Rev. Henry Allen Tupper ^{2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13}

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1. On the 14th of November, 1847, H. Allen Tupper and James P. Boyce were licensed to preach by the First Baptist Church in Charleston. on 14 Nov 1847 in Charleston, Charleston, SC.

2. He was educated at Madison University (now known as Colgate University) in 1848 in Hamilton, Madison, NY. ⁶

3. Residence: Age: 21 in 1850 in , Edgefield, SC. ¹⁰

4. Occupation: Pastor of Graniteville Baptist Church from 1850 to 1852 in Graniteville, Aiken, SC. ⁶

5. Occupation: Pastor of First Baptist Church, Washington, Georgia. from 24 Jun 1853 to Feb 1872 in Washington, Wilkes, GA. ⁶

6. The day Henry Tupper became minister, his father-in-law Ker Boyce, bought the house next to the church and gave it to Henry. It is now known as the Tupper-Barnett House. on 24 Jun 1853 in Graniteville, Aiken, SC.

7. Residence: Age: 32 in 1860 in , Wilkes, GA. ¹¹

8. Residence: Age: 42 in 1870 in Washington, Wilkes, GA. ¹³

9. Occupation: Baptist Foreign Mission Board in Feb 1872 in Richmond, Richmond, VA. ¹

10. Residence: Age: 52 Marital Status: Married; Relation to Head of House: Self in 1880 in Richmond, Henrico, VA. ⁷

11. Book: The Baptist Encyclopaedia: Biography of Henry Allen Tupper, 1883. ¹⁴
Henry's biography and photo can be read at: http://books.google.com/books?q=Tupper,+Henry+Allen,+D.+D.&id=JpDVYXtSxiAC.

12. Book: The National Cyclopaedia of American Biography: Biography of Henry Allen Tupper, 1891. ⁶
Tupper, Henry Allen, clergyman and author, was born in Charleston, S. C., Feb. 29, 1828. He is related to Martin Farquhar Tupper, the author of "Proverbial Philosphy." His father was the chief builder of the South Carolina railroad, and long its president. Graduating from Madison University, Hamilton, N. Y., in 1850, he was pastor of Graniteville, S. C., and for twenty years at Washington, Ga., with an interval as chaplain of the 9th Georgia regiment during the war.

Always deeply interested in missions, and prevented from going to Japan in 1859, he has, since February, 1872, been secretary of the foreign mission board of the Southern Baptist convention, which has 150 missionaries in China, Japan, Africa, Mexico, Brazil, and southern Europe; is vice-president of the trustees of the Richmond College, and president of the board of trustees of the Female Institute. Two of his sons are in the Baptist ministry. He has published "Foreign Missions of the Southern Baptist Convention" (1880); "A Century of the First Baptist Church of Richmond, Va." (1880); "Truth in Romance" (1887); "Two Centuries of the First Baptist Church of South Carolina;" "The Carpenter's Son;" and "A Decade of Foreign Missions" (1880-90). He received the degree of D.D. from Madison University, in 1870.

13. Residence: Age: 72 Marital Status: Widowed; Relation to Head of House: Boarder in 1900 in Richmond, Henrico, VA. ⁹

14. Book: Virginia Baptist Ministers: Diary entries of Henry Allen Tupper, 1902. ¹

HENRY ALLEN TUPPER 1828-1902

Autobiography is probably the best biography. A request once came to Dr. Tupper from a magazine for a sketch of his life. In declining the request he said : "A man's true life can not go on paper, and one not true should not go." Yet a record of his life, which Dr. Tupper wrote, probably with no idea of publication, ought to be published. Until that is done, the extracts which follow give interesting pictures of a noble and highly useful life.
"I am impressed by the truth which is hinted in consciousness, made plain by reason, and clearly stated in the Word of God, that every man must give an account of himself unto God.

. . . According to the family Bible, I was born in Charleston, S. C, on the 29th of February, 1828. Believing in a minute Providence, I presume that there was some reason why I should be born in Leap Year, but as I have never noticed anything in my life or character which seemed to have any relation to this odd period of time, not even the oddness for which many of my father's family were noted, I shall pass by my natal day, which, during my boyhood, was always specially celebrated, with the mere record of its date.


"I do not believe in the transmission of grace, but in my anxious desire and hope with regard to myself, as a child of God, I can not but feel a lively satisfaction that the whole of my mother's family, so far as I know of them, were godly people. I knew my maternal grandmother and can testify as to her pious living and hopeful dying. The journal of my grandfather, Jacob Yoer, breathes throughout the spirit of divine grace, which accords with the evidence of my noble mother, who never tires of her praises of her father's deep and devoted spiritual character. He counseled his children to read the Bible on their knees. They were both Charlestonians by birth and members of the First Baptist Church of that city. Their remains are lying in the yard of that church.

