sell 
stamps, and I can buy one and put it on my- 
self. " She had nothing less than a quarter 
of a dollar, and hesitated to let him have that 
for fear he would lose it, but he assured her 
that he would take good care of it and could 
get the right change. So she gave it to him, 
and he ran off with happy heart and buoy- 
ant step, and soon deposited the precious 
paper in the letter box, thinking that only 



his mother and his God knew its contents. 
Never will be forgotten the manifestations of 
joy with which he repeated to his only earth- 
ly confidant what he had done, and began to 
count the hours that would intervene before 
his request would be read in Fulton street. 
It has been well said that the request itself 
was a prayer. Was not every act attending 
its preparation and its deposit in the post 
office an expression of his earnest desire for 
a new heart ? 

" Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 
Uttered or unexpressed ; 
The motion of a hidden fire 
That trembles in the breast. 

Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 

The falling of a tear, 
The upward glancing of an eye, 

When none but God is near." 

The request came to the Consistory Eooms 
on the morning of the 20th of March. It 
was brought from the post office, together 
with a large number of other letters and re- 


quests addressed to the meeting, by a man 
who daily attends to that duty. All these 
are carried to the upper room, and are there 
examined and prepared to be presented to 
the meeting. Any one who feels an inter- 
est to do so, may see them before presen- 

This was by no means the first request 
presented to the meeting to pray for a child. 
Many such had been received since the meet- 
ing had been established, and many of them 
had awakened deep interest. The old and 
regular attendants will remember the request 
to pray for a little girl in Savannah, Georgia, 
and the deep sympathy which was exhibited 
in her behalf by the touching earnestness of 
the language employed. But, so far as is 
now known, this was the first request for 
prayer for a child, written by the child him- 
self. Four or five persons were in the room 
when • Scovell's letter was opened by the 
chairman of the committee, who attends to 
these requests from day to day. 

" A very touching appeal," said he, hand- 
ing it to a bystander. 


" This is very affecting," the reader said, 
scanning it closely. 

" This language is very peculiar and very 
earnest. How could this little boy's request 
be better expressed than it is ?" said another. 

" This is evidently in the little boy's own 
hand writing, and wricten without dictation. 
It is the boy, his hand and his language," 
said yet another, scrutinizing the paper 

At length, the leader of the meeting for 
the day came to look over the requests, just 
before the opening. He was a merchant in 
the city. He was much moved when he read 
Scovell's little letter. " This is very remark- 
able " said he, and his eyes filled with tears. 
He laid this request away by itself. 

It is usual in the Fulton Street Prayer 
Meeting, after singing, reading of the Scrip- 
ture and one prayer, to read all the requests 
for the day at the same time, and then call 
on some one to remember the several cases 
of supplication, in prayer, immediately fol- 
lowing. Scovell's request was not read with 
the others. Prayer and singing followed the 


usual reading in the usual order. When the 
hour was about half through, the leader 
arose, holding a single paper in his hand. 
" Here," said he with deep emotion, scarcely 
able to command his voice, "is a request of a 
remarkable character, which I have reserved 
until now. It is the request of a little boy ten 
years old for himself and is evidently in his 
own hand writing. The phraseology, too, 
bears internal evidence of being his own. It 
is evidently written by a child in earnest to 
become a Christian." 

As he read the little missive, tears rushed 
into many eyes, and many were noticed put- 
ting their handkerchiefs to their faces. In- 
stantly, after the reading, two or three were 
on their feet ready to engage in prayer. 
The first to lead was a clergyman, who 
had himself been hopefully converted when 
he was but eleven years of age. Then fol- 
lowed immediately another clergyman, who 
is distinguished for his deep sympathy for 
the young, especially those gathered in our 
great institutions of education and reform. 
Then a merchant prayed for this " Syracuse 


boy," anxious to become a Christian. In 
every prayer, to the close of the meeting, 
Scovell's case had special mention. The 
burden of petition was that this dear little 
boy might, that very day, while they were 
yet praying for him, be set at liberty from 
bondage to sin and death, and be introduced 
at once into the great family of the redeem- 
ed, and become a fellow citizen of the saints 
and of the household of faith — that he might 
pass from spiritual death to spiritual life by 
the renewing power of the Holy Spirit, and 
become a child of God. 

Probably no one case was ever presented 
to the meeting which excited more tender 
sympathy than that of Scovell. " The little 
Syracuse boy" was often afterwards men- 
tioned in prayer, and on several occasions, 
the remembrance of his petition was partic- 
ularly requested by those whose hearts had 
been touched by the first reading of his 
letter, and the evident earnestness of the 
words of his postscript : " Pray for me 
every day." ISTo more was heard from him, 
however, until after his death. The next 


knowledge the meeting had of him was, that 
he had joined, as we trust, "the general 
assembly and Church of the first born, 
whose names are written in heaven." 

But the attendants upon the Fulton street 
meeting were not left alone to pray for this 
dear boy. He was daily remembered at home, 
in the closet and at the family altar, and his 
case carried with earnest entreaty to the 
mercy seat. His mother neglected no op- 
portunity to converse and pray with him, and 
his Christian acquaintances seemed impressed 
with a renewed anxiety for his conversion. 
His parents now have no doubt that, if not 
before a Christian, he was truly converted 
at about this time, though they have no 
means of determining the exact day when 
the great change occurred. He had ever 
been thoughtful and attentive to the subject 
of religion, had ever yielded a ready mental 
assent when its importance was urged upon 
him, and always on such occasions expressed 
a desire to be a Christian. This made it 
more difficult to form a correct judgment 
in regard to the result of the special manifes- 


tations of interest which have been stated. 
And, besides, his wonderful buoyancy of 
temperament, his extravagant delight in play, 
and his excessive "love of fun" still remain- 
ed, and his parents were not wholly uninflu- 
enced by the common impression that these 
characteristics, even in a child, are inconsis- 
tent with the possession of true love to God 
and a " new heart." The world had become 
practically infidel in reference to the conver- 
sion of children, and although many marked 
modifications of his character were discover- 
ed, it was even difficult for his mother to rec- 
oncile Scovell's boyhood with true religion. 
For these reasons, he was not encouraged to 
believe that he was a Christian, and it is prob- 
able that, anticipating some great and almost 
miraculous developement, he never himself 
knew when his conversion took place, or had 
full assurance of his acceptance with God, 
until it was furnished by the Spirit on his 
sick bed, and grace was given him for the 
dying hour. 

During the months intervening between 
March and September, there were no marked 


developments of Christian experience; nor 
are any incidents remembered of a par- 
ticularly interesting character, indicating any 
change in his views or feelings in relation 
to the great question of the salvation of 
his soul. He continued to be the subject of 
earnest prayers by his more immediate Chris- 
tian friends, and to delight in his mother's 
faithful and untiring instruction. He exhib- 
ited a growing spirit of kindness and love, de- 
veloping an unselfish desire to please those 
with whom he was associated; an increasing 
amiability of disposition and control over his 
naturally quick temper, and an unabating 
attachment to the Sabbath school, the Sanc- 
tuary, the Bible and the prayer meeting. In 
all this, which was then attributed to the ma- 
turing influence of increasing years and in- 
telligence, may we not now, in the light 
which shines from his death bed, discover 
" the peaceable fruits of righteousness ? " 

Following the concluding school exercises 
referred to, was a long summer vacation, dur- 
ing which nearly all of Scovell's desires for 
youthful enjoyments, recreations and pleas- 



Tires were gratified. He was nearly a week at 
Skaneateles, rowing upon the beautiful lake, 
and swimming and fishing in its waters. He 
then went to New York city with his parents, 
and there visited the Great Eastern, the Cen- 
tral Park, Greenwood Cemetery, Barnum's 
Museum, and many other places of interest. 
He left the city with but one regret. The Ful- 
ton Street Prayer Meeting, to which he had 
sent his own request for prayers, and which 
he had learned to love as a sacred and blessed 
place, he had not attended. On the day his 
parents visited it, he could not go with them, 
because he had a previous engagement which 
his conscience and his sense of truth and right 
would not allow him to disregard. It was a 
conflict between duty and personal gratifica- 
tion, and the former prevailed. He hoped 
for another opportunity, but his stay was 
short, and it was not granted to him. Ee- 
turning to Syracuse, he remained but a few 
days before going to his grandfather Haynes' 
at St. Catharines, Canada West, for his an- 
nual visit. Here, with the exception of two 
or three days spent among friends at Lockport 


and Albion, he remained four weeks, in the 
enjoyment of unalloyed happiness, and realiz- 
ing all his anticipations. He was very fond 
of horses, and his desires for riding were 
gratified. On the last Monday that he ex- 
pected to spend in St. Catharines, he was out 
on horseback alone, and when considerable 
distance from home, the animal, from sud- 
den fright, became unmanageable, and ran 
with him through the principal streets. Sco- 
vell had lost the reins, but remembering the 
instructions of his grandmother, clung with 
both hands to the saddle, and retained his 
seat until the horse stopped at his grand- 
father's gate. This incident is selected from 
the many that might be related, because it 
was so touchingly referred to on his sick bed. 
Never was Scovell's health apparently 
better than through the whole of this vaca- 
tion. He had been a frail child from his 
birth, subject to sudden and painful attacks 
of disease, and his friends had scarcely dared 
entertain a hope of his growing up to man- 
hood. But, in the spring of 1860, he began 
to increase in strength as rapidly as he grew 


in stature. Disease seemed to have taken 
its departure, and his fond parents were en- 
couraged to lay out for him plans for that 
complete education which he so much de- 
sired, and for a long life of activity and use- 
fulness. In a letter to his grandfather Mc 
Collum, written on the 17th of July, his 
mother said: "I am glad to tell you that 
Scovell was never in better health than at 
present. He is getting stout in body, im- 
proving mentally, buoyant in spirits and 
fond of mischief." And again, in another 
letter written only five days before the com- 
mencement of ScovelPs last sickness, his 
mother wrote as follows : " Scovell is enjoy- 
ing himself exceedingly well, feasting on 
fruits of various kinds, and riding horseback 
every pleasant evening. He rides to the 
farm daily with his grandfather, and is hav- 
ing a good time generally. He is real stout 
and healthy. You would hardly know him 
if you saw him unexpectedly. Father says 
he never expected to see him so fleshy." 

It was almost " peach time" when ScovelPs 
vacation was drawing to a close, and one 


week more would give him a rich treat from 
the trees in his grandfather's garden. Know- 
ing his extravagant fondness for this fruit, 
and thinking it would be a great trial for 
him to leave just before it began to ripen, 
his mother volunteered her consent that he 
should remain. But she had misjudged his 
feelings, and found that his school had great- 
er attractions for him than the peach trees. 
He was unwilling to lose a single lesson, 
however great the inducements offered, in 
the way of pleasures and enjoyments, " You 
may stay if you want to, Mamma," he said, 
" but I must go to my school. You can go 
with me to the Suspension Bridge and put 
me in the care of the conductor, and telegraph 
father that I am coming. I can then go with- 
out you, and I will not leave my seat until 
the cars reach Syracuse. So you need not 
be afraid, Mamma." Besides his own desire 
to go, he said that to remain would be very 
unkind to Mr. Marshall, his much loved 
teacher, who was very anxious to have all 
his scholars present for classification at the 
opening of the term. To a friend who urged 


hiin to stay, he replied with much emphasis, 
" Do n't you know that I have got to get my 
education and must be about it ? " The re- 
joinder of his friend seems now almost pro- 
phetic — "I hope you will live to get it, 

His mother yielded to his wishes, and their 
trunks were being packed to start together 
for home on Friday, he having himself de- 
signated that day, in order, as he said, that 
" he might have Saturday to gather up his 
books and run around among his associates," 
so as to be ready for school on Monday 
morning. But it was not so to be. Human 
calculations were to be disappointed by the 
mysterious providences of God, and Friday 
found him upon a bed of sickness which 
proved to be for him a bed of death. His 
school days on earth were ended, and no more 
should his teacher and loved companions 
greet him in their pleasant room ; but his 
education will be completed in that school 
beyond the skies, where Christ is his teacher, 
and angels and sanctified spirits will be his 
school mates forever. 





Scovell Haynes McCollum, 






Synod's Rooms, 61 Franklin Street. 







R 1910 L 

Emtbbbd awarding to Act of Congress, In the year 1861, by 


On behalf of the Board of Publication of the Reformed Protestant Dutch Church In 

North America, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United 

States for the Southern District of New York. 



67 and 69 William St., N. Y. 



Attack. — Physician called. — Vert III. — Twenty-third 
Psalm. — No Fear. — "Willing that God shall do as he 
pleases. — Not Poor. — Telegraph for ms Father. — 
Care for his Mother. — Wishes her not to Cry. — 
Doctor says he cannot Live. — What does Doctor 
bay? — Going to Die. — Be an Angel. — Mr. Samson. — 
Prater. — Exhortations. — Shall visit his Mother, 
if God will. — Father arrives. — Lying at Jesus' Feet. 
—Glad he is Going. — "Rest for Me." — Wishes not 
to Stay. — Desertion. — Clinging to Jesus. — "Wonder- 
ful Deliverance. — Triumph. 

15 " "While thou wast teaching my lips to move, 

And my heart to rise in prayer, 

I learned the way to a world above : 

The home of thy child is there I 

16 "The secret prayers thou didst make for me, 

"Which only thy God hath known, 
Arose, like sweet incense, holy and free, 
And gathered around his throne. 

U* (161) 


"We come now to the closing period of 
Scovell's life. 

He was attacked on Thursday morning 
with severe pains in his stomach and bowels, 
and, though relieved temporarily by the ordi- 
nary remedies for such symptoms, hesitated, 
for the first time, to accompany his grand- 
father in his daily ride to his farm, about a 
mile distant. But anxious to gratify every 
wish of his friends, and as this would be his 
last opportunity, he invited one of his play 
mates to go with him, and took his accus- 
tomed place in the wagon. During his 
absence he was unusually quiet, and com- 
plained a little of returning pains. Reaching 
the house again, he felt somewhat better, 
and spent a little time in the yard with his 



companion. When his mother came down 
to dinner, she found him lying on the lounge, 
where he had been suffering severely, but 
without complaint and without calling for 
her, because he supposed she was asleep, and 
was anxious not to disturb her rest. Medi- 
cines were again administered, and he lay 
down upon his bed and soon fell into an ap- 
parently sweet and refreshing sleep, from 
which he did not awaken for some two or 
three hours. Soon after he was aroused, the 
attack was renewed with great severty, and 
Dr. L. Cross was sent for, and on his arrival, 
pronounced the child seriously ill, and com- 
menced active treatment, although the dis- 
ease had not fully developed its type and 
character. It proved to be inflammation of 
the bowels, which yielded somewhat to the 
remedies employed, until, about the tenth 
day, the physicians and friends thought they 
had cause to hope for his speedy recovery ; 
and his father left his bed side with confident 
expectation that, in the course of two or 
three weeks, at most, he could be safely re- 
moved to his home. On the second Wednes-. 


day night, however, hemorrhage of the 
bowels set in, and from that time he failed 
rapidly until the Sabbath, when death reliev- 
ed him of his bodily sufferings. 

From the time he was prostrated with dis- 
ease, but when his recovery was confidently 
anticipated, he talked freely in relation to his 
situation, and desired a Testament with large 
print laid upon a stand by his bed side, where 
he could reach it, and it was his constant 
companion. He read from it himself when 
not too weary, and desired it to be read in his 
hearing a large portion of the time. His 
mother, though having no serious fears in 
regard to the issue of the disease, and plan- 
ning with him his early removal to his home, 
did not neglect faithful admonition and in- 
struction in reference to death and eternity. 
On one occasion, after having, at his request, 
read to him the first and twenty-third Psalms, 
she repeated that beautiful verse — "Yea, 
though I walk through the valley of the sha- 
dow of death, I will fear no evil : for thou art 
with me ; thy rod and thy staff they comfort 
me" — and then asked him, " Scovell, do you 


think you could feel all of that if you were 
passing through the valley of the shadow 
of death?" He replied, quietly, but confi- 
dently, " I think I would, mamma." " Then, 
you think you would not be afraid to die ? " 
she repeated. " I think not, mamma." " You 
are willing, then, that the Lord should do as 
he pleases with you — let you live or take you 
to himself? " " I think I am." And equally 
confident and clear were all his expressions 
in reference to the future existence and his 
own relations to it. The twenty-third Psalm 
was frequently repeated to him every day, 
after this, while he lived, and he often recited 
it himself. It would quiet his mind and 
apparently soothe his pains, when all else 

On the second Wednesday afternoon of his 
sickness, Scovell ate a small piece of peach, 
which very soon caused renewed distress in 
his stomach and bowels. His mother, sit- 
ting by his bedside, and watching his suf- 
ferings, made use of the expression, "My 
poor dear boy." He immediately turned 
to her with a pleasant egression of coun- 


tenance, and replied: "I ain't poor, mamma; 
I have a good dear mamma and a dear papa, 
a dear grandma and grandpa, a dear uncle 
and aunt, a dear Mary, a dear teacher, and a 
thousand friends, I believe, if I could name 
them all, and Jesus, too. I do n't think I 
am very poor." 

The change in his disease which occurred 
that evening, was sudden and unexpected, 
and though it was at once known by the 
physicians that there was no longer room for 
hope in his case, the child and his mother 
were only informed that the symptoms were 
more unfavorable. In the morning, he was 
evidently worse, and probably realized more 
than he expressed of his danger. He desired 
his father to be telegraphed to, but in lan- 
guage that should not alarm him ; but when 
a reply was received, asking more definite 
information, and whether he should come, 
Scovell requested these words to be sent as 
an answer : " Scovell is very bad, come 
immediately," Every day before, when his 
father was not with him, he had dictated the 
language of mes3%es to be sent to him, and 


was always very careful not to create any 
unnecessary alarm. "When his mother would 
read to him a dispatch which she had pre- 
pared, after conversing with him, he would 
frequently request a change, saying : " I want 
to see my father very much, but you know, 
mamma, he has got to attend to his business, 
and we ought not to ask him to leave it un- 
less it was very necessary." Now, however, 
he was anxious to have his father by his bed 
side, and forgetting his considerations for his 
business, he dictated the expressive message 
just quoted. 