. . . My great-grandmother, on my mother's side, I shall die believing that I recollect. For many years this notion was a subject of laughter in the family, but I could never be laughed out of the testimony of my memory, in which I have always had more confidence than in any other of my mental faculties. The Nullification of 1832 I remember perfectly - the preparing of cockades and sticks, the smuggling in of boxes of arms, the drilling of the boys, the street fights, and the popular songs, one of which was :
'H-- is a gentleman,
Who rides in a gig;
P-- is a blackguard
That runs on a pig.'

. . . "The birth of my brother, Tristram, who is some three years my junior, I distinctly remember - rather, I distinctly remember that I cried for the baby and wished to lock him up in what was called 'my top drawer.'

. . . In the Lutheran churchyard of Charleston the epitaphs of these pious great-grandparents, who were natives of Heidelberg, may be read.

. . . If I can not hope for a godly life on the ground of the peculiar piety of my mother's family, may I not possibly trace the ardent sentiments of my heart as a Baptist with regard to religious liberty to my ancestry of 'obstinate Lutherans', and with regard to missions, to the fact that three or more successive generations of my father's family were devoted to this work? The record of my father's family is a document over forty feet long and tracing the family through some 500 members to the year 1551, when they were driven by Charles V from Hesse Cassel to England, and . . . the Island of Guernsey.

. . . The records show that Thomas Tupper, who was born in Sandwich, England, and who came to this country before 1637, was greatly interested in the welfare of the Indians . . . Died March 28, 1676, aged upwards of 98 years. His wife died this same year, aged 90. . . . [He] filled various offices, besides giving much of his time to the work of gospelizing the Indians.

. . . Tupper appears in the original form as Toppfer . . . called Toiitperd in France, and by corruption Toupard in the Netherlands, whilst in Germany and England and America the name assumed the form so familiar to the public as the designation of the author of 'Proverbial Philosophy.'

. . . The Family Records show . . . the motto on the Coat of Arms of the family, 'L'espoir est me force.'

. . . It is written of Thomas Tupper, Sr. : 'A town meeting 6 mo., 7, 1644, warned by order of the Selectmen to take course for repairing the meeting-house; whereupon divers persons engaged freely to pay in goods and merchantable Indian corn the next April to Thomas Tupper for as many bolts as would shingle the old meeting-house. The church was composed of Mr. Tupper and ten others . . . He officiated without ordination for a time . . . then he turned his attention to the Indians . . . At this period, 1767, Mr. Elisha Tupper . . . was engaged in missionary efforts among the Indians.

. . . Even in these early times these independent folk did not like to be taxed for the gospel . . . In 1745 Medod Tupper and twenty-four others attending a meeting in the meeting house in the western part of the town were petitioners to be excused from paying for the support of Mr. Fessendon.


. . . "My father, Tristram Tupper, settled in Charleston, S. C, in 1810, when he married my mother, Eliza Yoer (original name, Joyer), in 1816, and died with the fall of the city of his love, to whose interests he had been devoted for more than half a century, in 1865. For sixty years the Commission House of T. Tupper, and T. Tupper and Sons, which for many years sold most of the produce sent from Louisiana to Charleston, was the synonym of commercial honor and ability. My father was the author and finisher of the South Carolina Railroad from Charleston to Augusta. Ga., which, when completed, was the longest railroad in the world, and of which he was president for many years. Mainly through his influence the First Baptist Church edifice, one of the finest structures in the city, was built.

. . Excepting my eldest brother, born in 1817, all of my nine brothers and sisters, with myself, were born in the old home, No. 52 Tradd Street. And a happy home it was.

My father was a wise man. His maxims of wisdom were strikingly original. When I was going away from home he wrote on a sheet of paper : 'Virtue is happiness ; vice is misery.' When the children departed from wisdom's way they found a standing rebuke in the life and character of their father.

. . . My mother was one of the most beautiful and intellectual women I ever knew. Her parents sent her from Charleston to be educated in Philadelphia, where she gave much attention to the Fine Arts and formed the acquaintance of some of the most distinguished men of the times. My mother's journal, in several quarto volumes, which she kept for nearly two-thirds of a century, will be, and is, I presume, the completest history extant of Baptist affairs in Charleston.

. . . The great longing of mother's heart was the intellectual and religious education of her children, while a breach of decorum was almost a crime in her eyes. Her own manners were loveliness itself, and she controlled more powerfully by her smiles than she could have done with a rod of iron. Father seldom commended. My father was a man of few, direct words

. . . Thomas Tupper 'ranted,' says the Annals, and was touched with fanaticism. My father was the antipode of this, but his children are not like their paternal parent. I know that naturally I am given to hyperbole. My father was the most accurate man, in all business, I ever knew.

. . . At table and in the family circle money was rarely or never mentioned. To speak of the cost of things and the like was regarded a lack of good taste, rather it was never done because somehow it had never been done and we never thought of doing it.

. . . In my father's office the lessons of business order and carefulness were positive and vigorous. A clerk would have been instantly dismissed for making the least deviation in the price of any commodity for sale. . My father made all of his boys keep petty cash books.

. . . In the midst of my college course he took me into his office, much to the distress of mother and my own dissatisfaction, and kept me there for two years and until I became the bookkeeper. This I regard now as the most important two years of my education

. . . For thirty years I have kept a cash book and can tell at any time my income and expenditure at any period during that time. Last year I had occasion to inquire on a point of that kind, and in a few minutes I found that in twenty years I had expended some $250,000, of which amount some $110,000 had been given to the Lord.

. . . The counsel which my father gave to all his sons was : 'Avoid, if possible, all money responsibilities for others.' Before he would take a son into business - and five of them were first and last in the firm of T. Tupper and Sons - he made him agree in writing that he would never endorse a note, out of the regular order of the business. He would never advise a son to go into a bank or any business of the kind.

. . . Scarcely a week passed in my childhood and youth that company was not invited to the house. Mother's rule was that all children should be seen. No child was allowed to run when company called or came on invitation. If we did no more, we had to come in and bow and retire.

. . . Most of us made several trips to the North in our youth, and all of the family have since, I believe, delighted in this recreation. I became too fond of company and the dance, and could in my younger days only check the love of society by the conviction that its excess is hurtful to better things.

. . . "At three years old I went to the infant class of the First Baptist Church, under the pastorate then of Rev. Basil Manly, Sr., in which school I remained until I went to Madison University to study theology. In this school I made the acquaintance of Jas. P. Boyce and of his sister, now my wife, and by whose influence I was led to take a class in the Sabbath school even before I had made a profession of Christ. I only remark here that the pointed questions of my pupils excited very solemn inquiries in my mind.

. . . One of the prominent features of the school was the Mite Box to raise money for the heathen. My Sunday-school teacher was my first day-school instructor. Her method was peripatetic, as we learned our alphabet and our spelling walking around a circle and singing out the letters and the syllables in more or less musical or unmusical accent. To two other ladies I went to school before I was eight years old: Mrs. Hitchborn, a neighbor, who used to give me cracked sugar when I cried, and Mrs. Levy Yates, whose school was located on the edge of the water, which is now covered by the Park or South Battery, and from which water I was once rescued when drowning, although I begged my rescuer to save my hat first that mother might not know that I had been in to swim. A penalty of the was to stand up on a chair and read the Bible, which reading was not always done with the most seemly state of mind. Being laughed at when in that elevated position by two girls, I jumped down, and, holding their heads together, kissed them both, for which offense one of the young ladies, now Mrs. B. P., did not forgive me for many years. Another penalty was being locked up in the pantry. When thus incarcerated I forced an apple whole into my mouth, which forbidden fruit had to be cut out piece by piece.

. . . In a copy of Goldsmith's Natural History, which I received as a prize, I see that I was at Rev. Dyer Ball's school in 1836, when I was eight years old. Dr. Ball, shortly after this, went to Asia, where he was a missionary for many years. As I was too young to recite with the boys, I 'said my lessons' downstairs to Mrs. Ball with her two little girls, Mary and Caroline. . While at this school I had a little moral experience which may not be out of place. On the inside of a drawer of an old washstand, which may be seen now in the attic of our old home in Charleston, are the figures 2068. That number indicates the marbles which I had won, and which the drawer contained. My sister asking me, 'What is the difference between winning marbles and gambling?' I took my spoils to school and divided them among the boys, and since that day have never offered or received a wager.

. . . At the High School my most intimate friend was Henry Hannibal Timrod, the Poet. His middle name he subsequently omitted. He was the most passionate, the most high spirited, the most eloquent boy I knew. . His lofty honor was a constant inspiration to my soul. His love of the beautiful and the true made my mother to admire him as the companion of her boy. At this time I excelled in sports, running, riding, dancing, swimming, pistol shooting, etc. I was more noted for them than as a student. While I was at Charleston College there were three presidents : Colonel Finley, Judge Mitchell King, and Dr. Wm. T. Brantley.

. . . I have nothing to be proud of in my college course. Imbibing skeptical notions, I preached them to knots of students as I had opportunity. When I repented I tried to undo the mischief. About this time I took to public lecturing on Temperance, though but a boy. In this I received at least the benefit of being taken down by seeing my dear grandmother weeping while I was telling a funny story and by being told that the 'puff' in the next day's Courier was written before my address was delivered. "After our conversion, Boyce and I started for Madison University. In New York we heard from Dr. Conant that we must make up a quarter's Hebrew in three weeks, as the Senior Class had studied it the last term. Boyce's eyes being weak, he returned home and married. I hastened to Hamilton, engaged a private tutor, with whom I went through Genesis' Hebrew Grammar, in the time allotted. In this study I believe I stood respectably, as Dr. Conant told me I made a mistake in not accepting the chair of Hebrew in Furman University. My intercourse with Drs. Kendrick, Conant, Eaton, Maginnis, and others, and, above all, with the sainted Dr. Kendrick, Sr., though bedridden, was a good education in itself.

. . . At the University the spirit of missions was ablaze . . .

I was corresponding secretary of the Society of Inquiry, which tended to strengthen my resolve to give myself to the work of preaching Jesus to the nations. I received from the University the degrees of A. B., A. M., and D. D.