Sco veil's regard and anxiety for his moth- 
er's health and comfort was constantly ex- 
hibited through all of his last sickness. On 
the Thursday morning, after the message to 
his father had been sent, an aunt coming in 
to see him, he said to her: "I wish yon 
would stay, auntie, and try to cheer up and 
comfort my mamma. I do n't want her to 
cry, it makes me feel so badly ; it pains me 
more than all my sickness." Towards even- 
ing she called again and told him she would 
stay all night, so that hi# mother could go 


to bed and get some rest. He was very 
much pleased, and, soon after, when the 
doctor came in, he said to him : " My aunt 
Maria is going to stay with me to-night, and 
I am so glad, because she has been very 
sick herself, and can sympathize with me so 

It was at this visit that Dr. Cross first 
plainly informed Mrs. McCollum that there 
was no possible hope of her child's recovery, 
and expressed great fear that his father, who 
was expected at midnight, would not find 
him alive. Of course, there was no rest for 
the mother that night. She proceeded at 
once to impart the painful information to her 
dying boy. Anticipating her statement, he 
inquired, " Does the doctor say I must die?" 
"I am afraid he thinks so, my child," was the 
cautious reply. It was enough. Compre- 
hending the worst, he clasped his little hands 
and raised his eyes in prayer for a few mo- 
ments, and then, as calmly as he would make 
preparation for a short journey, he called for 
the doctor first, and then for Ins friends, and 
conversed with them freely and earnestly, 


but without emotion, so far as his own feel- 
ings and condition were concerned. He 
never, through his entire sickness, expressed 
a fear of death, and never, from the announce- 
ment that he must die, a desire to live. To 
his physician he said : " Doctor, you say I 
am going to die. I have prayed the Lord to 
take my spirit to heaven, and I shall go 
there." He requested Mr. Gilbert Samson, 
an elder in the church, to be sent for, and 
when he came, he said to him : " I am go- 
ing to die ; I am going to be a little angel in 
heaven." Mr. S. questioned him in relation 
to the foundation of his hope, and he replied 
in the simplicity of child-like faith : " Only 
God and Jesus can save me ; Jesus has saved 
me — he died for me, and I am going to see 
him. I want you to pray Jesus to take me 
to himself, and if it is the Lord's will, that I 
may see my dear father once more before I 
die." After Mr. S. had prayed with him and 
taken his leave, he inquired for each member 
of the household, and said to each individual, 
"I am going to die ; I am going to heaven ; 
I shall be a little angel there ; do n't weep 


for me, but meet me in heaven : kiss me." 
To one of his relatives he said, " I want you 
to be a Christian," and when he heard the 
reply, "I will try," he said, "Nothing is im- 
possible with God." To a colored family 
servant to whom he had long been much 
attached, he said, " Simon, are you ready to 
die now ? " Upon hearing the reply, " I am 
afraid not," " then," said the dying child, 
"you must give your heart to Jesus now. 
Now is the time ! Now is the time ! Simon, 
I want you to meet me in heaven ; will 
you promise ? " 

Then his continual prayer was to see his 
father once more. He talked freely of his 
teacher and friends, and school and play- 
mates, and wished them all to be told that 
he died a Christian, and that his desire was 
that they should meet him in heaven. — 
He spoke calmly in relation to the funeral 
arrangements and of the place of his burial, 
desiring particularly that his body should be 
laid where those of his parents would by and 
by rest beside him. 

In a conversation with his mother, desir- 


ing to comfort her in reference to her antici- 
pated bereavement, he said to her : " When I 
get to be a little angel, mamma, I will ask 
God to let me come to you, and if he will, 
I will often visit you in your dreams." He 
told her he was willing to live, if God should 
60 direct, for the sake of his parents and 
friends, and to do good ; but for himself, his 
only desire was to depart and be with Jesus. 
Now he knew he would be safe, but if he 
should recover, he did not know what temp- 
tations he might fall into, and perhaps he 
would be overcome by them. 

During the night his anxiety for his moth- 
er found frequent expression, and toward 
morning he urged his aunt to come and sit 
by his bedside during the day, if he should 
be alive, in order to relieve her, and give her 
an opportunity to obtain sleep and rest, of 
which she had been so long deprived. Once, 
when she had been persuaded to lie down 
for a few moments, he missed her from the 
room and inquired for her. Upon being 
told where she was, he said, " I am glad ; 
do n't call her." He often expressed great 


fear that her fatigues and anxieties in con- 
sequence of his sickness would result in her 
own serious illness, and it was his constant 
study to relieve her cares and lighten her 

At half-past twelve at night his father ar- 
rived, and it seemed' that the child's last 
earthly wish had been gratified. When he 
entered the room, as though impressed with 
the fear that even a moment's delay might 
deprive him of the privilege for which he 
had so earnestly prayed, Scovell did not wait 
for the usual affectionate greeting, but from 
the fullness of his soul exclaimed, " Papa, I 
am going to die, but I shall die a Christian. 
I think I am a Christian. I lay myself at 
Jesus' feet and ask him to do as he has a mind 
to with me." Then he found time for the ex- 
pression of natural affections, and raising and 
extending his emaciated arm, he took his 
father's hand and imprinted upon his lips the 
kiss of love. For about a half hour, they held 
sweet converse together, as the little sufferer's 
strength would permit, and then he appeared 
to regard his mission in this world as ended, 


and to desire only to depart and rest with his 
Saviour. During that blessed interview, 
many were the expressions of hope and faith 
which fell from the lips of that dying child. 
"Only God and Jesus," said he, "can save me. 
I love them, and they love me." A little after 
he said, " I am glad I am going to die a hap- 
py death ; ain't you, papa ? " And when his 
father had just given him a drink of water, 
to allay for a moment the raging fever, he 
said, " I am glad I am going where I can 
drink a good long draught of the waters of 
life, of which, if we drink, we shall never be 
thirsty." "I would like to go to heaven 
now," said he, "but you and mother want me 
to stay as long as I can, and I want to for 
your sakes." He had no expectations of 
living till morning, and his anxiety for the 
salvation of his companions found frequent 
expression in view of his supposed near ap- 
proach to death. As his mind was called to 
Rev. Mr. Riggs, he said, " Tell him I have 
been very sick, and I love God. Tell him to 
6ay that I want all my mates to love the 
Lord, and lay themselves at Jesus' feet." — 


His mother stood by during this interview, 
and as the tears flowed from his parents' eves, 
he said, " Do n't cry, papa; don't cry mamma. 
I don't cry ; I love Jesus and he loves me." 
He then repeated, with his mother, the beau- 
tiful Sabbath school hymn : 

1 "In the Christian's home in glory, 

There remains a land of rest ; 
There my Saviour 's gone before me, 
To fulfill my soul's request ; 

There is rest for the weary, 
There is rest for the weary, 
There is rest for the weary, 

There is rest for you — 
On the other side of Jordan, 
In the sweet fields of Eden, 
Where the tree of life is blooming, 

There is rest for you. 

2 He is fitting up my mansion, 

Which eternally shall stand, 
For my stay shall not be transient, 
In that holy, happy land, 

There is rest for the weary, 

There is rest for the weary, 

There is rest for the weary, 

There is rest for you — 


On the other side of Jordan, 
In the sweet fields of Eden, 
Where the tree of life is blooming, 
There is rest for you. 

3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter, 

Grief nor woe my lot shall share, 
But in that celestial center, 
I a crown of life shall wear ; 

There is rest for the weary, 
There is rest for the weary, 
There is rest for the weary, 

There is rest for you — 
On the other side of Jordan, 
In the sweet fields of Eden, 
"Where the tree of life is blooming, 

There is rest for you. 

4 Sing, sing, ye heirs of glory ; 

Shout your triumphs as you go ; 
Zion's gates will open for you, 
You shall find an entrance thro.' 

There is rest for the weary, 
There is rest for the weary, 
There is rest for the weary, 

There is rest for you — 
On the other side of Jordan, 
In the sweet fields of Eden, 
Where the tree of life is blooming, 

There is rest for you. 


After finishing, he folded his little hands 
over his bosom and exclaimed, "Yes> rest 
for me." 

During the remainder of the night he slept 
much of the time, occasionally rousing up 
and asking a question, or giving brief ex- 
pressions to his feelings. At a quarter past 
two he inquired the time, and asked, a How 
long before I will go home to Jesus ? " At 
2 : 55, he again asked the time. At 3:15, 
he again repeated, "Rest for the weary," 
and then asked, u How long before Jesus 
will come after me ? " At 3 : 30, after taking 
a drink, he said, " I will be glad when I can 
drink of the fountain of water which never 
stops — when I can be drinking all the time." 
At 3 : 40, he again asked, " How long before 
Jesus will come after me ? " At 4 o'clock he 
6aid he wanted to die. His mother asked 
him if it was not a hard thing to die. He 
replied, " No," and then added, " I love you, 
mamma, dearly, but I love Jesus more ; and 
you want me to, do n't you ? " At 4 : 10, he 
said, " I want to go to heaven now. I don't 
want to stay here any longer." A moment 


after, lie added, " How long before I can go 
to Jesus ? I hope the Lord will let me go to 
Jesus pretty soon." At 4: 15, as he partially 
aroused, his mother said, " There is rest for 
the weary," and he replied, " In heaven." At 
5 : 20, he roused up and asked that he might 
have " every thing clean " about him. After 
his nurse had made such changes as she 
could, he said, " Heaven now ! I want to go 
to heaven now." At 5 : 30, he called for his 
father, and wanted to kiss him. He said, 
" Do n't cry, papa, for when I die, I am going 
to heaven, which is a great deal better place 
than this is." He then called for all the 
family friends who were in the house, and 
kissed each one. After kissing his mother, 
he said to her, " Do n't cry, mamma ; I feel 
good, and you would feel good if you would 
not cry, and felt that you were going home 
to heaven." A little after, he called again 
for his grandfather and uncle, and said to 
them, " I am happy ; I am going to heaven." 
He called his grandmother from the hall, and 
wanted the whole family to remain in the 
room. He inquired for Dr. Cross, and said, 


" How good lie has been to me ! " He want- 
ed the doctor sent for, but when told that he 
had been up all night with the sick, and they 
did not like to disturb him, he said, " Tell 
him I have gone to heaven." At 5 : 40 he 
said, " I wish Christ would come and take 
me ; I want to go to heaven ; I do n't want to 
stay here any longer." 

At 6 : 45, after a continuous sleep of about 
one hour, he roused up and appeared deject- 
ed in spirit. He said Christ had left him. — 
" He was near me last night, and we had 
such a sweet time together He went almost 
up to heaven with me, and then some one 
came and took him away from me. Why 
did not Jesus take me to heaven with him 
yesterday when he was so good to me? Why 
did that one come and take Christ away from 
me ? Why did Jesus desert me ? Why has 
he forsaken me ? I have lost my opportuni- 
ty ; I have lost my opportunity. I do love 
Jesus, and do want to go to heaven with him, 
but why did he not take me yesterday, when 
he was so good to me ? " His grandmother, 
who was standing by, told him to cling to 


Jesus, and he replied, " Yes, grandma, I will 
cling to Jesus ; I will cling to him as I clung 
to the saddle." He prayed earnestly and 
constantly for a few moments, continually 
repeating the petition, " Oh God, save me 
for Christ's sake." His father and mother 
prayed with him, and his mother read to 
him the twenty-third Psalm two or three 
times, after which he appeared much more 
happy. But the cloud had not yet fully 
passed from the mind, and a little after, when 
his mother asked him, " Is Christ with you 
now, Scovell ?" he replied, " I am afraid not." 
During the brief period of deepest darkness, 
Scovell's countenance was contorted with 
anguish, and presented such a picture of 
despair as no artist could paint upon canvas, 
and no mortal mind can imagine. 

The facts are mentioned here to illustrate 
the wonderful grace which followed, giving 
such striking proofs that Scovell was indeed 
a child of God. 

At 7 : 05, the doctor came in and said that 
Scovell would probably live twelve and per- 
haps twenty-four hours. At 7 : 10, Mr. Sam- 


eon called, and talked and prayed with and 
for him. During the few moments they 
were together, Scovell's faith entirely re- 
vived, and when asked if he was not afraid 
to die, he replied triumphantly, " Oh death, 
where is thy sting! Oh grave, where is thy 
victory ? " He had overcome the adversary, 
and his countenance again beamed with the 
heavenly joy of a ransomed soul, freed from 
every doubt, and trusting with child-like faith 
in the great Father above. As 6oon as Mr. 
S. had gone, Scovell called his mother and 
said to her, " Mr. Samson did comfort me so 
much, mamma." 



§pg Jwrs—Jwrs at SrimnjJ. 

Telegraph to Friends. — Scovell Dying. — Bidding Fare- 
wells. — Happy. — Going to drink of the River of Life. 
— Patient. — Notes from Note Book. — Mr. Samson. — 
Prayers. — Gives all up to Jesus. — "Wants to Die. — 
Assurance of Heaven. — Confesses his Hopes.— Wants 
his Parents near. — Dying Message to Sunday School 
Mates. — Interview with Rev. Mr. Riggs. — Feet in 
the River. — "Kiss Me." — Jesus all I have now. — All 
i love. — Water. — Clear Water. — Did he get Glimp- 
ses of the River? — 11 : 20 a. m., Soared away. 

17. " My robe was filled with the perfume sweet, 

To shed upon this world's air, 
As I joyful knelt, at my Saviour's feet, 
For the glorious crown I wear. 

18. " In that bright, blissful world of ours, 

The waters of life I drink : 
Behold my feet, as they 've pressed the flowers 
That grow by the fountain's brink ! " 



On Friday morning, telegraphs were sent 
to friends in various directions, announcing 
the unfavorable change in the disease, and 
the certainty of speedy death. Among the 
others, his grandfather, Joel McCollum, of 
Hillsdale, Michigan, and Kev. Mr. Kiggs, 
were notified. He had but little hope and 
no expectation of seeing either of them, 
though in due time, answer was received 
from Mr. R. that he would come as soon as 
possible. He left messages of love for both, 
and the assurance of his confidence that he 
should soon be in heaven. 

At a little after eight o'clock, Dr. George 
P. Eddy, of Lewiston, K Y., called as a 
family friend, to see Scovell As he ap- 
proached the bedside, the child said to him, 
16* (i«) 


" I am going home to heaven, doctor ; I am 
going to see my Saviour." During the fore- 
noon he was very quiet most of the time, 
sleeping considerably. Always, when awake, 
he spoke freely and almost constantly of 
heaven, and God, and of Jesus his Saviour. 
He told every person who came to see him 
that he was going to die and then live with 
Jesus in heaven. Miss Linsley, his teacher 
of drawing, called, bid him good-by and 
kissed him. He told her he was going to 
heaven — that he loved Jesus, and should see 
him before to-morrow. He told his mother 
he was glad he was going first, as it would 
be much harder to have her go and leave 
him. "When she was weeping, he said to 
her, "Don't cry, mamma, I'm going to 
heaven, and it will be only two or three 
years before you will come too." A letter 
was received from Eev. Mr. Riggs, written 
before he heard of the very dangerous charac- 
ter of the disease, covering a message to 
Scovell: When it was read to him, he said, 
" Tell Mr. Riggs for me, that I am going to 
see Jesus — that I have given my heart to 


him." About half-past one, p. m., Mr. Sam- 
son again called and had a very brief but 
delighful interview with the suffering but 
happy child. Just as he left, Kev. G. M. 
W. Carey, pastor of the Baptist Church, 
also called, (as he had before done during 
the sickness,) and talked and prayed with 
Scovell, receiving the same blessed assurances 
of his faith in Christ and hope of heaven. — 
" Scovell, are you happy ? " asked Mr. C. — 
"Happy!" replied the child," with an expres- 
sion of triumphant joy: "I am going to 
drink of the Kiver of Life, and I shall never 
thirst again." After a short pause he added, 
" Pray for me, that Jesus may be with me 
till I die ; and when I die, I may go to be 
with Jesus." He was now apparently fail- 
ing rapidly, and was able to converse but 
very little. At 3 : 10, he inquired the time. 
Afterwards, he lay quiet most of the after- 
noon. When awake and aroused, his mind 
was clear, but he seldom spoke except to 
give a brief answer to a question. He occa- 
sionally said, " Oh dear," when the wet 
cloths, which were necessarily kept about 


him, made him feel uncomfortable, but he 
never uttered a word of murmuring or com- 

From the note book in which the hand of 
a sorrowing father penciled the incidents and 
expressions of the last hour of Sco veil's life, 
the following language, written during the 
evening which all then supposed would be 
his last, is quoted : ^ 

" If his parents know what Christian re- 
signation is, they believe Scovell exhibited 
it perfectly to-day, as he has done all through 
his sickness. As the sun was going down 
upon his last day on earth, his father sug- 
gested that a desire he expressed a day or 
two before be now gratified — that his bed be 
turned round so that he could look out the 
window and see the green foliage once more 
before he died. He expressed a wish to have 
the sight, but thought it would be too much 
to move him, and his judgment told him to 
submit to the deprivation. So he will never 
see the green leaves and the beautiful sky 
again, but to-morrow his spirit eye will gaze 
with rapture upon brighter skies and more 


beautiful foliage in the heavenly world which 
he will soon enter. He will be at home with 
Jesus whom he has loved, and who died for 
his redemption. Just after half-past seven, 
Mr. Samson again called. Scovell said to 
him, " I am going to heaven ; I want to go 
soon and be with Jesus. I give up all to 
him, and let him do as he likes with me." — 
He asked Mr. S. to pray for and with him, 
and to tell Jesus that he wanted to go to 
him. Mr. S. talked and prayed with him 
probably for the last time, as we have no 
expectation of his living till morning." 

After Scovell had partaken, this afternoon, 
of some ice cream, which his father procured 
for him, and which was very grateful to his 
taste, he said to his mother, " God has ans- 
wered every prayer I have prayed since I 
became sick. I prayed him not to let me 
suffer a great deal and to help me to bear it 
patiently, and now, when I wanted some ice 
cream, I prayed for it, and God let me have 
it." Soon after, when he was vomiting al- 
most constantly, he said, " Mamma, you said 
it would hurt me to vomit, but it does n't. I 
prayed God not to let it." 


At 8 : 45 p. m., the doctor came and ex- 
pressed the opinion that Scovell might pos- 
sibly live two days yet. His apparent 
chances for twenty-four hours' life were bet- 
ter to-night than they were last night, but 
he spoke only from symptoms that might 
change at any moment, and he could give 
no encouragement for more than a few hours' 
continuance. Conversation during the night 
was avoided, that the child's strength might 
not be unnecessarily wasted. 