. . . "In 1837 Dr. Fuller preached in our church from the words : 'My son, give me thy heart.' I wept until I was ashamed. Until I became a professor of religion I was constantly afraid, on going to church, that I would be convicted' and expose myself to the people. This fear often made me seek the gallery, though contrary to the rule of the family.

. . . Dr. Fuller, with Mr. Crawford, the pastor of the First Church, and Mr. Wyer, was conducting a protracted meeting. I went to the door, but was afraid to enter. Next morning before breakfast I went and took my seat by the door. Mr. Crawford came to me. The devil took possession of me and I began with my skeptical arguments. He sent Mr. Wyer to me. Though very tender and affectionate, he finally arose and said : 'Young man, your infidelity will damn you.' I was greatly offended. Instead of going home to breakfast, I walked out of town full of anger and with the words ringing in my heart - 'Will damn you.' I concluded that I would be damned.

. . . I went again to the meeting. Dr. Fuller spoke to me. Sent Mr. Wyer to me, who said : 'You are not far from the Kingdom,' but I knew that I would be damned . . talked wildly to mother about my sins and ruin. Went to father's office, paced up and down the back store praying for deliverance. Tut (my brother Tristram) came in dancing and singing. I burst into tears and told him: 'I will be damned, but you must not!' I made him kneel down and prayed for him. Then 1 hid myself in the hayloft and poured out my distressed spirit to God. Going home, I found that Dr. Fuller had left for me James' Anxious Inquirer.

. . . The devil again entered me. I vowed I would not go again to hear Dr. Fuller and I would resist salvation even if it were forced upon me. Mother chided me kindly but wisely. My conscience pricked me. My sins seemed like a mountain crushing me to perdition. I read The Anxious Inquirer almost all night. I was relieved and alarmed. The idea of a false hope terrified me. In the morning I went to the Inquiry Meeting. In reply to my fears Dr. Fuller said: If you go to hell I will go with you and we shall preach Jesus there until they turn us out, and then where will we go?' For several weeks I was bowed down because I could not feel my sins. On Sunday night I went to hear Mr. Francis Johnson. He preached on 'The Law of God.' I was overwhelmed and fell down on my knees in the pew and burst into tears

. . . Next morning I went to see Mr. Johnson. He said I was converted as much as he. I protested. He bade me go to my closet and plead before God the fulfillment of his promise in the 9th verse of Romans X. I did so. I believed and rejoiced in the word: 'Thou shalt be saved.' The whole world was changed. It was a delight to live. I could have encompassed the universe in my love.

. . . At the church door next day I saw _____. I offered him my hand. In an hour or so he rode up and handed me a note, asking if my hand was offered as a retraction of the insult of cutting his acquaintance. I drew him upstairs and implored him to repent and believe. I carried him to see Dr. Fuller. We prayed together and were baptized together by Dr. Fuller on the evening of the 17th of April, 1846.

. . . The night I was baptized Dr. Fuller said to the congregation : 'This young man wants to go to Africa, but we need him at home.'

. . . Dr. Fuller preached nightly for six weeks. Some 500 converts. Two hundred joined Baptist churches. Our daily sunrise prayer-meetings continued for two years, until all of us who led went away to study for the ministry. After his conversion Mr. Tupper passed through a period of doubt and anguish. He questioned his conversion and refused to hear a voice that called him to the gospel ministry. At last, however, he came out into a large place where there was peace and joy. His journal continues : "When I was a little boy I used to play 'preaching' in the attic story, the children being the congregation and I the preacher. I often told my friends that I intended being a lawyer until I was thirty years old and then I would enter the ministry, as Dr. Fuller did.

. . . Long before I had any notions of religion I used to practice my gifts as a preacher in my room. I was deeply interested in the saving of souls, and felt no stronger desire than to see the world brought to Jesus. I thought seriously on the matter and determined to give myself to the work. Finally, through the influence of Brother Kendrick, it was concluded that Boyce and I go to Madison University, Hamilton, New York.

. . . Of all the preachers who made deep impressions at Hamilton, Dr. Fuller was the greatest. I doubt if there was his equal in the pulpit since the days of the Apostle Paul. But my head is swallowed up by my heart whenever I think or speak of this, my father in the Lord. My course was in the midst of the fierce struggle which resulted in the founding of Rochester University.

. . . God overruled the storm and Hamilton was saved while Rochester was gained.

. . . "On November 1, 1849, I was married at Kalmia, S. C, the summer residence of Hon. Kerr Boyce, to his pious and intelligent daughter, Nannie Johnstone. I had known her from early childhood. We were reared in the same Sabbath school. Our parents' pews in the church were almost opposite to each other. Frequently she dressed in white. I often thought that the garb was a fit and beautiful emblem of her simple and pure character. The plainness of her dressing was always to be noted in view of the fact that she was literally doted on by her father, who was probably the wealthiest man in the city, and known by all to be devoted to his children. She was really 'the pious, consistent little member of the church.' She visited the poor, sought children for the Sabbath school, and was ready for every good word and work.

. . . I was called to the pastorate of the Baptist Church at Graniteville, S. C., was ordained pastor of the church, by Rev. Wm. Hard and Rev. Mr. Brooks, on the first Sabbath of the year 1850. My work at Graniteville was partly missionary and entirely gratuitous and this greatly delighted me. It was a first love indeed. Fresh from the University, my habits of study were continued and I gave much time to the study of the Scriptures. In the afternoon I usually preached an expository sermon, and in this way took the church through most of the epistles of the New Testament. On Saturday night I met with as many as would attend and examined them on the Scripture expounded the Sabbath before.

. . . My health seemed to fail . . . I had to spend the winter of 1852 in Florida. Dr. Geddings, of Charleston, said I must never preach again.

. . . "Entered upon the pastorate of the Baptist Church at Washington, Ga., in the spring of 1853.

. . . There we had the loveliest of homes. There a devoted church, in which I never noticed a ripple of discontent, loved us. and a whole town called me Bishop.

. . . Washington is one of the oldest towns in Georgia. It was named when Washington was a colonel. The streets were made narrower to give better defense against the Indians. . Between the denominations the utmost cordiality prevailed. . The whole community became a spiritual family. No man could be more perfectly identified with a place than I was with 'dear old Washington.' For many years I preached three times on the Sabbath.

. . . For some fourteen years I preached on Sunday afternoon to the children. Phi Upsilon became an institution of Washington. It was, as the mystic name signifies, a Literary Temperance Society. The meetings were held in a cottage in my grove. Grove extensive . . some three hundred cedars that I had planted . garden flowers. 'Labyrinth' modeled after that of ancient Crete. . Grounds thrown open to the public. . Before the War I preached every Sunday and Tuesday night to the colored people and had appointments on the plantations in the vicinity. This was service in which my heart rejoiced.

. . . I had a large colored membership and many of them devoted Christians. . My morning sermons were prepared with care. Friend B , an elder in the Presbyterian Church, would criticize them as too abstract. But I could not or did not reform. Revivals of the most blessed kind were enjoyed. . The monthly Concert of Prayer for the salvation of the world was regularly kept up.

. . . The church was thoroughly indoctrinated on the subject of missions, as their large contributions indicated. But frankness requires me to say that in the report of those donations were included my support of a missionary among the Indians and another in Africa, or amounts equivalent to such support.

. . . I felt myself greatly indebted for a criticism on my early preaching at W , viz. : that I talked to sinners as if I were mad. Our house, an imposing building, was a square edifice on a very high foundation approached by winding steps in front and surrounded by a colonnade on all four sides that reached from the lower floor to the balustrade which rose above the roof of the house.

. . . Grounds extensive, some fifteen acres in pleasure grounds and useful meadow.

. . . Children trained at home or in private schools.

. . . A trip to Europe made a momentary break in our Washington life.

. . . My library was of good quality, some 1,500 volumes; the children fond of reading. There were few things that we cared for or coveted beyond our constant reach, save more knowledge of Jesus, more experience of his love, and more perfect assurance of our election and calling. But, happy as I was, I felt that I might be more usefully employed.

. . . The subject of missions haunted me. As chairman of the Executive Committee on Missions, formed by the Georgia Association, I had something to do to supply missionaries and sustain them, but I wanted more.

. . . Finally I formed the plan of a self-sustaining colony to Japan. I paid two visits to Dr. Taylor (Cor. Sec. F. M. Bd.) at Richmond, Va. I corresponded with the United States Ministers in the East.

. . . Some $250,000 would be invested for the benefit of the mission. But the way was not clear; the War came on, and the cherished plan, like my others for missionary work, was unrealized.

. . . "In the principles on which the War was fought I was a South Carolinian thoroughly imbued. I went down to Sullivan's Island in the boat which bore the orders of General Beauregard to open fire on Fort Sumter and stayed behind the battery and along the beach until Major Anderson's garrison, who fought like heroes, mounted the battlement and threw up their hands in surrender. I received from President Davis a commission as chaplain of the North Georgia Regiment, but declined any compensation.