Saturday morning found him still living, 
and very clear in mind, but much reduced, 
and for the first time he complained of a dif- 
ficulty to speak. At eight o'clock, seeing 
his mother near him, he said, " I want to go 
to heaven ; I don't want to stay here any 
longer." At 8 : 45, he roused up, and 
noticing a lady present who had called to 
sit awhile by his bedside, he said, " I thank 
you for coming to help my mamma." Soon 
after, he said, " I want to die ;" and then, 
noticing that the expression drew tears from 
the eyes of his mother, he added, addressing 
her, " I do n't want you or father to cry." — 


At about 9 : 15, Dr. Cross called and discov- 
ered a slight reaction, causing warm hands, 
but the pulse was more uneven. He thought 
be might live twenty-four hours longer, but 
said he was liable to sink away at any 
time. At 9 : 40 his grandfather came in to 
see him. He aroused and said, " I want to 
be quiet grandpa ; I will give you a kiss if 
you want it." At ten o'clock, Mr. Samson 
again called and had a brief interview with 
him. He said, u Mr. Samson, I am going to 
heaven, and I want Jesus to hurry and take 
me." Mr. S. asked him if he was not wil- 
ling to wait God's time ; to which he replied, 
" Yes, but I would rather Jesus would hur- 
ry." He expressed great anxiety that his 
dear mother should have strength given her 
to bear the affliction that was about to come 
upon her. He said, " I pray the Lord con- 
tinually to make my mother willing to let 
me go, and I want you to pray for her too/' 
Soon after, as his father sat by his bedside 
weeping, he said, "Don't cry, father!" — 
Upon receiving the reply that his father 
could not always control his feelings, and 


that it was hard to part with his dear boy, 
he said, " But I am going to heaven ! " evi- 
dently feeling that that fact should dry up 
all tears. In reply to his father's questioning, 
he said, " I have thought sometimes that you 
spoke too harshly to me, or punished or 
scolded me too hastily and when 1 did not 
really deserve it, but I knew your mind was 
perplexed with your business, and I prayed 
God that you might quickly get over your 
feelings, and that he would not let me get 
angry." And then he added, " Father ', 1 
have thought at times that I was a Christian 
for a long while." He seemed to have been 
in doubt only because he did not know just 
what emotions to expect with a change of 
heart. It was evident that his hope was not 
first obtained on his death-bed, but that 
strength and a clear faith, and dying grace 
were given him of the Spirit to meet the 
last change. 

At 11 : 45 some friends from Suspension 
Bridge called. He saw them for a moment 
and bid them good-by. Then a clerk in his 
uncle's store, to whom he was much attach- 



ed, came in. Scovell bade him good-by and 
said, " I am going to die, Leonard ; and I am 
going to heaven ; kiss me." At one o'clock, 
his grandfather being in, for the first time it 
was noticed that conversation in the room 
disturbed him. From the note book before 
referred to, the following extract is taken : 

" He talks only when spoken to, or when 
he wants something, and then with as few 
words as possible. This is a great change 
since yesterday at this hour. Oh, with what 
agony of heart we watch every new indica- 
tion of waning vitality ! Lord help us, his 
parents, to give him up, even as he has given 
himself up to Jesus. Give us strength and 
faith to surrender back this precious gift to 
the all- wise Giver, and to say from the heart, 
* Not as I will, but as thou wilt'— 4 Thy will 
be done!'" 

At 3 : 20, Scovell called his father and 
mother. He wanted to see them together 
again. He said he was happy, but he did 
not want to converse with them. At about 
four o'clock, information was received by 
telegraph that Scovell's grandfather McCol- 


lum wouid arrive by the next train. An 
hour after, he came, and the nnexpected 
meeting was one of touching interest. The 
grey hairs of the patriarch of nearly three 
score years and ten fell over the face of the 
dying child, as he stooped to take the last 
kiss of affection from his only grandson ; and 
deep was his emotion as he received the same 
clear evidence that had been given to others, 
that the bed of the sufferer was soon to be 
exchanged for a seat among the angels at the 
right hand of the blessed Saviour, in that 
holy city, where "there shall be no more 
death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither 
shall there be any more pain ; n and where 
" the inhabitants shall not say I am sick." — 
The interview was necessarily short, and at 
its conclusion, Scovell inquired how long be- 
fore Mr. Riggs would come. Upon being 
told, he expressed a strong anxiety to live to 
see him, and occasionally he repeated the 
inquiry as to when he would arrive. At 
seven Mr. Samson called, but Scovell was 
too weak for conversation. He exhibited his 
usual gratitude for his kindness, and listened 


with attention to the prayer that was offer- 
ed — the last he ever heard from the lips of 
this most faithful friend. 

In the evening, in accordance with Sco- 
vell's desire, his father telegraphed to Mr. 
Marshall, at Syracuse, these solemn words : 
" Give ScovelPs dying message to Sabbath 
school, * Be Christians ; meet me in heaven.' " 
He added, in speaking to his parents and 
friends, the injunction : " Tell all my mates 
to love the Lord, and lay themselves at 
Jesus' feet." He had no anxiety for himself, 
for he felt that his feet were planted upon 
the " Rock of Ages ; " but, as his moments 
became fewer and his breath shorter ; as his 
eyes were about closing to the sights of earth 
to open upon the splendors which surround 
the throne of God, his desire increased that 
they who had been his companions in school 
and play might hereafter be permitted to 
walk with him the golden streets of the New 

At 11 : 30 at night, Mr. Riggs arrived, and 
upon being informed of the fact, the child 
expressed great desire to see him without 


delay. "Have him come up immediately, 
have him come up immediately," he exclaim- 
ed, and when his father asked if he should 
not wait a few moments, until his attendant 
could make some changes about his bed, he 
replied, " No ! I want to see him immediate- 
ly." The meeting of the devoted minister 
and the dying boy was deeply solemn and 
affecting. Rallying all his energies, Scovell 
drew his arm from the bed, placed his hand 
in that of his friend, and said, " So you have 
come, have you % " And then, after a mo- 
ment's pause for strength, he proceeded to 
exhibit the fruits of his former instruction, 
and to give his dying testimony of his faith 
in God through Jesus Christ. The effort 
soon exhausted him, and he quickly fell 
asleep. After this, he conversed but little 
with any one. His strength was rapidly 
wasting, and the difficulty of speech increas- 
ed. His sleep was more disturbed, and he 
was more restless, whether awake or asleep. 
At six o'clock on Sunday morning, Mr. Riggs 
again came in the room, and at Scovell's re- 
quest sat by the bedside in such a position 


that the dying boy could look at his parents 
and his dear friend together, and commune 
with them by sight when failing strength 
would not permit him to take part in con- 
versation. He had often desired his parents 
to take that position, so that he could give 
expression with his eyes to that glowing love 
which seemed to grow brighter and increase 
as he approached the river of death, and 
caught glimpses, with his mortal vision, of 
the " shining shore " beyond. Sometimes he 
would take hold of a hand of each of his 
parents, and tenderly say to them, " "When 
I am gone, you will love each other always 
for my sake, wo n't you ? " 

At nine o'clock, it was evident that Scovell 
was very near his end, that the ardent desire 
of his heart that Jesus would hurry and take 
him to himself was soon to be gratified. Friends 
gathered around his bed to witness his de- 
parture. His mind remained clear and his 
faith bright, and with occasional ejaculatory 
expressions, he continued to give evidence of 
his firm trust in God. He called for Mr. 
Samson and Mr. Riggs, and they were sent 


for. When they came together into the 
room, instead of the usual salutation with 
which he was accustomed to greet his friends, 
he simply said " Good-by Mr. Samson ; good- 
by Mr. Eiggs." He was fully conscious that 
he was dying, and wanted his friends around 
him that they might witness his departure. 
About three quarters of an hour before he 
ceased to breath, he called all those in the 
room by name, and bade each of them good- 
by. He asked his father to kiss him, and 
after he had done it, he said, " Kiss me again, 
papa." "When his little feet were treading 
the very verge of Jordan, and prayer was 
being offered by Mr. Eiggs, at the mention 
of " Our Saviour," he exclaimed, " Yes ! 
Yes ! He is all I have now ; he is all I love." 
His Sabbath and day schools, and his super- 
intendent and teacher, whom he had loved so 
much, were in his mind to the very last, and 
Mr. Marshall's name' was twice uttered dur- 
ing the last ten minutes of his life. He was 
much distressed by thirst during the la3t three 
days of his sickness, and called almost con- 
tinually for water. When very near his end, 


his eyes earnestly gazing toward heaven, he 
constantly exclaimed, " Water, water, clear 
water ; water, clear water." And when he 
wanted to drink he would drop his eyes and 
add, " Water, please." Then again he would 
turn them heavenward and continue to ex- 
claim, "Water, water; clear water," etc. 
Was he permitted to catch glimpses by faith 
of that fountain of living waters of which he 
so earnestly longed to drink ? The last words 
he uttered were, " I shall soon drink clear 
water in heaven." A few minutes after, at 
twenty minutes past eleven o'clock, a. m., 
his spirit passed peacefully away to God who 
gave it. 

Scovell's attending physician, Dr. Cross, 
in a letter written some time after the death, 
said he could remember "but little of the 
treatment that was peculiar in the case, but 
of moral and religious impressions I do rec- 
ollect much. His patience under the most 
acute sufferings; his strong, natural and 
active mind ; his deep knowledge of religious 
truths ; his faith in the justice of God and 
trust in the merits of a merciful Redeemer, 


were all too remarkable not to leave their 
impression on every one who witnessed them 
as I did." 

The consulting physician, Dr. Augustus 
Jukes, was the last to give up the hope of 
saving the life of the dear boy, and through 
all his attendance upon him, evinced an un- 
common sympathy with anxious and sorrow- 
ing parents and friends. In subsequent con- 
versations, he has said that he never felt such 
emotions in his heart as when he first saw 
Scovell, suffering, but patient, happy and 
resigned, upon his death bed. Such perfect 
development, mental and physical, he had 
scarce ever seen, and he felt that if there was 
any thing in the power of man that could 
save his life, it must be done. To him it had 
been a great mystery, that a being made with 
such faculties for usefulness in this world as it 
was evident that Scovell possessed, should 
have been removed so early from it. " But," 
said he, " now we see through a glass darkly, 
but it will all be made plain to us." In a letter 
subsequently written to Scovell's parents, he 
adds, " I am sure that time and reflection 


will convince yon that He that ruleth all 
things well has done this also in love." 

During his last sickness, Scovell exhibited 
the most remarkable patience and resigna- 
tion, constantly studying to relieve his friends 
from trouble and care. He would often say 
to his mother, " Ain't I good, mamma ? 
Ain't I patient? I pray God to make me 
good and patient." His gratitude for atten- 
tion to his wants and efforts to relieve his suf- 
ferings, continued till almost his last breath. 
Mr. Samson remarked that he never talked 
and prayed with him, but that as he bade 
him good-by, the little sufferer thanked him 
for calling, for his words of comfort, and for 
his sympathy. Seldom, through his whole 
sickness, was any thing done for him without 
his giving verbal evidence of his appreciation 
of the kindness ; and for the last drink of 
water he took from the hand of his nurse — 
one who had been in the family from his 
early infancy, and to whom he was tenderly 
attached — he looked up in her face affec- 
tionately and uttered a simple, heart-felt 
" thank you." They were the last words he 


addressed to her. His wants in this world 
were ended, and he was about going to drink 
from the fountain of living waters which 
flow out from the throne of God. 


St. CrifyrcRUJ after §tnt\. 

Testimonies. — Rev. Mr. Riggs. — Mr. Samson. — Funeral.— • 
Repose of Death. — Addresses at the Grave. — Victory. 
— Rev. Mr. Caret. — Last time. — Last words to him.— 
Rev. Dr. Wisner. — Dare not write all he Believes.— 
Long Acquaintance. — Miss Linslet. — Higher School. 
— Mr. Marshall. — Message of Scovell. — Sabbath 
Funeral Sermon. — Sabbath School. — Meet me in Hea- 
ven. — At Jesus' Feet. — Now is the Time. — Soul full 
of Singing. — Sorrowing. — Yet Rejoicing. 

19 "No thorn is hidden to wound me there; 

There 's nothing of chill or blight, 
Or sighing to blend with the balmy air, — 
No sorrow, — no pain, — no night ! " 

20 "No parting?" I asked, in a burst of joy: 

And the lovely illusion broke ; 
My rapture had banished my beautiful boy, 
To a shadowy void I spoke ! 



Kev. Mr. Kiggs, in writing subsequently 
of these solemn death-bed scenes, said : 

"I have stood by many death beds. I 
have watched the departure from earth of 
many who are now, no doubt, in the heaven- 
ly city. But never have I stood where 
heaven seemed to come nearer to earth than 
at the death bed of this loved boy. His life 
had prepared me to hope great things for 
him, but even my intimate knowledge of 
that life did not secure me against surprise 
at the strength of his faith and the triumph 
of his confidence. His hope in Christ was 
scarcely shaken by one wave of fear. His 
was the trust of the child in an almighty 
Father. He was beyond the necessity of 
instruction in the essential points of Christian 
18 ( 205 ) 


faith. His simple, yet comprehensive state- 
ments of the plan of salvation, not only 
evinced his extraordinary knowledge of the 
Gospel, but put to the blush many of the 
studied abstractions of the schools. Christ 
and his salvation were living realities to 
him. Conscious of his need, he bound them 
to his heart with all the earnestness of child- 
like belief. God had spoken ; he believed ! 
Oh ! the beautiful simplicity of the Gospel of 
Christ ! Never shall I forget the preaching 
of this dear boy to my own soul on this 
theme as I stood beside his bed of triumph ! 
In recalling the scenes of those last hours, 
I have been greatly impressed with the fact 
that Scovell's spiritual experience was not, 
as is frequently the case, a spasmodic thing. 
He never needed to be recalled to it from 
other thoughts. Its deep undercurrent flow- 
ed constantly on. Every topic was brought 
into its sweep. The bright light of the sun, 
the kindness of friends, the love of parents, 
even his clothing and his medicines, all 
seemed to be spiritualized by him. The cool 
water which refreshed his fevered frame 


suggested to his mind the crystal fountains 
which gush forth from the throne of God, 
and of whose waters the redeemed ones 
drink. ' I shall soon drink clear water in 
heavenj were the last words which he utter- 
ed to his earthly friends. His whole being 
was set towards God and heaven, and nothing 
could recall his spirit from its chosen direc- 
tion. Would that we all, in life as well as 
in death, were the followers of this honored 

From a letter recently received by Scovell's 
parents, from Mr. Samson, the following ex- 
tracts are taken : 

u When we heard of Scovell's sickness, it 
brought sorrow to our hearts. Nothing but 
consulting his good with reference to his 
illness could have kept Mrs. S. and myself 
from his bedside. And when once, as you 
doubtless recollect, I did, for a moment, meet 
him there, I felt that I could not leave him 
until I knew his heart. He was lying with 
his face to the wall, but turned partly over 
to speak to me. He was in great suffering, 
and immediately resumed the position in 


which I found him. I at once opened to him 
the subject of religion, and the instant he 
heard the name of Christ he seemed to forget 
his pains and turned again toward me, that 
he might the more easily listen to what I was 
saying. Just then the physician entered, 
and I retired without receiving any verbal 
expression of your child's feelings. But, if 
I had never seen him again, with the recol- 
lection of the promptness with which he 
turned towards me, and the indescribable ex- 
pression which lighted up his countenance 
as I spoke to him of Jesus and heaven, I 
could never have entertained a single doubt 
as to his full preparation for the future world. 
At a later date a message came to our 
door, saying that Scovell desired to see me. — 
Gladly did I obey that summons, and never, 
no never, shall I forget that look as his eye 
caught mine, nor that voice as the first words 
fell from his lips : ' Mr. Samson, I want to be 
an angel, and I want you to pray that I may 
be an angel.' It has often been my privilege 
to stand by the dying Christian, (favored 
place,) but never before did I seem to be so 


near the gate of heaven ; and when your 
Scovell went through, it did seem to me it 
would be a great privilege could we all go 
with him. My repeated visits to his death 
bed exhibited to me more of the power of 
religion on the heart than I ever expected to 
see on earth. Upon those scenes I love to 
dwell. I love to think how a lad of eleven 
years could let go of earth, and how he could 
pant to be an angel and to be with Jesus. — 
My earliest impressions on visiting Scovell's 
bedside were that his sickness was unto 
death. No one could doubt for one moment 
but that his sufferings were extreme, and yet 
a smile constantly played on his countenance. 
Not one complaining word did I ever hear 
from him, and it seemed to be his constant 
fear that some one would suffer on his ac- 
count. * * * * 

These are but a few of the breathings of 
your Scovell's heart which fell from his lips 
as I visited him from time to time. And 
then, as he laid his little hand in mine at 
parting, a gentle ' thank you ' was uttered, 
which one could see came from the heart. — 


Yes, no one could stand by his bedside and 
see and hear him, but would feel that it was 
heart work with him, yea, God's work in the 
heart. I never stood there for one moment 
but I felt covered with shame that I, an old 
professor, was but a babe of yesterday in 
spiritual things, when by the side of this boy 
of eleven years. And, how peacefully your 
darling went home ! There was no struggle, 
no groan, not even a scowl, but a sweet, a 
heavenly smile was playing upon his every 
feature. We had seen your son panting to 
be with Jesus, and how gently was he folded 
in his Saviour's arms. 

And now, dear brother, dear sister, would 
you have it otherwise? "Would you have 
your son an inhabitant of that heavenly 
land where the leaves of the trees are for the 
healing of the nations ; where no sorrow nor 
sighing can ever enter? Or would you bring 
him back to this sin-stricken world, where 
we all rather sigh than live? Would you 
even take him from the embraces of Jesus 
that you might again fold him in your pa- 
ternal arms? Does it cause sorrow to fill 


your hearts that your Scovell has left you ? 
Should it not cause joy too, that he has goue 
to that home for which his soul so ardently 
l#nged ? Are you not in danger of feeling 
that there is seldom sorrow like unto your 
sorrow? But is there often joy like unto 
your joy ? Many a parent has been called to 
drink to the very dregs the same cup of sorrow 
of which you have drank, but without its 
being mingled with that sweetness which has 
led others to doubt whether it could, on the 
whole, have been bitter to you. Many of 
us have been allowed the assurance that our 
departed ones were in heaven, but few, like 
you, have been permitted to stand with 
them on the threshold, and as the gates 
were opened for their admission, to hear 
notes almost divine. My dear friends, if we, 
like Scovell, will lay ourselves at Jesus' feet, 
willing that he should do by us just what he 
has a mind to, Sco veil's joys will be our joys, 
and we shall yet enjoy with him that ' rest for 
the weary ' of which he so delighted to think 
and sing." 