. . . "To breakfast at ten o'clock is not very usual in camp, yet the 9th Georgia has been so fashionable to-day. As ordered, we left late encampment yesterday morning and pitched tents here between Centerville and Fairfax. Rain on way, but pleasant meditation on Psalm XXXIV, 7. Great comfort and sublimity in the things of Almighty power and love stretched over the universe, and under whose shadow the children of men are allowed to trust. After wet time in getting up tent, I had just got snugly ensconced between my blankets when horsemen rode rapidly up to staff tents, and soon I heard from guard : 'We are ordered off.' About nine, the regiment started with rapid march. Whither, none knew; but enough for the soldier, 'A fight on hand.' No water, no provisions taken, in excessive haste. Chaplain stopped at door and filled canteen and brought a partly eaten pone of stale corn bread. The night black and stormy. Rain came down in a flood. Couldn't see 'hand before the face.' Separated from regiment, let horse pilot way, though started and jumped and whirled round ever and anon, at what I knew not, and she probably as wise. Road to Fairfax C. H. the left, to Fairfax Junction right, at intersection; but which the regiment would take I had no idea, and had no idea that would see road when got to crossing. Fortunately halted there by picket, who directed to the right. Soon ran into rear of column and all together we tumbled along. I know no more expressive word. The road like sHme. The rain unabated, the darkness above, the same because it could not be blacker. Men tumble down and walked upon ; shoes drawn off by mud ; several pistols and one sword lost. Still the line crowds on to Fairfax Junction, where arrive about 1 a. m. after such a march as even the severely taxed 'Ninth' has never had and will probably never have again. No one has ever experienced the like - seen such a night, had such a march, and, on the whole, been in such a press of circumstances. And when we arrived the announcement is issued from headquarters: 'No need of regiments. . . Fight over and enemy repulsed.' Next order: 'Take the woods and return in morning to camp.' With great difficulty fires are kindled. And there we stood all night in rain - drenched and searching and looking for the day. Never (lid the light look so beautiful, but the most beautiful of sights was our 'camp' again after the remarch, which was made in quick time, and the half dry and hungry 9th made first for their mess chests, at which they got about 10 A. M.

. . . My thoughts, in that horrible darkness and storm, were above this world, I hope. The glorious wings seemed stretched over me. No thought of evil to myself entered my mind. Application to War Department for release from Commission and permit to preach to the Confederate Troops in South Carolina and Georgia. Answer next day. Another start for old Charleston, where arrived the 15th. . Began work at Trapman Hospital.

. . . Sick at home those weeks.

. . . Hearing that the Morris Street Baptist Church sold for a silver factory - think of it!

. . . I purchased it from the purchaser in the name of my Master . . and opened the 'Soldiers' Chapel.' Had the happiness of preaching to my old regiment, the 9th Georgia. Stationed at James Island. The meeting with those war-worn men was delightful. Their religious condition is most gratifying. Fifty have been converted. Some waiting now for baptism.
"In January, 1872, the news came to me like a flash in a cloudless sky that I had been elected Corresponding Secretary of the Board of Foreign Missions of the Southern Baptist Convention. My mind seemed fixed that I would never quit my church for any other or for any professorship or even any secretaryship. Surely I had been well tested in the near twenty years of my pastorate. But here was something different ; here was perhaps the realizing of all my missionary hopes and preparations. . But, per contra, the breaking up of our home, the quitting of the church, the tearing away from the delightful associations.

. . . The thought was appalling. But I resolved that I would do God's will and rejoice in the sacrifice.

. . . I preached to the united churches from Phil. 4:1. . Then the Lord's Supper was celebrated, then the heart-rending scene. I was made ill. The doctor said I must go to bed, but instead I took the train for Richmond as the only hope of redeeming my promised acceptance.

"I went to Richmond in February (1872). The family did not come on until June. Two things I always thought were needed by a family - a house of their own for the living and a 'long home' for the dead. I secured a beautiful lot at Hollywood, and not long after the purchase we laid to rest there our little Kate.

. . . I asked God to give me the house on Capitol Street (1002) which I frequently passed. It seemed so substantial, so quiet, so respectable, so homelike. It was bought. Before the family arrived it was thoroughly renovated and furnished. . Nannie and the children were delighted.

. . . The people were abundantly kind, and now Richmond seems truly 'our home.' . The 'Old First' is a grand church. I love my work there, lecturing weekly on the Sabbath-school lesson.

. . . I feel much interest in our Educational affairs as a trustee of Hollins Institute, Richmond College, and the Richmond Female Institute. The University of Virginia has been a standard and a stimulant which should immortalize Jefferson in the grateful memory of the state and country.

. . . On the four Boards to which I belong there are not a few fine spirits. . In quitting Charleston and Washington I could have found no more delightful and profitable home for my family than the beautiful city of seven hills on the bank of the romantic and historic James.

. . . All, beyond necessary and comfortable living, I have given away . . . I believe the money accounts of the Mission Rooms are kept with absolute precision. My rule and direction is that, should death overtake me any day, there would be nothing in my affairs as Corresponding Secretary which would require the least explanation.

. . . First meeting of the Board. In reply to the president's address I merely said : T have come because you called me, and I shall do all I can for the cause of missions.' At the public 'designation,' at the Second Church, I presented my views more fully. Dr. Jeter had said: 'We have called you to think for us.'

. . . Office in back rooms of the First Baptist Church. Later No. 1112 Main Street.

. . . Scarcely had I entered upon my work before some $6,000 had to be raised to get off to China a missionary company of eleven or twelve persons. Appeals were made and money came, which made me bless God.

. . . On the heels of this another extra work had to be done. The Rome Church must have a chapel. At the Convention at Raleigh, N. C, the $20,000 asked for was readily secured.

. . . In my position many things must come and die in my breast. I feel called of God to conduct some things between a second part and Him alone. Women's Missionary Societies have been organized over the country. The Mite Box impressed me when I was a little child in the Sabbath school.

. . . Dr. Burrows said to me when I took charge of this work : 'How can every member of every Baptist Church of the South be induced to give something regularly to the cause of Foreign Missions ?' This I have kept constantly in mind.

. . The editing of the Journal saves expense and gives me a better opportunity of communicating directly with the churches.

. . . My sketches of missionaries and their work I hoped would quicken the interest of the churches, as they did, I believe. . My tours among the churches are delightful in some respects but great crosses in others. The long absence from my family and the Mission Rooms is a serious trial. I try to make the missionaries feel that I am one of them. They certainly seem like my family - my family in the Lord. Their sorrows are my sorrows. Their joys are my joys. . When I retire from my desk I do not retire from my thoughts and longings in reference to this great enterprise. "Last night two nights' sleep seem to have packed themselves into one - so sound and sweet it was. It was not dead sleep, but deep slumber full of pleasant visions.
. . . I told the girls that a complete drama passed through my mind during the night which was so vivid that I could repeat it. They said playfully : 'That was naughty, papa, for Sunday night.' I retorted : 'Perhaps the scene opened at five minutes after twelve.' . . To amuse the children I have written out my dramatic dream in five scenes of some 650 lines.

. . . Several attacks of hay fever. Severer the fever, more active the brain. Ordinarily I could not have written the drama in one day.

. . . Laws of society: (1) Courtesy to men; (2) Chivalry to women; (3) Tenderness to children; (4) Truth to all.

. . . This afternoon and evening were seasons of rare enjoyment. About 3 o'clock we went on Cecilian Hill [near Mountain Lake], and while we were enveloped in mist the valleys below were flooded with light. This view was soon changed into a landscape of most exquisite beauty, as mountains and valleys were painted with the most varied azure hues. Bowing the head to the ground the prospect was almost heavenly; we were bound to it as if by enchantment, and wished the whole world could witness it. About sunset we ascended Bald Knob. On the west we had the rare view of the valley filled with sun-white mist, which seemed a picture of the Arctic regions, in the midst of which and far below us was a distinct and perfect rainbow. When we reached the Knob a dark cloud, fringed with gold, covered the sun. Gradually the splendid light poured through until suddenly the barrier gave way and the God of Day in superlative grandeur burst upon our vision and glorified all around with ineffable magnificence. There was dead silence. Tears flowed down our cheeks. Instinctively we knelt upon this sublime altar, and our overflowing hearts were poured out to the Lord of the heavens and the earth.

. . . Attended Sabbath school and spoke to the children.

. . . I tried to preach the sermon to the children to my own soul. . It is impossible to record my experience of the last twenty-four hours - coldness in prayer, indifference in reading God's word, deceptions of the devil.

. . . Yet I cling to Jesus. Away from Him, lost forever.

. . . My last play day at Mountain Lake.

. . . I thank God for what Mountain Lake has done for me. "Resumed my study of Italian.

. . . Resolved that by God's grace I shall pursue a more thorough and more systematic study of the Scriptures.

. . . January 6. Motto for the year: 'Looking Unto Jesus.' Left home on 4th of February and returned the 12th of April. I presume I traveled some 4,000 miles and preached some 50 times.

. . . Tuesday I go to the S. B. C. I know not the future, which seems sometimes quite shadowy. I go 'looking unto Jesus.' . . . Over $10,000 returned. April 30. Some $4,000 during my absence. The amount I labored and prayed for was $14,000. Bless God.

. . . I told Treasurer to tell Convention that I had put down my salary to $2,000.
. . . Received check for $10,000 from a friend for missions as a loan with only my name as security. . My book is finished - the result of the hay-fever seasons. . Sent to Publication Society 'Truth in Romance.' Before I die I hope to give a very different kind of book to the world. It is boiling in my heart.

. . . I have begun to work with carpenters' tools with my little boy, and am reading the New Testament through every 26 days, 10 chapters a day.

. . . I shall not begin to write until I can see the whole book through at a glance. The remaining days of the month, viz. : the Sundays, I propose to read the Old Testament - 17 chapters each Sunday.

. . . In looking over my books I find that from 1854 to 1883 I received of the Lord on account of income $279,500.98 and donated in the time 124,541.39 and used for other purposes $154,959.59 . After two months of delight [at Marquette. Lake Superior] we turn our faces homeward. Have done little study. Have read several works : Agassiz's two series of Geological Sketches, St. Giles' Lecture on The Faiths of the World, Mathews on Use and Abuse of Words, Alcott's Emerson. Thomas a Kempis' Imitation, etc., and prepared address for 200th anniversary of the First Church. Charleston. S. C.

"The Board has appointed me their Commissioner to go to Mexico to investigate the propositions in regard to the $150,000 for school purposes.

. . . After our long and severe struggle we close our books to-day out of debt and $144.61 on hand Laus Deo.

. . . Have preached four times to the hotel company. Hope that good has been done. I thank God for the tears I saw last Sunday . . . I begin to-morrow my Spanish studies with more energy.

. . . Have written appeals for 14 papers.