Scovell's body, clothed for the grave in 
the same suit that he wore to church on the 
Sabbath morning previous to his sickness, 
was laid in a beautiful black walnut cofiA, 
lined and cushioned with satin, with a satin 
pillow, and upon the cover was a silver plate, 
upon which was neatly engraved the follow- 
ing words : " Scovell Haynes McCollum. — 
Died September 16th, 1860. Aged 11 years 
and 4 months." Beautiful white lillies were 
in his hands and upon his pillow ; and the 
hand of affection entwined an elegant wreath 
of white flowers which encircled the plate 
upon his coffin lid, and was let down upon it 
into the grave. His countenance retained a 
life-like expression, peaceful and lovely, and 
his body, as it lay robed for sepulture, 
appeared like one in a natural sleep rather 
than in the repose of death. Upon the 
marble mantle in each parlor stood a pho- 
tographic likeness of the departed child, the 
frame encircled with a wreath of myrtle, and 
on either side were vases of Parian marble 
holding beautiful boquets of white flowers, 
intermingled with sprigs of green. Similar 


vaseB and coquets were placed in other 
rooms in the house. 

The funeral was attended at 3 o'clock, p. 
m., on Monday, September 17th, at the resi- 
dence of D. P. Haynes, Esq., grandfather of 
the deceased, in St. Catharines, and a large 
company assembled to condole with the be- 
reaved ones, and pay the last tribute of re- 
spect to a child whom they had dearly 

Rev. Mr. Riggs opened the exercises by 
reading the first and twenty-third Psalms of 
David, portions of scripture so precious to 
Scovell when living, and particularly during 
his last sickness. Brief addresses were made 
by Rev. G. M. "W. Carey, pastor of the 
Queen Street Baptist Church, at St. Catha- 
rines, and by Rev. "William C. "Wisner, D. 
D., pastor of the first Presbyterian Church 
at Lockport, !N". Y. Prayer was offered by 
Rev. Joshua Cook, of Lewiston ; Scovell's 
favorite Sabbath school hymn, " Rest for the 
Weary " was sung, and then the body was 
borne to the cemetery, followed by the af- 
flicted relatives and sympathizing friends. — 


At the grave, after the hymn "Thou art 
gone to the grave" had been sung, Rev. Mr. 
Riggs thanked the friends, in behalf of the 
family, for their sympathy and kindly atten- 
tion, and then made an appropriate address, 
in which among other things, he remarked 
that, though for the last few days, he had 
wept in sympathy with bereaved parents and 
friends, though he had wept because of a 
personal loss in this death, he was conscious 
that his was now a different experience. — 
He shared the feelings of a conqueror rather 
than a mourner. His thoughts ran out upon 
a triumph. In yonder upper room there had 
been witnessed a conflict. The "King of 
Terrors " had there been met by this tender 
youth. Young and feeble as he was, he had 
been summoned to the encounter with the 
last great enemy.^ And what had been the 
the result? Death had obtained a partial 
victory. The body had surrendered to his 
power, and was now still and cold in his nar- 
row prison. " Yes ! this sad trophy of death 
is here before us. Thus much of victory we 
celebrate over this open grave. In a nobler 


sense this feeble youth was the conqueror of 
death. The shield of Christian faith pro- 
tected his soul from every arrow of fear 
which was shot against him. The strength 
of his victorious Saviour nerved his frail 
arm. And with the triumphant shout, ' Oh 
death, where is thy sting ? Oh grave, where 
is thy victory V his rejoicing spirit went up 
from that battle field to endless life. Angels 
came down to the shining gates to welcome 
the little conqueror. The companies of the 
redeemed crowded his triumphal way. — 
Christ himself arose to meet his victorious 
soldier, and to place on his head the crown 
of unfading glory. What wonder, therefore, 
if we are full of joy ! We do but repeat the 
song which has already rung through hea- 
ven, when we fill our hearts with rejoicing 
over this event. And when we think of his 
triumph, and his heavenly welcome, and his 
happy state before the throne, we cannot 
wish him back. Even these weeping parents, 
much as they loved their boy, and much 
as they must miss him — would not bid him 
return. They could not find it in their hearts 


to take that crown from his head, that robe 
from his spirit form, that harp from his hand, 
that new song from his happy, sinless heart, 
and bring him back to this world of sin and 
strife and sorrow. We know that they re- 
joice with us over his conqu3st *md his rest. 
May we all so think of this triumph and of 
its lessons to us, that the friends we leave 
behind may rejoice over our death as a vic- 

At the conclusion of his remarks, which 
are here in part reported, Rev. Mr. Riggs 
offered prayer, and then the mourners turned 
with solemn sadness from a spot that will be 
ever sacred to them as the resting place of 
the earthly remains of the departed child. 

Rev. Mr. Carey and Rev. Dr. Wisner were 
requested to write out for publication the 
substance of their remarks, but instead there- 
of sent the following letters : 


"St. Catharines, Oct. 15, 1860. 

My Dear Sir : — It is with mingled sorrow 
and joy, that I yield to your request, to send 


you some of my recollections of your late 
only and beloved son, Scovell Haynes Mc- 
Collum. I was acquainted with Scovell for 
over four years. To me he was a boy of 
great promise. I took an unusual interest 
in him. I never knew a boy of Scovell's 
years to have a character so mature as he. 
His thoughts and expressions were so rare 
and original, that I always heard him with 
pleasure, and talked with him as if he were 
my equal in years and experience. Where- 
ever I met him I was glad to see him, and he 
always appeared glad to see me. 

His bounding footstep, his joyous look, his 
beaming eye, his open countenance, and his 
frank salutation, were exceedingly pleasant to 
me. Now that he is gone, I remember these 
things, for small and trivial as they may 
appear, they contributed to form the grand 
total of his lovely character. 

In an intellectual, moral, and religious 
point of view, Scovell was a remarkable boy. 
His anxiety for education, the development 
of his intellect under scholastic training and 
discipline, the progress that he made in his 


studies, were to me truly astonishing in a 
boy of his years. His willingness' to forego 
pleasure and recreation to enter upon and 
resume his studies ; the apparent ease with 
which he made the sacrifice, indicated his 
strong desire and inherent taste for mental 
culture and development. 

In his morals he was scrupulously exact. 
Richly did he repa} 7 the care and pains of 
pious parents, and grand parents, and teach- 
ers. During the four years of my acquaint- 
ance with him, I never heard an improper 
word escape his lips. His distinctions be- 
tween right and wrong were marked, and his 
moral sense lively and strong. 

His religious convictions and faith were 
unusually deep and mature. Truly he was 
taught of the Spirit. Out of the mouth of a 
child God has perfected praise. From the 
heart and lips of a boy God has elicited a 
testimony to the truth as it is in Jesus, 
which has rarely been equaled, and seldom 
surpassed by those of maturer years. I 
shall never forget the attention he paid to a 
discourse that I preached a few weeks be- 


fore his death, which, I believe, was the last 
discourse he heard. The text was taken 
from Luke 9 : 26. ' For whosoever shall be 
ashamed of me and of my words, of him 
shall the Son of Man be ashamed, when he 
shall come in his own glory, and in his 
Father's, and of the holy angels.' As I 
spoke of what it is to be ashamed of Christ, 
how absurd it is, and how awful are the con- 
sequences, he never moved in his seat, and 
never, during the discourse, withdrew his 
steady gaze from my countenance. As he 
sat in a direct line before me I could not but 
perceive his marked attention. I have since 
understood that on his return to his grand- 
father's, where he was then visiting, that he 
spoke of the discourse, and seemed much 
affected by the truths he had heard. As- 
suredly Scovell was not ashamed of Christ. 
To old and young, during his sickness and 
on his death-bed, did he speak of Jesus. — 
His ministry was short, but earnest, and 
impressive ; and may we not hope efficient 
in doing much good? Eternity alone can 
disclose the blessed results of his witnessing 


for Christ. The faith of mature Christians 
was strengthened by his testimony for Christ ; 
and those who had not given themselves to 
Jesus, were aroused and deeply moved by 
his earnest appeals. I saw him, for the last 
time, on the second day previous to his death. 
I inquired of him, i Scovell, are you happy ? ' 
1 Happy,' said he with a beaming counte- 
nance, ' I am going to drink of the River of 
of Life, and I shall never thirst again.' Af- 
ter a short pause he added, ' Pray for me, 
that Jesus may be with me till I die ; and 
when I die, that I may go to be with Jesus.' 
I knelt and offered a short prayer with him, 
and bade him farewell, till we meet again in 

My dear sir, may the God of all grace and 
consolation comfort you and your worthy 
wife for the loss of such a child. Did I say 
loss f Should I not say gain f What a gain ! 
to have such a child to give to God, not only 
to his service on earth, but also to his en- 
joyment in heaven. Happy parents ! Hap- 
py grand parents ! Happy friends ! for such 
a boy. "Worthy indeed of being classed with 


the pious youth of Bible story — with the 
Samuels and Timothys of the Old and New- 
Dispensations. Dry your tears and rejoice; 
Jesus has taken your darling boy, as the sun 
draws up the dew-drops, to be bathed in 
glory, and to rest on his bosom. 

Farewell, dear boy, one day we hope to meet thee, 
Beyond the reach of death, disease, and pain ; 

In pastures green, by waters still we '11 greet thee, 
Led by thy Lord the Lamb, along the flowery plain. 

Farewell, e'en now what glories on thee rise, 
In thy Father's house, in the celestial Paradise. 

G. M. W. Caret, 

Pastor of Queen St. Bap. Ch., St. Catharines, C. W." 


"Lockport, N. Y., Oct. 11th, 1860. 

My Dear Friend : — I have received your 
kind letter, requesting for publication the re- 
marks I made at the funeral of our much 
loved Scovell. I cannot reproduce them, 
nor is it best that I should attempt it. They 
were entirely extemporaneous, and were de- 
livered under circumstances so sad, and a 


pressure of feeling so deep, that I do not 
now recollect even the line of remark I pur- 
sued. I loved Scovell far more than I was 
aware until he came to be translated to his 
home in heaven. Every sentence I uttered 
proceeded from a bleeding heart. I can truly 
say that, within the entire circle of my ac- 
quaintance, I know of no child of his age of 
equal maturity and promise. He possessed 
a personal appearance unusually attractive, 
and a manliness of deportment altogether 
beyond his years; and his intellectual and 
moral developments were truly remarkable. 
That his heart was given up to God, and his 
life consecrated to his service, we cannot 
doubt. How sadly delightful were the 
scenes of his death bed ! What a triumph 
of faith in the death of a mere child ! Surely 
we cannot shed a tear for him, though we do 
and must weep for ourselves. 

I think of you continually in your loneli- 
ness, and the thought is constantly present 
with me, that if the death of the dear child 
is such an affliction to me, it must be well- 
nigh overwhelming to his parents. But, my 


dear afflicted brother, there is seldom a death 
with so much to comfort. The cloud is a 
dark one, but it is spanned, from end to end, 
with a most beautiful bow of promise. You 
cannot view Scovell as dead but as glorified. 
I can hear his sweet voice, full of the melody 
of heaven, calling out to you from some 
celestial embattlement, 

' Come this way, father; 
Steer straight for me : 
Here, safe in heaven, 
I am waiting for thee.' 

And there he will wait, in bliss the most 
perfect, until he shall welcome his father and 
mother within those pearly gates, and clasp 
them each in their turn to his young heart. 
I have no doubt but that you will see and 
know Scovell in heaven, and that the meeting 
will be one of great joy. I dare not write all 
I believe and feel on the subject, lest I should 
appear too enthusiastic. Eye hath not seen, 
nor has imagination conceived what is in re- 
serve for us at our reunion in heaven. 
I have been greatly affected by the deep 


and universal sensation which has been pro- 
duced among the large circle of your friends, 
by the death of your child. If heart-felt and 
wide sympathy is a solace to you, (and surely 
it must be,) you have it poured into your, 
wounded heart from every quarter. Your 
deep sorrow, and the virtues of your loved 
boy, have been made the sad theme of soul- 
stirring song, and of the most touching elo- 
quence. Your friends, besides showing a deep 
sympathy, have exhibited a personal grief 
which certainly must afford a balm to your 
wounded and desolate spirits. You have 
every consolation that can be possibly afford- 
ed under so sad a bereavement. Not any 
thing that you could desire in connection 
with it has been withheld. All that remains 
for us is sweetly to bow to the will of our 
heavenly Father, and improve spiritually 
the sad providence. The Lord gave and the 
Lord hath taken away, and blessed be his 
great and holy name. Even so Father, for 
so it seemeth good in thy sight. Not my 
will, but thine, oh God, be done. These light 
afflictions, which are for a moment, work 


out for us a far more exceeding and eternal 
weight of glory. 

This letter, although addressed to yourself, 
is intended equally for your excellent lady. 
It is wonderful indeed, how by the grace of 
God, she has been sustained under so severe 
an affliction. * * * 

I am, my dear brother, as ever, your affec- 
tionate and sympathizing friend, 

Wm. C. Wisner." 

For nearly a quarter of a century, Dr. 
Wisner has been a warmly attached friend 
of the family of Scovell's father, and for 
many years their pastor. In his remarks 
at the funeral, he alluded in a very feeling 
manner to this fact, speaking of his having 
laid hands upon the child now deceased in 
the ordinance of baptism, and to the pleasure 
he had enjoyed with him during a recent 
visit to his father's house. He also referred 
most touchingly to the child's now sainted 
grandmother, (McCollum) who had watched 
his growing years from her heavenly home, 
and whose spirit had, no doubt, hovered 


around his death bed, and been the first to 
welcome him within the pearly gates of the 
new Jerusalem. Oh, what a blessed privi- 
lege here to anticipate such heavenly re- 
unions ; but how much more blessed must be 
the realitv ! 

During the week of the funeral, Scovell's 
parents remained at St. Catharines, and re- 
ceived evidences of warmest sympathy from 
their friends and the friends of their departed 
child. Numerous letters were received, all 
overflowing with expressions of consolation 
and comfort. The following, written by per- 
sons who had known Scovell intimately as a 
pupil, are selected for publication. Miss 
Linsley was his " drawing" teacher, as stated 
elsewhere, and accompanying her letter was 
a beautiful little sketch of the falls of Min- 
nehaha, in Minnesota. Mr. Marshall is the 
teacher of the day school, and superintendent 
of the Sabbath school with which Scovell 
was connected at the time of his death. 



" St. Catharines, C. W., Sept. 20, 1860. 

My Dear Mrs. McCollum : — Here is a bit 
of penciling that I drew for Seovell, mostly 
last Thursday. During last week I learned, 
at different times, that he was better, and I 
was not aware that he was worse that day. 
I had thought that, perhaps, this scratch 
might amuse him for a moment, on his sick 
bed, for, when well, he had asked me to 
sketch a trifle for him. But the next news I 
received from your darling was that he was 
failing fast, and could not live long. I need 
not, I cannot express to you my feelings 

Allow me to say that your Seovell, when 
with me, was a favorite with all my pupils, 
who knew him. He was so noble and con- 
scientious, so kind and affectionate at all 
times. In all sincerity, I too wculd say, 
with the Rev. Dr. "Wisner, ' I never saw so 
mature a mind in one so young.' I cannot 
but recall to mind how, a few days before 
he left us, he had fondly anticipated return- 


ing to his studies, under his beloved teacher 
in Syracuse. But God saw fit to place him 
in a school infinitely higher, where his Jesus 
is his teacher, and angels and just men made 
perfect are his companions. Oh ! I know 
you rejoice that he is on high, though you 
and your dear husband and parents will see 
him no more here below. And I think I 
hear you say, in the language of another: 

' Yet firm my foot, for well I know 

The goal cannot be far, 
And over, through the rifted clouds, 

Shines out one steady star : 
For when my son went up, he left 

The pearly gates ajar ! ' 

Affectionately yours, 

Emma A. Linsley." 


"Syracuse, Sept. 15, 1860. 

My Dear Friend: — Your dispatch con- 
taining 'Scovell's dying message' to the 
Sunday school has just arrived. Is it possible 


that Scovell is dead ? * ScovelPs dying mes- 
sage ! Is that intelligent, that beautiful, that 
noble boy gone? How anxiously have I 
been waiting for his return to the school 
room ! He was so courteous, so obedient, 
so kind and friendly to me always, that I 
have thought of him often in my summer's 
vacation, and impatiently waited since school 
began, to hear his friendly morning greeting. 
But he is dead, dead ! No more shall we 
meet him on earth. No more shall his min- 
glings in our circles and recitations give us 
glimpses of future promise and usefulness. 
But ' death loves a shining mark.' Strange, 
strange are the ways of Providence. Frowns 
seem resting every where. Death and 
mourning must humble and warn us. But 
oh, how beautiful is that faith that sees a 
6miling face behind a frowning Providence, 
a faith that never falters in the truth that 
our Father ' doeth all things well.' I have 
only time to send Mrs. McCollum and your- 

♦Scovell's dying message was sent on Saturday after- 
noon, and the impression was erroneously conveyed that 
he was then dead. 



self my sympathy, and the sympathy of 
many, many friends that have watched that 
boy with interest. But how weak, how 
powerless is all human sympathy in the hour 
of death. Only in the shadow of the Cross 
is there comfort — is there peace to the bleed- 
ing heart. Only in Christ is there rest to the 
soul when weary watching over the death 
bed of an only child — a noble and promising 
boy. In Christ alone is there strength to 
sustain the soul in such great afflictions. — 
Scovell dead ! I cannot realize it. I felt 
proud of my pupil, so fall of promise. He 
was a boy of uncommon talents. Strangers 
remarked it when they heard his original 
declamation at the close of school last term, 
on ' Knowledge is Power.' We shall miss 
him from our day school, for he was a favor- 
ite. We shall miss him from our Sunday 
school, for he was always prompt and pre- 
pared with thoughtful inquiry. I shall de- 
liver his last words with sadness mingled with 
joy: with sadness because he is gone from 
our midst forever — with joy, because he has 
gone, rejoicing in the Christian's hope, trust- 


ing to a Saviour's love, and leaving us his 
prayer to meet him in heaven. I hope his 
message may arrest the souls of his class and 
direct their thoughts to Christ. ' Be Chris- 
tians — meet me in heaven.' What a rich — 
what a beautiful legacy to his associates ! — 
May it be stamped upon the minds of us all. 
May the voice of the Spirit ever whisper it 
to our souls. ' Be Christians — meet me in 
heaven.' But, my friend, I can only give 
you my deep sympathy in your great, great 
loss, and point you for comfort to the Foun- 
tain of all joy and peace — who giveth and 
taketh away. Let us ever give God the 
praise. Most affectionately, 

James Marshall." 

On Sabbath afternoon, September 23rd, 
the First Presbyterian Church, at St. Catha- 
rines, was crowded by sympathizing friends, 
to listen to a funeral sermon by Rev. Mr. 
Riggs. The sixth and seventh verses of the 
first chapter of Jeremiah were selected as a 
text, as follows : 


" Then said I, ah, Lord God ! behold I cannot speak 
for I am a child. 

" But the Lord said nnto me, say not I am a child: for 
thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoev- 
er I command thee thou shalt speak." 

After a brief introduction the speaker 

" The sore affliction which has called us 
together to-day, affords a fresh illustration 
of the truth thus suggested by the text. As 
the youth of Jeremiah, and his conscious 
weakness, were no hindrance to the bestow- 
ment of his large commission, nor to his 
faithful fulfillment of it, so the youth of him 
whose loss we here mourn did not prevent 
his call to a large work, and a most impres- 
sive message. The dear boy whom God has 
taken from us, had the call been made to 
him in form, as it was made to the young 
prophet, would doubtless have replied with 
him, ' Ah, Lord God ! behold I cannot speak 
for I am a child ! ' Yet God has in reality 
called him to a most important and respon- 
sible ministry. From his sick-bed pulpit, 
he has been commissioned to proclaim the 


Gospel of Christ with a power seldom equal- 
ed. God himself has spoken through the 
dying boy. The youthful child has become 
a preacher. 

In the name of this young preacher, and 
under the commission of his dying request, 
I stand before you to-day, to give simple ut- 
terance to the lessons which his ministry sug- 
gests. ' He being dead yet speaketh.' " 

He then proceeded to speak of the differ- 
ent lessons to be drawn from the life and 
death of this " boy preacher," alluded to the 
character of the deceased, in language which 
has before been quoted, and concluded the 
discourse as follows : 

" As we close our public meditation upon 
this young preacher's message, let us gather 
up its leading truths into a practical appli- 
cation to our hearts. God has commissioned 
him to speak to us of our immortal existence 
after death ; — of the essential oneness of our 
present and our future life ; — of the prepara- 
tion which we, as sinners, need to make for 
death and for eternity; — and of the only 
true standard of value and of length of life, 


as found in our worthy employment of it, as 
immortal beings. 1 should not be true to 
you, my dear hearers, nor to the dying request 
of him for whom I speak to-day, did I not 
ask you how you stand related to these solemn 
truths. Do you realize that they are truths ? 
Have they impressed your heart and influ- 
enced your life ? ISTay, turn not thoughtless- 
ly away from this questioning, as you 
have so often done before. God is speaking 
to you to-day in the death of this dear boy. 
He has often spoken to you before of these 
things. Oh ! why have you compelled him 
to speak to you yet again in this new grief? 
How many loved ones must yet be sacrificed 
to your sinful stupidity ? How many mourn- 
ers must yet weep over departed friends, be- 
fore you will begin to live wisely for eternity? 
Oh ! trifle not, I beseech you, with these 
messages from God ! Turn not to-day from 
the voice which speaks to you from the com- 
ing world ! The truths which it utters are 
eternal realities. You must soon meet them. 
Life is short. ' There is but a step between 
you and death 1 ' Before another Sabbath 


dawns, weeping friends, all hopeless in their 
grief, may gather around your grave. ' This 
very night your soul may be required of you.' 
Shall it be that, in spite of a Saviour's en- 
treaty and blood — in spite of all the faithful 
admonitions of the past — in spite of the 
warnings of this death — you will live on re- 
gardless of your immortality, and with nc 
anxiety whether life or death shall be your 
portion throughout eternity ? Ah, impenitent 
man ! what if your next warning should be 
the knocking of death at the door of your 
own life, and the touch of his cold hand upon 
your own heart. 

Dear children of the Sabbath school, let 
me speak a word to you. Scovell is dead. 
That bright boy, who Sabbath after Sabbath 
6at down with you to study the Word of 
God, and whom you all loved so well to 
meet, will never come with you again to the 
Sabbath school on earth. God has sent for 
him to go home. We have laid his little 
body in the grave, where it will sleep safely 
till the morning of the resurrection day. 
Angels watch over it now. And his spirit, 


that which made his eye so bright, and his 
thought so quick, and his heart so loving, 
has gone up to heaven. "We could not see 
it go. "We did not see his Saviour, when he 
came down into that little sick room and 
took the soul of our dear friend away with 
him. We could not follow with our sight the 
shining path along which they journeyed. 
"We could not see the gates of pearl swing 
open to receive them into the shining city. 
Yet we are sure that Scovell has gone to be 
with Christ forever in heaven. We are sure 
of this, because he loved Christ. And you 
remember the promise of Christ, ' He that 
loveth me shall be loved of my father, and 
I will love him, and manifest myself to him.' 
Yes ! he has gone where there is ' rest for 
the weary ;' where the ' clear water ' of the 
river of life, of which he has so longed to 
drink, gushes from the throne of God; where 
the week is all Sabbath ; and where Jesus 
gathers about him his own Sabbath school 
class. I seem even now to see Scovell amid 
that happy throng of children as they crowd 
around their Saviour, to hear the pleasant 


words which fall from his lips. There they 
stand, robed in the white of Heaven, with 
shining crowns upon their heads, and harps 
of gold in their hands. And hark ! do you 
not hear that unearthly music ? It is the 
melody of those happy children, singing the 
new songs of Heaven before the throne. 
1 Happy songsters! when shall we your 
chorus join ! ' 

Dear children, I have an invitation for 
you to join that school and that song. Christ 
has invited you, for he has said, ' Suffer 
little children to come unto me!' And 
Scovell has invited you too. This is the 
dying message which he wished me to de- 
liver to you for him : ' Be Christians ; meet 
me in Heaven ! ' * Tell all my mates to love 
the Lord, and lay themselves at Jesus' feet!' 
Think of this, dear children. Christ wants 
you to come to Him. And Scovell wants 
you to ' he Christians, and meet him in 
Heaven' Try to hear his earnest voice as 
he invites you thus, and as he tells you how 
you may get to Heaven. 'Lay yourselves at 
Jesus' feet!' But some of you will think, 


l By and by I will do this. He/ore Idle I 
will love the Lord, but not just now.' If one 
of you is thinking so, I have another message 
to you from your young friend. Before he 
died, he asked of one who came to bid him 
farewell, 'Are you ready to die now ? ' He 
replied, 'I am afraid not.' 'Then,' said the 
dying boy, ' you must give your heart to 
Jesus now. Wow is the time / Wow is the 
time ! ' Oh ! remember this warning ! It 
will not do to delay. i Love God' now! 
'Lay yourselves at Jesus' feet'' this very day I 
Then you will be sure to meet Scovell in 
Heaven when you die. 

As I turn to you, dear friends, whose 
hearts this affliction most nearly touches, I 
feel that my mission has been entirely antici- 
pated. There is no need that I should speak 
to you. I would tell you of God's sovereign- 
ty as relieved by the thought that He is your 
careful and loving Father. I would speak to 
you of willing and cheerful resignation to 
His will. I would speak of consolation in 
your God. I would urge to faith which clings 
to the promises, and to hope which triumphs 


over sorrow. But of all these your dying 
boy has already spoken. He has opened be- 
fore you the only springs of comfort. The 
radiance of those thoughts which he has ut- 
tered to you, and which will live in your 
hearts forever, must surely turn your dark- 
ness into day. God has gathered a dark 
night about your hearts. But in the faith 
and hope of your loved child — in the triumph 
of his life and death — in his eternal rest and 
joy — he has given you a song for this night. 
Sweetly should you sing to the Lord of mer- 
cy and of love. True, the instruments of 
human melody are broken by this sorrow. — 
It has shattered the frame and rent the cords 
of your spirit's harp. ~No human hand can 
waken its melody. But God touches its 
strings, and they give forth music — music all 
the sweeter for the sorrow that has rudely 
swept them. This night will doubtless deep- 
en upon you. Grief like yours is wont to 
grow. But your consolation may also deepen 
in its fulness, and your song in its sweetness. 
Keep near to God in this trial, and He will- 
sustain you. He will fill your soul with 


singing. T point you to Him alone. As the 
fires of the Roman vestals when extinguish- 
ed, could not be re-lighted save only at the 
sun, so God alone can give you light in your 
darkness, and joy in your grief. Be com- 
forted therefore in Him. Cast your burdens 
only upon Him. He will surely sustain 
you. It may be that your own departed one 
will be the angel bearer of this blessing to 
your seeking souls, and that, as the heaven- 
ly calmness and the heaven-born joy go out 
over your spirits, you may be strangely con- 
scious that the loved one is near you. Then 
look up, my weeping friends, look up ! The 
comforts and the promises of God stud your 
darkened sky like stars." 


Strum nSUt £nt\. 

General Sorrow. — Prater in Reformed Dutch Church 

for scovell and parents. scovell's message to his 

Sunday School. — Missing. — Notices of the Press. — 
Resolutions. — Last Words. — Sorrowing tet Singing. — 
Mr. Marshall's School Room. — Obituary. — Poetic 
Tribute. — Sermon of Rev. T. De Witt Talmage. — 
Reformed Dutch Church. — Glory of his Death Bed. — 
Heaven gathering Attractions. — Consolations. — 
Warm will be the Greeting. — Passing under the Rod. — 
Clear Water in Hraven. 

21 But, oh! that star of the morn still gleams, 
With light to direct my feet, 
Where, when I have done with my earthly dreams, 
The mother and child may meet. 




The announcement of Scovell's dangerous 
illness was received in Syracuse with ex- 
pressions of deep, general and heartfelt sor- 
row. Every message from his sick bed was 
anticipated with painful interest, and when 
at length the telegraph brought the news of 
his death, many a hearth side bore testimony 
to the sincerity and extent of the mourning 
which the bereavement occasioned. For Sco- 
vell was a welcome visitor in the families of 
his companions of the school room and play 
ground, and was loved far beyond the circle 
of his parents' acquaintance, for his gentle, 
manly deportment, his joyous, cheerful and 
happy spirit, his affectionate and generous 
disposition, his marked conscientiousness, 
and his daring ever to do right. 



On the day of his death, and almost at the 
hour when he breathed his last breath, Kev. 
Mr. Talmage, from the pulpit of the Re- 
formed Dutch Church, remembered him and 
his parents in a most earnest appeal to the 
mercy seat, that they might have strength 
given them in this hour of trial, and be able 
to submit with holy resignation to the will 
of God. At noon, Mr. Marshall presented 
Scovell's dying message, as received by 
telegraph, to the Sabbath school of the First 
Presbyterian Church, and accompanied it by 
most affectionate and impressive remarks. It 
was the first meeting of the school after a 
long summer vacation, and this message was 
from the death bed of one who was present 
at the last assembling, and who had been 
among the most punctual in attendance, and 
diligent in attention. His love for the school 
had been most ardent and constant, and was 
undiminished at the dying hour. On both 
occasions the flowing tears and heaving bo- 
soms plainly indicated the depth of emotion, 
the heartfelt sorrow of all who had known 
the child. 


On Tuesday morning, September 18th, 
the following article from the pen of B. 
B. Mahon, local editor, appeared in the 
columns of the "Central City Daily Courier," 
of which paper Scovell's father was the 
editor : 

"Missing. — A bright, black-eyed child, 
whose sweet voice caroled with the birds in 
the Eden of life's morning — whose busy 
hands caught the sunbeams and wove them 
into garlands for the parent's brow, is miss- 
ing ! — is missing ! "While here, angels came 
and whispered 'Innocence' in his ear, and 
earthly tongues talked of sublime simplicity. 
A garden of Paradise is planted in every 
household, and when love's guardian goes 
out from its blessed portals, an earthly angel 
is missing ! All along the rough path that 
leads on among the thorns and thistles, we 
follow the foot prints of our angel, but only 
shadows lie darkly where the sunbeams once 
nestled lovingly, and though we are forever 
calling for our angel to come back to us, our 
darling is missing! Missing! Oh, what 
volumes of agony in that word ! "Wonder 


if the angels know what an agony of grief 
stirs the fountains of the soul — wonder if 
they wept when the sweet confidence went 
out from parental hearts, when they lost the 
blessed trust of childhood — wonder if it be 
they who come and talk with the agonized 
at times, fanning the fevered brow with their 
white wings, and whispering of the New Je- 
rusalem, while the mourners sit beneath the 
weeping willow thinking of the missing one. 
Missing ! — a boy whose eagle eye looked ever 
far away up to the purple mountain tops — 
to the castle that Hope built of jasper, 
ermine and diamonds — whose bold hand was 
ever pointed upward — leading imagination 
captive over the rocks — leaping wild chasms 
fearlessly — calling upon his youthful follow- 
ers, with clarion voice, to attempt the ascent 
and fear not — while the world looked on 
admiringly, shook its grey head ominously, 
and surnamed the youthful guide by the 
euphonious title of Ambition ! Parents and 
friends follow him up! up ! up ! despite the 
tempest that hurls seeming obstacles in their 
way — even until the blinding sleet of death 


dashed from hands grim and withered with 
age, shut out every earthly hope ; and when 
we look upon Ambition's mountain again, 
our angel is missing! And though some- 
times we think his voice is calling to us — 
breaking in upon the din and bustle of life, 
we turn aside to catch a glimpse of him, only 
to find that he is missing — still missing ! — 
Missing! — how cruel the sentence. Hopes 
that were fortunes — that came to us with the 
sunlight resting on their fair faces — some 
which led us through the dark paths of life's 
pilgrimage — paths in which, mayhap, our 
feet would have gone astray, had they not 
been buoyed up by faith and trust in our 
heavenly Guide. Hopes that led us on to 
the city of the heavenly Jerusalem, with 
its cooling fountains and wondrous flowers ! 
How we clung to them — until all the world 
grew dark about us — till even the stars forgot 
to shine for us, and one particular star, the 
brightest in the constellation, was missing ! 
And there are other stars missing ! A 
bright particular star has gone out — its 
light upon earth is set forever ! Friends, too, 


are missing — friends who have come and sat 
down at our lire-side — looked into our eyes 
and read the sweet thoughts of our hearts. — 
Many are lost to us in the tide of popu- 
lar applause — the hot sun of prosperity has 
blinded others — and some — aye, one — our 
household angel — death can tell us of him. — 
He for whom our longing eyes will look in 
vain — through the silent chamber of the 
heart — in the vacant chair by the hearthstone 
— through the dark shadow of the grave, 
whose sable curtains have shut out the light 
of his young countenance — is missing ! And 
now the lonely spirit sits mournfully in its 
weeds of sorrow, waiting for the angel of con- 
solation to come and lift the curtain, when 
light shall break in among the shadows — 
light from the glorious land — where voices 
shall chant no more their funeral dirges for 
the missing, and where engraven in letters 
of gold, the drooping eyes will catch new 
light, and the soul new inspiration from the 
last message uttered by the dying one — ' Be 
Christians — meet me in Heaven ! ' w 


So great was the interest manifested, that 
this article had to be republished in order to 
supply the demand for copies for preservation 
by sympathising friends. The " Syracuse 
Daily Journal," " Syracuse Daily Union," 
and " Syracuse Daily Standard," also noticed 
the death in the appropriate language of 
genuine sympathy. We quote a paragraph 
from the article in the " Journal " : 

" We had often heard of this boy as one 
of great purity of character and nobleness 
of spirit. He was peculiarly exempt from the 
faults which in many cases attach to lads of 
his age. He was cheerful, obedient, kind 
to his associates, never quarrelsome. He 
always sided with those whom other boys 
undertook to thrust aside. He was one of 
those loving, studious, truthful, filial and 
devoted boys that attract the love of all with 
whom they come into association." 

On the next Sabbath, September 23rd, 
Sco veil's death was tenderly and appropri- 
ately announced at the opening of the First 
Presbyterian Sabbath school, by the Super- 


intendent, Mr. James Marshall; whereupon 
his class, by their teacher, Hon. I. S. Spencer, 
presented a series of resolutions expressing 
the love and sympathy of his classmates. 
The resolutions were adopted by the school, 
and the shield of " Robert Raikes' " class 
directed to be " draped in mourning until our 
next anniversary." 

Interesting and impressive remarks were 
made by Judge Spencer, and by Rev. Dr. 
Canfield, pastor of the Church, and the 
school closed this part of the exercises by 
singing the appropriate Sabbath school 
hymn, beginning: 

"Death has been here and borne away, 
A brother from onr side ! " 

On the same day, at the regular session of 
the Reformed Dutch Sabbath school, after a 
few appropriate and touching remarks by the 
pastor, similar resolutions were unanimously 
adopted. The last resolution was as follows: 

"JResolved, That the foregoing resolutions 
be published in the public journals of our 
city ; that they be enrolled upon the records 


of our Sabbath school, and also that a copy 
be presented to the parents of the deceased." 

Rev. James A. Thome, one of the editors 
of the " Oberlin Evangelist," was providen- 
tially in Syracuse soon after Scovell's death. 
The following extracts are taken from an 
article from his pen, which subsequently ap- 
peared in that paper : 

"Being invited by a kind friend to visit 
the Sabbath school belonging to the First 
Presbyterian Church, under the pastoral care 
of Dr. S. B. Canfield, my attention was 
called, soon after entering the school room, 
to a row of shields suspended on the wall, 
each inscribed with some motto, and a cor- 
responding device, design ative of the class 
to which the shield belonged. On one was 
this inscription, 'The Pearl Gatherers;' on 
another, 'The Gleaners,' etc. Passing down 
the aisle, reading the successive inscriptions 
and observing the devices on the several 
shield^^saw one with the name and like- 
ness oUr Robert Raikes ' upon it, and I 
noticed that it was heavily draped with 


mourning. The class beneath it bore the 
signs of sorrow. It was a class of boys. 
They had a sad yet chastened expression, 
that told of some painful affliction, but at 
the same time denoted that the cup of sor- 
row was mingled with comfort. I inquired 
what bereavement had befallen that class; 
whether it had lost its teacher, or one of its 
members. I was informed that a fine little 
boy had been recently removed from that 
class by a violent illness, and that the 
whole school was in mourning, for he was 
beloved by all and was an extraordinary 

I was told that in his distressing sickness 
he showed wonderful faith, and joy in the 
prospect of dying. He was specially solici- 
tous lest his dear mother should take his 
death harder than he wished her to, and he 
earnestly prayed that God would help her 
to bear it. He died in the fullness of hope 
in Christ, and his prayers for his mother 
were signally answered. His paijHb were 
in deep grief, but they were sustl^d and 
comforted by the grace of God. 


Other particulars were detailed to me by 
the pastor's wife, mj informant, such as im- 
pressed me with the remarkable piety of this 
boy of eleven years. * * Such was the 
interest felt in this lovely boy, that when his 
funeral discourse was preached the church 
would not hold the people that thronged to 
testify their respect and sorrow." 