. . . Heavy obligations press the Board.

. . . It is well not to have committed to paper the bitter experiences of the past six months.

. . . On Monday the 5th, T. P. Bell, of South Carolina, was appointed my assistant. His coming promises broader work for the Board . . . In seventy days have visited thirty-five cities and done what I could by day and by night in the states belonging to the S. B. Convention. . To-day T finished 'The Carpenter's Son,' the fourth book I have prepared for the press in my vacations. . After writing 'Finis' to the book, I ascended Mt. Agassiz, the second time this season, by way of recreation. The view there as a thing of beauty is a joy forever.

. . . Came here [New York] by request, as member of a committee representing some 70 Foreign Missionary Boards and Societies in England and America, to prepare program for a World's Missionary Meeting to be held next June in London. L has given me a copy of Thomas a Kempis. . Oh, that I had continued to read this sacred wisdom since the days I first became acquainted with the work - in the childhood of my religious life.

. . . February 29, 1888. Fifteenth birthday and beautiful presents. Shall I see sweet sixteen? . . . I have started a 'Decade of Missions from 1880 to 1890' as a supplement to my 'History of Foreign Missions.'

. . . How changed all of life! October 12th, at 2 a. m., the noblest woman of earth went into sleep . . . A world with the world's best treasure gone. My earthly light - alas, alas ! . . . My earthly joy is to honor the memory of this noblest of women, truest of wives, most devoted of mothers, and most consecrated of Christians.

. . . Alas, alas ! my dear friend and brother, James Boyce, is gone. A prince has fallen in Israel. . The present state of our finances would be alarming but for two things - the Commission and the Divine Promises.

. . . Attended the Maryland Union. The address at Baltimore was almost extemporaneous after roaming for an hour over streets in agony of prayer. I committed myself entirely to the will of the Spirit, and could no more report what I said than I could fly.

. . . Unveiling of Lee's statue. A day never to be forgotten. One hundred thousand do honor to the great chieftain.

. . . Met a bevy of children and tried to teach them what the wisest might say every night : "Now I lay me down to sleep . . . "

. . . "September 26, 1893 . . . With the close of the last fiscal year of the Foreign Mission Board, the unprecedented sum of $150,000 having been raised in commemoration of the Centenary of the Revival of Foreign Missions, I felt it my duty to retire from the Secretaryship of the Board. The action of the Board was most liberal and fraternal and the separation most loving. . I recalled that I had given away about one-half of the monetary income of my life. Elected President of the Board of Trustees of the Woman's College.

. . . I am giving myself to the work of languages : Latin, Greek, Hebrew, French, Spanish, German, Italian. In order to revise my Hebrew I am preparing a primer in that language. . About 8 or 10 hours a day I devote to these languages.

. . . The prime object I have in view is a more perfect knowledge of the Scriptures.

. . . The trustees want me to work for the college as I have done in years gone by.

. . . To-day have closed my appeals before the churches in behalf of the Woman's College . having spoken on a single Sunday to as many as five churches between 9 a. m. and 9 p. m. Notes to 133 persons . . . I agree to go to Baltimore October 1st. In addition to my teaching I shall have opportunity of preaching.

. . . Received telegram: 'You are invited to accept Bible Chair in Richmond College.'

. . . If the Lord will make his servant meet for this service, one of the greatest hopes of his life will be realized . . . It seems but yesterday I began my Bible work in Richmond College, and now it is done for the session. There remains, however, the examinations. I shall put up six blocks with sixty questions. . Since February 8th I have lectured, I believe, 150 times. . . . This has been one of the most delightful duties of my life.

. . . Richmond, September 25, 1899. Began work to-day… with satisfaction of having 1,473 pages of lectures prepared during the vacation at Casco Bay for my college classes this session.

October 12th September 17, 1900, The Knob, Casco Bay. Alas, how time flies ! We have had varied and delightful experiences. The season has been seasoned by a great storm. The only stay to mind and heart is changing to a personal God.

. . . The loftiest wisdom is John's concluding words of Revelation: 'Come, Lord Jesus.'

. . . Afton, Va., July 11, 1901 . . . Another session in my Bible work at Richmond College. The duty has been delightful to the teacher.

. . . This Afton is one of the most picturesque spots on our continent; has the purest air and driest climate I know. . .

. . . September 21, 1901. At home again. Happy as the 'outing' of 99 days was, it is good to be at home once more, grateful to God for all of his favors in the past and trusting him to the end for grace." This is the last entry in the diary and record of his life.

On March 27, 1902, the spirit of Henry Allen Tupper passed from earth to be with God.

Henry married Nancy Johnstone Boyce, daughter of Ker Boyce and Amanda Caroline Johnston, on 1 Nov 1849 in Kalmia, Aiken, SC.¹ (Nancy Johnstone Boyce was born on 14 Nov 1829 in , , SC,^{7 13 15 16} died on 12 Oct 1888 in Richmond, Richmond, VA ^{1 15} and was buried in Richmond: Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond, VA ¹⁵.)