It would be difficult to imagine and im- 
possible to describe the sorrow which possess- 
ed the hearts of Scovell's parents as they 
returned childless to their desolate home. — 
The bereaved father, in an editorial in the 
"Central City Daily Courier," of September 
29th, gave expression to his feelings in the 
following language : 

"Our parental heart bleeds under the 
affliction, and our thoughts can with difficul- 
ty be withdrawn from a retrospective con- 
templation of his death bed, his coffined re- 
mains, and the narrow resting place of his 
body injthe beautiful cemetery at St. Cath- 
arines, or from the present realization of our 
great bereavement. Every object at the 



hearth side ; every picture upon the wall ; the 
vacant chair at the table ; every thing about 
our home, speaks of him to us continually. — 
There hangs his hat, and his overcoat, and 
his satchel filled with books, where he was 
wont to leave them on his coining in from 
school ; there is the little bed beside which 
we have so often anxiously watched his 
feverish slumbers ; there are his skates and 
his toys, his books and his drawings, just as 
he left them weeks ago, when joyfully he 
took his way to his grandfather's for a vaca- 
tion visit. He shall never see them again, 
but they shall be continual reminders to us 
of past joys, of present sorrows, and of a 
great loss, the memories of which time can 
never efface." 

In a previous article, from St. Catharines, 
he had written, in anticipation of this deso- 
lation, but had, at the same time, raised the 
cloud to admit the sun light of consolation 
and Christian comfort. He said of Scovell : 

" His body lies beneath the sods in the 
cemetery, but his spirit has gone 'home to 
heaven.' The bright beaming of his eye 


shall no longer light our pathway in life ; his 
merry laugh shall no more be music to our 
ears, and the patter of his feet upon the 
stairs shall not again announce his joyous 
coming. But he shall ' shine as the stars ' 
to guide our journey upward ; he shall sing 
the song of the redeemed with the angels in 
glory, and his feet shall eternally tread the 
golden streets of the New Jerusalem. A 
home on earth has been exchanged for man- 
sions in the skies, the pleasures of this world 
for the joys of heaven, earthly parents for a 
heavenly Father, whose love for him is in- 
finite, and in whose presence he shall dwell 
in glory forever and forever." 

Expressions of warmest sympathy were 
received by letter and in personal interviews, 
from numerous friends and acquaintances. 
In the article of September 29th, the father 
referred to them, and to the attendant acts 
of kindness, as follows : 

" Comparatively strangers, as we are, in 
Syracuse, a degree of heart-felt sympathy 
has been manifested, and sorrow mingling 


with our own, has been expressed, far be- 
yond what we had any right to anticipate. 
Words can but feebly speak our apprecia- 
tion of these kindly expressions, or tell how 
consoling and sustaining they are to a pa- 
rent's heart. They will be cherished among 
our life memories of him whose early call 
from earth has desolated our home and 
written us childless." / 

The following beautiful communication was 
furnished for publication in the " Courier," 
by Miss Lydia Ostram, one of the faithful 
teachers in the Sabbath school with which 
Scovell was connected : 

" ' I shall soon drink clear water in Heaven.' 

— Last words of Scovell If. McCollum. 

Yes, * clear water,' even that crystal 
stream, flowing out from the throne. There 
shall be no mingling in that cup, — nothing 
earthly to dim its clearness, — neither bitter- 
ness nor taint shall detract from its sweetness ; 
no unsatisfied longing for something more 


refreshing shall follow the drinking of that 
Water of Life. 

Unlike earthly fountains, it shall never 
cease its flow, — but on through eternal ages, 
gushing forth from its undimished source, it 
shall give healing and life to unnumbered 
millions, whose joyous thanksgiving ' shall 
make glad the city of our God.' It was 
bitter agony for yon, stricken parents, to put 
those clustering curls from off that fair brow, 
and look upon those beautiful eyes, closing 
for their dreamless sleep ; to feel that the 
heart which had been so joyous, which had 
throbbed so high with hope for the future, 
which had so thirsted after knowledge, would 
be pulseless now ! Did not that word of 
triumph — that eager looking out toward 
joys almost reached, bring something like 
balm to your breaking hearts ? 

It is a strange, mysterious way through 

which the Father's hand is leading you. He 

has brought you to a silent and darkened 

home! Oh, what unutterable agony must 

surge through your hearts as you enter it 

again ! — the music of that ringing laughter, 


the sound of those rushing feet, the sunshine 
of that joyous spirit gone from it forever ! 
Amid all this, comes there not a sweet 
melody, the echo of those exultant tones, — 
those glad notes so soon to swell the anthem 
of the redeemed? 

Are not those treasured words gleams of 
light flashing athwart the shadows? Can 
you not hear that spirit voice calling to you 
through the gloom, ' Come this way — here 
safe in Heaven I am waiting for thee ? ' 

The places are many, besides his home, 
from which Scovell's voice and presence will 
be missed ; — his day school, where he rapidly 
acquired the knowledge he loved so well, 
where his manly, cheerful spirit made him 
beloved by teacher and school mates; — his 
Sabbath school, where his unfailing presence 
and his ever ready answers showed that he 
sought not earthly wisdom alone; — to his 
companions there came his dying message : 
1 Be Christians — meet me in Heaven.' 

"We rejoice that above the wail of anguish 
rises the glad shout of victory ; that though 
we must mourn his absence here, we may, 


through faith, look away, even unto the 
Shining City where, ' safe from temptation, 
safe from sin's pollution,' he is now drinking 
* clear water ' from the ' Kiver of Life.' 

One who will miss him from his Sabbath 
school, writes these few sorrowing yet re- 
joicing words to his mourning parents. 

Syracuse, Sept. 25, 1860." 

On Friday, September 28, Mr. Marshall's 
school room was rendered interesting by ex- 
ercises commemorative of the deceased. The 
badges of the two societies were draped in 
mourning, that of the " Delphic" by means 
of the tastful arrangement of black and white 
crape, and that of the " Clionian," to which 
Scovell had belonged, by means of the grace- 
ful hanging of eight black tassels, and the 
bordering of black cord. Upon Mr. Marsh- 
all's table stood a beautiful boquet of white 
flowers interspersed with myrtle. 

In the forenoon, Rev. H. C. Riggs, of 
Potsdam, 1ST. T., who had stood at the bed- 
side and officiated at the funeral, addressed 
the scholars, presenting the lessons of sorrow. 


of joy, of consolation and of warning, to be 
derived from the death of their late school 
mate. He spoke with much feeling, making 
an impression both solemn and earnest. 

During an intermission at noon, a meeting 
of the scholars was held, and appropriate 
resolutions were unanimously adopted. 

In the afternoon occurred the regular 
periodical public exercises. Many affecting 
references were made to the death which 
had for the first time broken their circle, 
and the following beautiful obituary was 
read as a part of the Paper of the Clionian 
society : 

" ' Friend after friend departs : 
Who hath not lost a friend ? ' 

I deem it probable there is scarcely one 
of us but is familiar with these sad lines ; 
but with what a greater depth of truthful 
meaning they speak to us when we are com- 
pelled to feel that it is one of our number 
who has just crossed the 'Dark River,' and 
we know is now standing on the farther glo- 
rified shore, while we must yet linger with 


mournful hearts upon the nearer brink, gaz- 
ing into the murky blackness, striving 
vainly with our mortal eyes to catch just 
one glimpse of the vanished loved one, or a 
single gleam of light from the radiant land 

And thus it is that now those lines re- 
mind us of a dear one departed. The death 
angel has entered our circle ! There is a va- 
cant seat in our school room ; a merry voice 
and boyish form, with its handsome beaming 
face, missed from our sports. A talented 
scholar has gone from our class, and a 
cherished member from our society. But a 
few weeks since, we were saying our good- 
bys for the vacation, hopeful for a happy 
reunion, thoughtless of a broken circle ; but 
now we have come together once more, but 
many miles away, with his laughing eyes 
forever closed, his dark, curling hair for the 
the last time turned back from his fair brow, 
and his hands meekly folded on his breast — 
Scovell is sleeping under the green sod of 
his early grave. 

Beautiful, talented and loved ; the only 


child of doting parents, after a short illness, 
and trusting in that Saviour who heareth 
the prayers of even ' these little ones,' he fell 
asleep. ' The golden bowl is broken, and the 
silver cord loosed,' and oh, the bleeding 
hearts that mourn his loss! striving almost 
vainly through their bitter grief to lift the 
eye of faith and whisper, ' Not mine, but thy 
will be done.' God bless them ! 

Even in his last moments Scovell did not 
forget his Sabbath and day school ; but to 
each class mate and member he left the rich 
legacy of a dying message fraught with the 
most faithful love — ' Be Christians. — Meet me 
in Heaven.' His loving heart could not have 
conceived, or his young lips uttered happier 
advice. In the first short sentence he ex- 
pressed the sum total of what our lives should 
be, and in the second, what is the reward of 
such a life, even a heavenly home. And 
how solemn should be to us that message 
uttered by dying lips ! Earthly mists were 
vanished from his sight, and in the clear 
light of eternity, even as we must all of us 
view them, he beheld life and death. And 


what will be our feelings in that trying hour, 
if we have not the sustaining arm to support 
us, upon which he leaned ? Then let us think 
of it soberly and earnestly, and see if it be 
not the wise course to heed his message, so 
when for us, as now for him, life's battle shall 
have been bravely fought, and we too shall 
have passed the ' Dark River,' and stand on 
1 the Shining Shore,' we shall meet him in 
Heaven, and sing with him, while with rav- 
ished hearts we sweep our hands over the 
strings of our golden harps — Hallelujah, 'Te 
Deum ' to Christ our Redeemer ! " 

The exercises were closed by singing the 
following beautiful and appropriate verses, 
to the tune of " Naomi : " 

" Death lias been here, and borne away 
A brother from our 6ide ; 
Just in the morning of his day, 
As young as me, he died. 

We cannot tell who next may fall 

Beneath thy chastening rod ; 
One must be first, — but let us all 

Prepare to meet our God. 


May each attend, with willing feet, 
The means of knowledge here; 

And wait around the mercy seat, 
With hope as well as fear." 

The following poetic tribute, from the pen 
of Miss Anna C. Maltbie, of Syracuse, was 
published in "The Courier" of September 
29th : 

"S. H. McC. 

'A truant from time, from tears and from sin, 
The angel on watch took the wanderer in.' 

—B. F. Taylor. 
A truant from time, and its wearisome years, 
Its valleys of shadow, volcanoes of fears, 
Its dark disappointments, its surge of despair, 
Its waves of commotion, its maelstroms of care. 
No hope now shall set, like a star on the night : 
No flower he has gathered shall fade in his sight ; 
No spring he may drink of to bitterness turn ; 
And the crown on his brow like a seraph's shall burn. 

A truant from tears! then the last pang is o'er! 
The wild sound of weeping he heareth no more ; 
With the sad kiss at parting his last tear was shed, 
And earth's pain and anguish forever are fled. 
No 'Bochim' he finds in the city above, 
For he who came thence, full of pity and love — 
The pale ' Man of Sorrows,' so tender, so mild, 
Has wiped off all tears from hie glorified child. 


A truant from sin ! then the pure heart is blest ! 
How his powers shall expand in the mansions of rest! 
"While a learner he sits at the Great Teacher's feet, 
Where the wise and the good, all as scholars shall meet. 
No thought of corruption on that heart shall prey I 
No subtle temptation shall lead him astray ! 
Their waves never break on the heavenly shore ; 
That haven once gained, he shall wander no more. 

From the home that he left, all its brightness hath fled ; 
The flower of the household lies faded and dead ; 
But hopeless ye mourn not, though brief were the yeara 
Your darling might spend in the valley of tears. 
You miss his companionship, long for his smile ; 
Yet, have you no cause for thanksgiving the while, 
That early ' a truant from time, tears, and sin, 
The angel on watch took the wanderer in V " 

On Sabbatli evening, September 30th, the 
Reformed Dutch Church was crowded by a 
deeply sympathizing and appreciative audi- 
ence, to listen to a commemorative sermon 
by the pastor, Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage.^ 
The superintendent and most of the teachers, 
and the class to which Scovell belonged, 
from the First Presbyterian Sabbath school, 
were present. The teachers and superin- 
tendent were seated together, and the class 


occupied a pew directly back of the afflicted 
parents. And thus was concluded the last 
earthly demonstration of affection by the 
Sabbath school associates of Scovell Haynes 
McCollum. The sermon was a beautiful trib- 
ute to childhood, and made a deep impres- 
sion upon the audience. Extracts from the 
concluding portion are given below : 

" Now, my friends, one of the best illustra- 
tions of the beauty, and susceptibility and 
cheerfulness, and power of a child over the 
parental heart, I find in the life and death of 
Scovell Haynes McCollum. In addition to 
the ordinary attractiveness which I have said 
always attaches itself to childhood, there 
was something which would cause you to 
remark him in a company of a hundred; 
something in his eye, in his forehead, in his 
erectness and in his manner. While every 
one who ever spoke to him discovered a 
manliness far beyond his years, he was nev- 
ertheless a thorough boy, and no step was 
quicker, and no voice louder on the play 
ground than his. He was neither by nature 
nor culture, one of those children which seem 


prematurely grave. His laughter and his 
romping were but the outgushing of a boy's 
heart. If he was among the first in study, 
he was also among the first in play. For all 
of that, he will be missed the more, now 
that he is gone. I shall miss him from 
yonder pew to which he loved to come, the 
bright and cheerful boy. His voice will no 
more be lifted in our song, nor his head 
bowed with us in prayer ; for he hath gone 
where the Sabbath song never ceases, and 
the Sabbath sun never sets. Another light 
has gone out from earth, but another light 
has been kindled in Heaven. * * * * 

There was a sweetness and glory linger 
ing about his death bed. * * * His soul 
went out with a peace and gentleness which 
made it seem most unlike what men call 
death. ******* 

There are children here to-night. Oh, 
that they would hear the voice which comes 
to them from the dead. You see what a 
glorious thing it is to be a Christian. Come 
now to Jesus. While life is bright and beau- 
tiful, like Scovell, lay yourself at Jesus' feet. 


Keligion will take no joy from your heart, 
nor spring from your step, nor sparkle from 
your eye. Religion's ways are ways of pleas- 
antness, and all her paths are peace. 
### ## ## ** 
Warm shall be the greeting after so sad 
a parting. Mothers ! — your little ones shall 
hear your voice and come rushing down from 
their thrones to heaven's gate to greet you 
in, gladder than ever at the door of your 
earthly homes they welcomed you back from 
a journey. Parents and children, husbands 
and wives, friends and lovers scattered at the 
grave, but gathered again in the heavens. — 
Oh ! how we shall gather them up ! Before 
we look at the temples, before we listen to 
the songs, before we drink of the fountain, 
before we walk under the trees, before we 
rise upon our thrones, we shall cry, ' "Where 
are the loved and the lost ? ' and then how we 
shall gather them up : oh ! how we shall 
gather them up ! " 

Mrs. John B. Burnett, of Syracuse, from 
the depths of a heart prepared for sympathy 


by its own bereavements, gave expression to 
her feelings in tlie following selected lines : 


[Lines respectfully dedicated to the afflicted 
parents, as a token of the heartfelt sympathy 
of a friend who has ' passed under the rod.'] 

I saw the young bride in her beauty and pride, 

Bedecked in her snowy array, 
And the bright flush of joy, mantled high on her cheek, 

And the future looked blooming and gay; 
And with woman's devotion she laid her fond heart 

At the shrine of idolatrous love, 
And she anchored her hopes to this perishing earth, 

By the chain which her tenderness wove. 
But I saw when those heart strings were bleeding and torn 

And the chains had been severed in two, 
She bad changed her white robes for the sables of grief, 

And her bloom for the paleness of woe. 

* It was the custom of the Jews to select the tenth of 
their sheep, after this manner. The lambs were separat- 
ed from their dams and enclosed in a sheep cote, with one 
narrow way out. On opening the gate the lambs hasten- 
ed to join their dams, and a man placed at the entrance 
with a rod dipped in ochre, touched every tenth lamb, 
marking it with his rod, saying, ' Let this be holy.' 



But the Healer was there, pouring balm on her heart, 

And wiping the tears from her eyes, 
And he strengthened the chain he had broken in twain 

And fastened it firm to the 6kies. 
There had whispered a voice, 't was the voice of her God, 

' I love thee, I love thee ! pass under the rod.' 

I saw the young mother in tenderness bend 

O'er the couch of her slumbering boy, 
And she kissed the soft lips as they murmured her name, 

While the dreamer lay smiling in joy. 
Oh! sweet as a rose bud encircled with dew, 

When its fragrance is flung on the air, 
So fresh and so bright to the mother he seemed 

As he lay in his innocence there. 
But I saw when she gazed on the same lovely form, 

Pale as marble, and silent, and cold ; 
But paler and colder, her beautiful child, 

And the tale of her sorrow was told. 
But the Healer was there, who had smitten her heart, 

And taken her treasure away; 
To allure her to heaven he had placed it on high, 

And the mourner will sweetly obey. 
There had whispered a voice, 't was the voice of her God, 

' I love thee, I love thee ! pass under the rod.' 

I saw when a father, and mother, had leaned 

On the arms of a dear, cherished son, 
And the star in the future, grew bright to their gaze 

As they saw the proud place he had won, 


And the fast coming evening of life promised fair, 

And its pathway grew smooth to their feet, 
And the starlight of love glimmered bright at the end, 

And the whispers of fancy were sweet. 
But I saw when they stood bending low o'er the grave, 

Where their hearts' dearest hope had been laid, 
And the star had gone down in the darkness of night, 

And^ie joy from their bosoms had fled. 
But the Healer was there, and his arms were around, 

And he led them with tenderest care, 
And he showed them a star in the bright upper world, 

T was their star, shining brilliantly there — 
They had each heard a voice, 't was the voice of their God, 

' I love thee, I love thee ! pass under the rod.' 

Syracuse, Sept. 30, 1860. B." 



" ' I shall soon drink clear water in Heaven.' 

— ScoveU's last words. 

* Weep not, mamma, I 'm going home ; 

It is not far away ; 
Just o'er this dark and turbid stream 
Shines an eternal day ; 
And I can hear the silver rills 
That murmur down the glowing hills. 


Soon I shall quench my raging thirst 

From streams that never dry, 
And pluck sweet fruitage from the bowers 
"Whose blossoms never die ; — 
Nay, 't is not dying thus to go 
From this dark world of sin and woe.' 

' But we shall miss thy cheerful voice ^ 

At morn and blushing eve, 

And at the memory of thy love 

Our stricken hearts will grieve ; 

Thy presence ne'er again will cheer 

The shadows of life's waning year. . 

Lonely will be our quiet home, 
Since thou art gone away, — 
Cheerless the dark and voiceless eve, 
And long the weary day ; 
! wilt thou never, never come 
To cheer the darkness of our home ? ' 

• ! cease thy weeping, mother dear ; 

That shining land of bliss, 
Just rising o'er the swelling flood, 
Is very near to this ; 
Only this dark and chilly stream 
Is flowing silently between. 

I' 11 visit thee, on shining wings, 
At eventide and morn, 


And whisper to thy weary heart 
Sweet words when I am gone. 
In answer to thy fervent prayer, 
Sweet messages of love I '11 bear. 

Dear papa, I am going home 

A little time before : 
0! I shall greet you very soon 
Upon that shining shore. 
A few more days of joy and pain, 
And we shall meet, in heaven, again.' 

As passed the loving spirit o'er 
The ' dim and shadowy vale,* 
The glorious residents of bliss 
. The new-born spirit haiL 
Forever more a quiet rest 
Is found upon the Saviour's breast. 

Buffalo, September, 1860." 



fflktt 0n |ttltmi Stmt fntp fpttimg. 

News of Death. — Testimonies. — Triumphant Grace. — 
Published Account. — Influence on Public Mind. — 
Christians made to Pray. — More Faith in Prayer. — 
The Priceless Piece of Paper — Thanksgivings. — Ef- 
fect Abiding. — Christians Moved to New Hopes. — 
Spirit Dispensed to Children. — Their Requests in the 
Meeting. — Conversions. — The Angel Preacher's Minis- 
try Begun. 


Daylight is going " — 

'T -will soon be past. 
Shadows are lengthening, 

Lengthening fast ! 
Swiftly the moments fly, 
Seize them, while passing by, 
Work, work, the night draws nigh; 

"Work, to the last! 



The intelligence of Scovell's death came 
into the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting some 
time during the last eight or ten days of 
October, 1860. On the first day of No- 
vember appeared in the " New York Observ- 
er" a sketch of the last hours of this dear 
boy, written by his father, setting forth the 
dying exercises and testimonies of Scovell, to 
the sustaining and triumphant grace which 
was vouchsafed to him during the last few 
days of his life. This was eagerly read by 
thousands of children. Parents read the 
touching narrative at their firesides, and su- 
perintendents in their Sabbath schools. The 
dying charge of this little boy to his Sabbath 
school mates — " Be Christians ; meet me in 
heaven," was often repeated in the ears of 
listening children, in various parts of the 
24 < 277 > 


land. The story of his last trials and tri- 
umph was told in many a prayer meeting, 
and Christians were moved to pray with un- 
wanted fervor and faith for the conversion 
of the young all over the country. The ef- 
fect of the death of Scovell upon the Fulton 
Street Prayer Meeting was very marked 
and decided. Many, very many of those 
accustomed to attend these meetings remem- 
bered how the meeting was moved, when 
Scovell's request for prayer was first present- 
ed to it. Often, during many ensuing weeks, 
was he made the subject of earnest supplica- 
tion, and though his name was forgotten, 
" the little Syracuse boy " had offered for 
him many a prayer, which, we have no rea- 
son to doubt, went up from earnest believing 

Months had passed and we heard no more 
from the child, and knew not that we should 
ever hear from him again. 

One morning, on one of the last days of 
October, a gentleman arose in the meeting, 
holding a piece of paper in his hand, and 


" I suppose no amount of silver and gold 
would be sufficient to buy this little piece of 
of paper. There is a wonderful history 
connected with it. Mr. Chairman will you 
allow me to read it to the meeting ? It is as 
follows : 

'March 18th, 1860. 

To the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting : 

I have heard that persons might ask for 
prayers. I thought you would be so kind as 
to pray for me, a little boy of ten years, that 
I may be converted. 


Syracuse, N. Y. 
P. S. — Pray for me every day.' 

I took this from the Book of Requests in 
the upper lecture room and left a transcript 
of it in its place. I have spent hours in look- 
ing for it. This is wanted, to be returned to 
his parents, who seek it as part of the history 
of an only son and an only child, and a most 
precious chapter in that little life. On the 
16th day of September last, this little boy 
soared away to his everlasting rest in heaven. 


He died a most triumphant death by faith in 
Jesus Christ. I remember when that request 
was read in this meeting, and how it took hold 
on all our hearts. I remember the earnest 
prayers which we offered up. "We cannot tell 
whose prayers were answered. This yerj 
request is a prayer — for there was the deep 
desire to be converted in that young heart. 
It may be it was this, or ours, or his parents 7 
prayers which were answered. It may be 
that it was the prayers of all, united and 
combined, that called down such wonderful 
blessings upon this little boy, and procured 
the manifestation of such amazing grace in 
the dying hour. But sure it is, that prayer 
was answered, and a little lamb has been 
gathered into the bosom of the good Shep- 
herd. What a history is connected with this 
little piece of paper ! No wonder that silver 
and gold cannot buy it. We keep the copy. 
We send the orginal to those who will shed 
many tears of joy and sorrow when they see 
these lines." 

Rev. Dr. Newell, pastor of the Allen Street 
Presbyterian Church, who was, for that day, 


the leader of the meeting, remarked that he 
was well acquainted with the father of this 
little boy, who was the editor of a daily paper 
in the city of Syracuse, and that this meeting 
is called upon to render devout thanksgiving 
to God, for this instance of the Gospel's sav- 
ing power, and for this signal answer to 
prayer. Let every parent, said he, and every 
Sabbath school teacher, and every one, who 
has the care of children and youth, be en- 
couraged by this manifestation of divine 
mercy, to prayer and effort for the salvation 
of the young. 

An Episcopal clergyman immediately fol- 
lowed these remarks, pouring out the heart- 
felt gratitude of the meeting, in humble 
praise to God for his converting grace, be- 
stowed upon this little boy, in answer to 
prayer, and remembering with earnest sup- 
plications the bereaved parents, that they 
might be comforted with all spiritual conso- 
lations in Jesus Christ. Then a Presbyterian 
minister followed in another prayer, in the 
same strain of gratitude and joy and earnest 


Meantime almost every eye in the meeting 
was overflowing with the falling tears, and 
after it was closed, many came forward, wish- 
ing for themselves to see the handwriting of 
the little hoy, and some to get a transcript 
of the request to bear with them to their dis- 
tant homes. 

We think we have rarely seen the meeting 
so moved as when the intelligence was com- 
municated that Scovell Haynes McCollum 
had left behind him such clear and convinc- 
ing evidence that he had been converted, and 
that he had now gone home to be — ■ 

" Forever with the Lord." 

The influence upon the meeting was not 
fleeting and evanescent, but abiding. Child- 
ren — our children — all children were prayed 
for as we had rarely ever heard them prayed 
for before. A tender chord of sympathy had 
been touched, which vibrated through all 
hearts — not only in this meeting, but in 
many other prayer meetings in New York 
and its surroundings. Christian fathers and 
mothers, Christian pastors and Sabbath 


school teachers, felt themselves stirred up to 
animated earnestness in prayer and supplica- 
tion in behalf of the young. 

Many felt that children had been too much 
overlooked and neglected, and our faith in 
regard to their conversion had been too 
vague and shadowy and feeble. A great 
change was evidently taking place under the 
power of this shiniDg example. Men prayed 
in earnest, and believed as well as prayed. — 
The conversion was a subject of frequent re- 
mark and appeal, and Christians confessed 
how unbelieving they had been, and how 
cruel that unbelief was. 

A great change had come. For days and 
weeks the meeting was overshadowed by a 
heavenly influence, and a greater burthen 
than any other seemed to be an overwhelm- 
ing desire for the- salvation of children. — 
Those who attended the meeting through the 
closing months of 1860 and the first months 
of 1861 will not soon forget them, as charac- 
terized with this earnestness of desire for the 
outpouring of the Holy Spirit upon our 
children and youth, and for their conversion. 


Many felt that the set time for the dispensa- 
tion of the Spirit to children had come, and 
they prayed as if they expected that a great 
ingathering was to be made of the lambs 
into the fold of the good Shepherd. It was 
known that of late years great numbers of 
children had been converted. But no such 
general work of grace had been seen as the 
people of God now desired to witness. 

Soon requests from children for prayers for 
their conversion began to flow into the Ful- 
ton Street Prayer Meeting from different and 
distant portions of the country. 

It was no spasm — this movement among 
children and for them. It was the result of 
no human contrivances or human instrumen- 
talities. A little boy had died — away in 
Canada West— remote from this sacred place 
of prayer, who had been consecrated to the 
work of the holy ministry of reconciliation, by 
a whole lifetime of prayer on the part of pious 
parents in his behalf. By a thousand acts 
of consecration that child had been devoted 
to the mission of preaching " the glorious 
Gospel of the blessed God." A father's 


prayers and a mother's tears and entreaties 
were poured out that God would make the 
dear boy a herald of salvation, in His own 
good time. The fond parents longed to have 
the time come when they should see him in 
the pulpit, clothed and adorned with the 
badges and qualifications of the ministerial 
office, his great work to be to win souls to 
Jesus Christ. God was answering prayer 
in His own way, and the holy ministry of 
the angel preacher was already begun. 

While the hearts of these mourning, sor- 
rowing parents were bowed under a load of 
overwhelming distress, on account of their 
dreadful bereavement, God was owning the 
consecration which had been made, and an- 
swering the prayer which had been offered, 
by making his triumphant death the voice 
which should call a multitude of dear little 
children from spiritual death to spiritual life, 
and prepare them to sit together in heavenly 
places in Christ Jesus. The power of that 
death-bed scene, in St. Catharines, was made 
to be felt by hundreds and thousands of 
hearts all over this land, and even in foreign 


lands. What was a cup of bitter sorrow to 
many fond hearts, which clung with unusual 
tenacity to this dear, gifted boy, was to be a 
cup of salvation to many ready to perish. — 
The work of grace was going on, under the 
guidance and power of the ever blessed 
Spirit, even while the mourners thought of 
little but their sorrow. 


(Sffert an (Sfcilbreit. 

Religious Awakening among Children. — Incredulity. — 
Influence Spreads over the World. — Scotland. — 
Children's Meetings. — Testimony of an American. — A 
Puzzle to Old Christians. — Slow to Believe. — Re- 
vival in this Country. — Not Imitation. — Hundreds 
Converted. — Request for Prayer. — Unlike. — Come 
from distant Quarters. — Children's Testimony. — Mon- 
uments of Grace. 

" Daylight is going"— 

How quickly now! 
Life's deep, deep shadows 

Fall on the brow. 
Swiftly the moments speed, 
Take thou of them good heed, 
Each moment thou dost need- 
Work, quickly now 1 



The movement in the Fulton Street Pray- 
er Meeting, in respect to prayer for the con- 
version of children, was followed immediate- 
ly by a corresponding movement among 
children themselves. In many neighbor- 
hoods, in many families, in many Sabbath 
schools, little children were inquiring what 
they should do to be saved. This condition 
of religious anxiety was met with no little 
incredulity on the part of Christians, who 
were slow to believe that young children can 
be converted. The first published account 
of the triumphant death of Scovell Haynes 
McCollum had gone the rounds of the reli- 
gious press, not only in this country, but in 
England, Scotland, and Ireland. It is but a 
short time since a young man, lato"!y return- 

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ed from Scotland, addressed the Fulton 
Street Prayer Meeting, giving interesting 
and cheering accounts of the work of grace 
among children in the Old World, at the 
same time that there was such a gracious 
movement among children in the New. 
He said that the revival among the young 
was as remarkable there as here. He de- 
scribed the meetings which were held for 
them as full of the most intense interest. — 
He said that sometimes, in going to a church 
in the evening, it would be filled with child 
ren — the center, from the pulpit to the far- 
thest wall densely packed with the young of 
all ages and both sexes. Children cannot be 
made thus to go, unless there is some great 
impelling cause. They had found out that 
religion was for them as well as for those in 
more advanced years. It has been to hun- 
dreds and thousands of children in Scotland 
a day of salvation — a day of feasting and 
gladness. Children were recognized as en- 
titled to the promised blessings of the Saviour 
of sinners — they coming to him by repent- 
ance and faith. 


In the first months of 1861, in this country, 
this revival interest had become very gen- 
eral and wide spread. We heard of frequent 
conversions in answer to prayer. It is now 
thought that many hundreds of children gave 
abundant evidence of having passed from 
death unto life. We speak within bounds 
when we record it to the glory of infinite 
rich grace in Christ Jesus our Lord. 

At first it was feared, that, as children are 
largely the creatures of imitation, much of 
the work that appeared would turn out to 
be the effect of that influence. The more 
cautious of the religious papers of the day 
spoke of this religious movement among 
children with much hesitation and appre- 
hension. They would hardly credit what 
was daily witnessed. 

All written requests for prayer, presented 
to the Fulton Street Meeting, are preserved 
in the upper lecture room for future inspec- 
tion and reference. We have taken some of 
these without any endeavor at selection, and 
just as we found them, without the altera- 
tion of a word. Our readers will probably 


be surprised to see how clearly they prove 
that they were not the result of imitation ; 
they are so unlike each other and so unlike 
any original. These were mostly sent to the 
Meeting in the early part of the winter of 
1860 and 1861. We think that a careful 
perusal of these requests will show that these 
dear children were moved to make them by 
a power which is above all human power. 
It will also be seen that they came from a 
wide range of country. 

" A little boy earnestly desires the prayers 
of Christians in the Fulton Street Meeting, 
that he may now become a true Christian, 
and love Jesus with all his heart. 

This little boy is eight years old, and was 
led to make this request, by hearing the ac- 
count of little Scovell of Syracuse. 

His Mother." 

" New York, 
Five Points House of Industry. 

"Will the brethren at the Fulton Street 
Meeting please to pray for the writer of this, 


that I may be truly converted and saved. — 
Also for my father and mother — both un- 
converted — that they become good Chris- 

" Brooklyn. 

A little girl, twelve years old, wants very 
much to be a Christian. Will the members 
of the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting pray 
for her?" 

" San Francisco, CaL 

To the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting : 

I wish that you would pray for me, a lit- 
tle boy of eight years. Pray for my soul. — 
Pray that I may be a Christian. 

A. H. W." 

" A youth from one of the northern cities, 
now residing in California, desires that the 
Fulton Street Prayer Meeting will earnestly 
implore God to hear and answer the many 
prayers offered for his conversion, by his de- 
parted parents — himself feeling the need of 
a Saviour. An Orphan Boy." 



The following was written in Koman capi- 
tal letters : 

" Troy, June 27, 1861, 

To the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting ; 

Please pray for me daily, that I may be- 
come a Christian — while I am seven years 
old — and a useful man. Colin." 

" Port Royal, Pa. 

To the Brethren of the Fulton Street Prayer 

Meeting : 

I fervently ask your prayers on behalf of 
my conversion — a lad ■ of fifteen years — and 
also for my sister, who is younger than my- 
self. Pray that God will pour out His Spirit 
upon a revival here, which is now going on 
in the two Churches. The number of con- 
verts now are about 300, of which 200 have 
expressed their hope in Christ." 

" Twenty-three boys, in a class in a Sab- 
bath school in a southern city, unite in ask- 
ing an interest in the prayers of the Fulton 
Street Meeting. They are at present all un- 


" Virginia. 
A little girl is anxious for the prayers of 
the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting, that she 
may be a Christian, and also her brother." 

"A little girl nine years of age wishes to be 
prayed for, that she may become a devoted 
child of the Lord Jesus Christ. 


"A little girl — eight years — desires the 

prayers of this Meeting that she may have 

the Saviour for her father, as she has lost her 

earthly one." 

"New York. 

To the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting : 

A little boy requests an interest in your 
prayers, that God would forgive his sins, 
give him a new heart, and make him a 

"New York. 

To the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting : 

I ask you all to pray for me ; I am a young 
girl sixteen years of age and out of Christ. 
Do, for God's sake, do. K S. G." 


The following was written in capital Koman 
letters, because the child was unable to write 
otherwise : 

"Will your please pray for a little boy 
.six years old — to make me a Christian — and 
for my two little sisters — four and eight — 
that we all may give our hearts to the 
Saviour. Charlie." 

"To the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting : 

I am a little boy nine years old ; will you 
please pray that God will give me a new 
heart and I be a Christian. Please pray for 
me every day. Charlie." 

The following request was penned by a 
father at the earnest solicitation of his little 
"To the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting : 

Will you please pray for me, a little boy 
seven years old, that Jesus would now take 
away my wicked heart, and make me a 
Christian, and if it is his holy will, to grant 
that I may live to be a minister of the 
Gospel. Freddie." 



A little girl, aged eleven yea.s, who 
earnestly desires to be a Christian, begs the 
prayers of the Fulton Street Prayer Meet- 
ing, that she may become one of Christ's 

"Ballston, N. Y. 

Will you pray for a little girl nine years 
old, that God may give me a new heart and 
that I may become a Christian. 


Before closing this chapter we must add 
some facts. In the month of December, 1860, 
an article appeared in one of the religious 
papers of the city, which speaks of the con- 
version of twenty children, since the death 
of the little Syracuse boy. It says, score^ 
and hundreds of little boys and girls have 
heard it all over the land, scarcely a mail 
coming, which does not bring to the Fulton 
Street Prayer Meeting evidence of this. This 
is not all : many a young heart has bowed to 
the glorious truths which sent joy, and glad- 
ness, and salvation into the bosom of this 


dying boy. A writer, speaking of the con- 
version of thirty persons in the upper part 
of the city, says that eight are children. 


The leader of the Meeting was a well- 
known merchant of this city. "Much has 
been said and written of late," said he in 
opening the meeting, " of the conversion of 
children." (He stood holding a request for 
prayer from a little girl in his hand). " Let 
me tell you what happened a few days ago 
in a rail road car. I was traveling over the 
mountains in Pennsylvania, and, sitting on a 
seat with a lady, we got to conversing upon 
the subject of religion, and especially upon 
the religious interest among children. She 
said to me: 

' Do you see that little girl sitting over in 
yonder seat alone?' 

I answered, 'Yes.' 

' Well, that is my niece. She is only ten 
years old. I wish you would go and talk 
with her.' 


I went and took my seat beside her, and 
[ must confess to you that I have rarely 
had a more delightful half hour in my life 
than I had with that little girl. I found 
that about a fortnight before I met her she 
had become a Christian, and now she was 
full of peace and joy." 

One day last week, a little boy arose and 
said : 

" Friends of the Fulton Street Meeting, I 
have been for some time seeking after Christ ; 
and now I hope I have found him. I want 
you to pray for me that I may be upheld by 
him, and that he will keep me from falling 
into any sin or snare." 

We quote again from the book of requests : 

"December 24th, 1860. 

To the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting : 

It is at the request of my dear little boy 
of eight years that I now address you. He 
has been quite desirous, for several months, 
to be remembered in that dear sacred place, 


the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting, — more 
so, since reading the interesting account of 
Scovell Haynes McCollum, of Syracuse. On 
Friday morning last, he awoke in great 
distress, saying, 'Oh, mamma, I dreamed 
that God would only let me have one more 
day, and I was so wicked, I must be turned 
into hell; and I was so wretched !' 

I said to him — ' Can you think of any 
thing you can do to be saved from that 
dreadful place ? ' 

He said — ' Oh ! yes. God will hear me 
if I pray to him.' 

' He did pray earnestly for a new heart — 
that his sins might be washed away — and 
that he might be cleansed in the blood of 
Christ. He said he felt better after he had 
prayed. I prayed for him as fervently as 
my unworthly lips could utter." 

" MlDDLEBURT, Vt., Jan. 10, 1861. 

My Dear Brethren — A dear little daugh- 
ter, nearly eight years old, and a son in his 
tenth year, have been very anxious for two 
or three weeks that I should write to the 


Fulton Street Prayer Meeting and ask prayer 
for them. They have for a long time been 
deeply interested in the reports of the meet- 
ing given from week to week. I will give 
you the little daughter's request in her own 

*Aek them to pray fervently, and not to 
6top praying until we are converted, for we 
wish to become Christians now.' ' 

Then there was another request from our 
neighboring city, Brooklyn, for prayer for 
two older children — a boy of 16 and a girl 
of 14, brother and sister — that they might be 

"April 24th, 1861. 

The parents of a little boy ten years old, 
have been in the habit of reading the reports 
of the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting to their 
children, who have been much interested 
particularly in the conversion of children. 
The eldest, a daughter of twelve years, we 
hope has given her heart to the Saviour. 

A few nights 6ince, the boy spoken of 


above, came from his room, about a half- 
hour after retiring, in great distress of mind, 
on account of his sins ; and, while unburden- 
ing his mind to his mother, told her, that of 
late he had been unable to sleep because he 
felt that he was so sinful, and wished her 
to send a request for prayer to the Fulton 
Street Prayer Meeting, that he might become 
a Christian." 


A boy about 12 years old, said that he 
wished to ask prayer for two brothers that 
they may be converted. He said he hoped 
he had within a short time become a Chris- 
tian. He found the service of Christ to be 
his great delight. He loved the place of 
prayer. He could not bear that his brothers 
should remain away from Christ, and be 
without hope and God in the world. 


(&ffnt an Sabbat^ 5f&00ls- 

Facts of Salvation always Eloquent. — Sabbath Schools 
Aroused. — Reports in the Fulton Street Prater 
Meeting. — Sabbath School Scholars in Distress. — 
Schools turned into Prayer Meetings. — The Young 
Converted. — Juvenile Asylum. — Children asking 
Prayers. — Strong Place Baptist Church. — Laying a 
Child into the Saviour's Arms. — Boy. — Very Wicked. 
— "Wants help. — Gets it. 

" Daylight is going ! " 
The sun sinks low; 
"Work now is burdensome, 

The pulse beats slow. 
Life's sands are nearly run, 
Life work is nearly done, 
Night cometh swiftly on — 
How soon, none know! 



Nothing- is so eloquent on the subject of 
salvation as the eloquence of facts. If the 
influence of Scovell's death was great, as a 
means of the conversion of children, con- 
sidered in individual cases, it was much 
greater considered in bands and organiza- 
tions as in the Sabbath school. To show 
this, we quote from accounts of the Fulton 
Street Meeting published in the religious 

A gentleman stated, " that so earnest had 
appeared the spirit of inquiry among the 
children and youth of the Sunday school, 
that the pastor and teachers thought best to 
turn the Sunday school exercises of last 
Sunday afternoon into a prayer meeting. 
The parents were invited, and the body of 
the church was crowded. 

2G* ( 305 ) 


Many have obtained a hope of pardon 
through Jesus Christ. I had good reason to 
be thankful, for one daughter and two sons 
were among the number who were seeking 
the Lord. That night my house was a 
Bochim — a place of tears. But oh! what 
joy when we gathered for family worship 
next morning. There was I, who had walked 
for years alone, and that daughter, and two 
sons, all rejoicing in the joys of pardoned sin. 
One daughter — the only other child — re- 
mained out of the ark of safety. She was in 
great distress of mind. She, too, has since 
found deliverance and peace." 

Many of those children and some of those 
parents are now hopefully converted. 

" In the Strong Place Baptist Church, 
Brooklyn," tti ere is in progress a most glorious 
revival of religion. Great numbers of young 
people, especially, flock to the meetings. 
Large numbers of children in the Sabbath 
schools connected with the Church, are in- 
quiring with interest what they shall do to 
be saved." 

" Mr. Pardee, agent of the American and 


New York Sunday School Union, said : It is 
a time of uncommon and most manifest dis- 
play of the power of the Holy Spirit among 
the yonng of our city and the neighboring 
cities. It is probably true that in many of 
our Sunday schools there are many anxious 
scholars. Yesterday, the first school I went 
into, the superintendent told me that twelve 
of his pupils had lately become hopefully 
pious, and that many in the school were 

'Do you see,' said another superinten- 
dent, 'those three girls on the seat there?' 

I said, ' Yes.' 

'Well, their teacher has just been to me 

to tell me that they are now hoping that they 
have become Christians.' 

We have 450,000 in this city under 20, 
which is more than half of our entire popula- 
tion, and the tables of other cities will give a 
similar majority of population as being under 
20 years. It becomes, then, all who would 
do any thing to save those ' who are ready 
to perish,' to improve this day of merciful 
visitation to the young, of the influences of 
the Holy Spirit." 


A writer to the Fulton Street Meeting 

" On the first Sabbath of the month, after 
relating to the school an account of the 
triumphant death of Scovell H. McCollum, 
I requested all who desired an interest in 
Jesus, to remain for the purpose of prayer 
and religious conversation. ' Seven remained. 
Last Sabbath I repeated the invitation and 
the number was increased seven fold, forty- 
nine remaining. Pray especially for these 
forty-nine, that they may be led of the Spirit 
to give their hearts to Jesus Christ." 

A gentleman said : " I was at the Juvenile 
Asylum. Jrf was told that one night so many 
of the chj|k<en were in distress of mind, that 
the wafl^Kan told them that as many as 
wished religious conversation might go down 
into the superintendent's room. About forty 
went down. 

On Tuesday night a much larger number 
went down; and on Wednesday night the 
number of anxious children was so great, 
that after family worship the superintendent 
told them, that as many as were anxious 


about their souls might remain in the chapel. 
Out of the 450 to 500 children, 300 remained. 

The sight would have moved any heart. 
After some further instruction had been 
given, we then 6aid to them, that perhaps 
6ome of those boys might desire to pray, 
and if they did, they might then have the 
opportunity. Sixteen of those boys led in 

Another, said : " On the first Sabbath in 
March, more than forty adults and children — 
mostly children — made a public profession 
of religion, and sat down together to cele- 
brate the Lord's Supper." 

A gentleman said : "A few weeks ago I was 
in the meeting and asked pray or for a Sun- 
day school in the interior of Pennsylvania. 
To-day I am here to tell you how prayers 
have been answered. Almost immediately a 
revival began in the school, and many have 
been converted. Two of the converted little 
children have died in the triumphs of 
Christian faith, and have gone home to the 
glory of heaven. They left behind the 
sweetest, most precious testimony of their 
faith in Jesus." 


The following touching narrative is re- 
ferred to in the -first chapter of this book. 
The father of the little girl bears testimony 
to the influence of the simple story of Sco- 
vell's faith and triumphant death, as heard 
in her Sabbath school, in forming her beauti- 
ful religious character, and making her a 
subject of renewing grace a short time before 
her death. 


So said a little girl — a dear Sunday school 
scholar — to her weeping father, as he stood 
bending over her. It was a dreadful trial to 
him to JJfc.his precious little daughter lie 
there, breathing her life away — to be with 
him no more. 

4 Father, when will Jesus come?' the dying 
little girl again repeated. 

< We must wait with patience his time, my 
daughter,' was the sobbing reply of the 

'Yes, we will,' was the meek rejoinder of 
the submissive child. 


This little girl was about eleven years of 
age. She had the advantages of faithful 
parental instruction and Sunday school 
teaching. She was a docile little child. She 
drank in the lessons of the hour with an hum- 
ble, earnest spirit. In the recent religious 
interest among children she had been one of 
the first to feel the power of the Divine 
Spirit upon her heart, and she had, among 
others and with some of her companions, fled 
for refuge to lay hold of the hope set before 
her. She had taken sanctuary ii\ Jesus. 
She was now about to be called away from 
her Brooklyn home to her glorious home on 

She had not a shadow upon her believing, 
trusting heart. Not a doubt disturbed her. 
She was only anxious that Jesus should has- 
ten his coming. 

Her sickness was very sudden. Her 
coming to the gates of death was entirely 
unexpected by herself and the family. The 
summons had come as a thief in the night. 
The disease had made short work. It had 
been very severe, as well as hasty. 


When the superintendent of the Sunday 
school called upon her, on first hearing of 
her prostration, he asked her if she believed 
and could trust in Jesus as her own Saviour? 
She answered with seeming surprise at 
such a question: 'Why, yes! Why not trust 

When the physician's skill, and all that 
kind, loving hearts could do, failed and 
proved utterly unavailing to arrest or remove 
disease, it was announced that her stay on 
earth would probably be short. With much 
composure she replied: 

' I would like to stay a little longer with 
mother, but if God wishes me to go now, I 
think he will make me a little angel.' 

As time flew on, her parents and grand- 
parents, brothers and sisters, were all called 
into her room. 

After bidding them all good-bye, and 
kissing them, and telling them, one and all, 
to meet her in heaven, she asked her father 
to read a chapter in the Bible and to pray 
with her, which he did. She wished, also, 
some of her beautiful Sunday school hymns 


to be sung, and she endeavored to sing with 
the others, but her voice failed her. 

When the death angel seemed to be hov- 
ering near to cut the brittle thread of life, 
her father knelt down to commend her spirit 
to God, and, while on his knees praying, a 
convoy of angels csme and conveyed little 
Josephine to her happy home in heaven." 

A Virginia clergyman said he had been 
laboring a short time in his father's old 
parish, in Oneida county, in this State, where 
there had been from two hundred to two 
hundred and fifty conversions, twenty of 
whom were children. 

A man from Newark, N". J., said that in 
the Church to which he belonged, there had 
been upwards of sixty conversions — twenty- 
five of them being children. In several of 
the Churches of Brooklyn there have been of 
late some hopeful conversions, and most of 
them, in some Churches, were between 8 and 
15 years of age. 

From another place information was given 
of the conversion of 20 boys, all members of 
the same Bible class, and all making public 


profession of religion, and sitting down to 
the table of the Lord on the first Sabbath in 

From another place similar intelligence 
was received in regard to the conversion of 
IT members of one Sabbath school. 

A' business man said : " Last December, 
the 31st day, just as the sun was setting, I 
laid my little son, six and a half *pars old, 
from my arms over into his Saviour's arms; 
and he took him up to heaven. He had 
read, with the most intense interest, the story 
of Scovell Hay nes McColluin, and died in 
the same intelligent triumphant faith in Jesus 
Christ, assured that he was going to be for- 
ever with the Lord." 

Another speaker, said: "Last Sunday after- 
noon we turned our Sabbath school into a 
prayer meeting. Seventeen of the scholars 
arose for prayer. Oh !" said he, "I wish you 
'all could have been there. You would have 
felt that God had heard and was answering 
prayer. We have some hopeful conver- 

Yery nearly at the same time, a gentleman 


standing in the door-way, having no chance 
to get in, said: "I have a message to bear to 
this meeting. Last Sunday I was at the 
Juvenile Asylum, near the High Bridge. 
When the children were all assembled, I 
read to them the story of Scovell Haynes 
McCollum. Oh ! you should have seen, as I 
did, the tears stealing down the cheeks of 
those de$r children, as I read that melting 
and wonderful story." 

A gentleman said: "I must ask for your 
prayers. But let me tell you for what. I 
have asked you to pray for my Sunday 
school class. Last night I heard four of 
those lads telling what the Lord had done 
for them, in their conversion. Two others 
are awakened." 

Again, many are turning to the Lord. 
Whole Sabbath schools send for prayer. 
Whole Sabbath school classes are presented 
by their teachers as the subjects of prayer. s 

The vice superintendent of the Lee Ave- 
nue Sabbath school, now numbering 2,200 
scholars, came into the meeting and related 
some most touching facts, which had trans- 


pired in connection with their school, and 
asking that the school might be made the 
subject of special prayer. 

A gentleman spoke of a little boy, 13 years 
old, who came to the rooms about 9 o'clock 
in the morning. He was a fine looking, in- 
telligent lad, with a look of quiet anguish on 
his face, and seemed to be in a great hurry. 

"Can you tell me, sir," said he, "where 
the minister is?" 

"What minister?" 

"The minister who leads this Meeting 
every day." 

""What do you want of him?" 

"I want to ask him to please ask the 
Meeting to pray for me, for I am a very 
wicked boy." 

" "What makes you think you are a very 
wicked boy?" 

" I have such a wicked heart, and I do so 
want a better one." 

"Now, my dear boy, what has made you 
feel that you are so wicked and so to want a 
better heart?" 

" "Well, sir, I will tell you." But his tears 
choked his utterance. 


"Will yon tell me what first aroused you 
to think about your wicked heart?" 

"It was reading about Scovell H. McCol- 
lum, who died so happy." 

" Where did you read it?" 

"In the papers." 

"Where do you go to Sunday school?" 

"I did go to St. Ann's Episcopal Church, 

"Where do you live? " 

"In Madison street." 

"Where do you work?" 

"At No. — Broadway." 

He stood all this time weeping. We told 
him we would see that his requests for 
prayer were presented to the Meeting, and 
entreated him as soon as he got to the store 
to go to some private place for prayer, and 
give himself up to the Lord Jesus to be his 

Two days passed. Meantime the old 
superintendent of St. Ann's Episcopal Sab- 
bath school had come to the Meeting 
and inquired the name of the little boy of 

13 years, and when told that it was F 



M , "Oh!" said he, "I know him very 

well, and have known him for years;" and 
with great earnestness he started down Broad- 
way to his place of business. 

The day following he came into the Meet- 
ing and said : " You will all remember the 
case of the little boy 13 years old. Yesterday 
I called to see him. Oh ! I wish you could 
have seen the smile and the peace which was 
on his honest face as he met me." 

"Oh!" said he, "I have found Christ— I 
have found Christ! All is peace now." 

I inquired of him " when it was that he 
'first found the Saviour ?" 

He answered, "Yesterday noon." It was 
the same hour in which the Meeting was 
praying for him. 

" Oh ! thank the Lord for the conversion 
of my son," said one, " and pray for the con- 
version of a daughter. Bless the Lord, Oh ! 
my soul." 



We have Come to it. — Am to give Facts. — Persuasive 
Voice. — Salvation to Many. — The Half not told.— 
Guarded Statements. — Truth has Power. — All the 
Facts not known. — Scovell's Death a Ministry. — 
Prayers answered. — Not as expected. — Far beyond 
Faith in Asking. — The Ministry of the Dead Living. — 
Crown of Glory. — Day Closing. — Night at hand. — 
Appeal to Parents. 

'Daylight is going* — 

Daylight is gone! 
Night-fall has come at last, 

Day's work is done I 
Seek not to follow thou 
The soul in death laid low, 
Its fate thou canst not know- 
Is thy work done ? " 


j i» *> t r: n 


We have come to the conclusion of this 
little work. It has been our effort to get the 
facts together and let them speak for them- 
selves. They have a voice more persuasive 
than any other. It has been an object of 
paramount desire that these pages may be 
the means of doing good to children, to 
parents, to Sabbath schools, and to all who 
have the the care of children and youth. 
With all our diligence we may not have 
entirely escaped errors. We know of none. 
We have all confidence that truth generally 
pervades these pages. There has been no 
attempt at embellishment. There was need 
of none. Truth, as revealed in the ex- 
periences of converted little children, has a 
power to reach the hearts of others. 

It cannot fail that the impression will be 



made, on all candid minds, that God had 
great and glorious purposes to accomplish, 
in his sovereign mercy and grace, by answer- 
ing prayer for Scovell. 

The impression will be made, that God 
used his death as a means of grace to bring 
multitudes of dear lambs of the flock, into 
the fold of the good Shepherd. We have 
relied on the facts to produce this impres- 
sion. It should, however, be borne in mind, 
that no attempt has been made to give half 
the facts that have been known to us — and 
we probably have a right to conclude that 
but a small portion of the facts are as yet 
known, and never will be, until the secrets 
of all hearts shall be revealed. Yet if we 
judge only from what is known, we must 
conclude that the ministry of Scovell was a 
wonderful ministry — this ministry of his 
death. How wonderfully God answered the 
prayers which had been offered from his 
very birth, that he might be made the herald 
of salvation! He had been consecrated to 
God's service by countless acts of devotion. 

When the answer to prayer for his con- 


version and for his ministry of salvation 
came, it came in a manner all unlooked for 
by his parents, and in such a way that God 
should be abundantly glorified. 

But God's thoughts were not as their 
thoughts. He was carrying forward his 
gracious designs, in the salvation of dear, 
precious children. They were mourning in 
secret, while our heavenly Father was set- 
ting many gems in the Saviour's diadem, 
which shall be forever stars in His crown 
of celestial glory. The salvation of these 
children was all of wonderful grace. No 
such displays of mercy and grace had been 
asked. It was infinitely beyond all that had 
been looked for, even in the exercise of the 
most comprehensive faith. 

Why should not God have his own time 
and way of answering the prayer and faith 
of his people? God chose to give the preach- 
er a stand point, and give him the eloquence 
of an experience of His love far beyond that 
which is commonly allotted to the ripest, 
oldest, most experienced Christians. Thus 
the "angel preacher" was to gather up his 


power for a ministry, which shall bring 
many sons and daughters to glory. 

The facts narrated in this volume appeal 
earnestly to the hearts of Christian parents. 
Scovell became what he was, and was 
brought to his triumphant death, through 
the blessing of God upon the unceasing care 
and devotion of an earnest, praying mother. 
Who will not be encouraged and stimulated 
to like devotion, by this bright example of 
the faithfulness of God to all his covenanted 
mercies for those who love him, and for their 
children after them, and by the histories of 
redeeming love which have been recorded ? 
Christian parents ! Will you not be stirred 
up to earnest, believing prayer? Will you 
not consecrate your children anew, to the 
service of your heavenly Father ? Will you 
not learn and profit by the lessons which 
God has taught in the death of this dear boy, 
that when the death angel shall call for your 
household treasures, you may have like com- 
forts and consolations as have been meeted 
out in so much mercy to the parents of 
Scovell H. McCollum ?