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cessful than in his first charge. This was during the period of the late civil
war. Moved by the spiritual wants of the soldiers in the army of the
South, engaged as they believed in defending their national liberties, he left
his church and home and friends for a time to labor as a missionary in the
field. He was appointed by the Executive Committee of Domestic Missions
of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the South, or of
the then called C. S. A., to labor in the army of Tennessee under the com-
mand of General Joseph E. Johnston. He left home on Jan. 27, 1864.

He gave himself to the work with, if possible, more than his usual zeal.
He labored night and day for three months to comfort the afflicted and to
save souls. In the army, God gave him many souls for his hire. He said
they were the happiest days of his whole life. On Sabbath, the 15th day of
May, 1864, he preached to Baker's Brigade in the Army of Tennessee while
in line of battle, just on the eve of the most fearful battle of Resaca, in
Georgia, and preached most impressively and solemnly. Very soon after,
the battle began, and raged with great fury. Urged by a patriotism long
cherished in his quiet home, but now rendered intense by the magnitude of
the pending crisis and sublime in the forgetfulness of self, and sustained by
a courage that thought not of danger, he rushed into the battle, cheering
on the men in a most perilous and even desperate charge upon a strong
battery of the enemy; and after seeing his eldest son slain before his face, he
fell, himself pierced by a fatal bullet. Thus ended his earthly career. The
estimate of his character given by those who were his co-presbyters and
knew him best is as follows. (Extract from the minutes of the Presbytery of
Tuscaloosa:)

"He was a man of excellent mind and great force of character. Warmth,
energy and generosity were his leading traits. He had a most ardent temp-
erament. His heart was ever aglow with emotion. He was emphatically
a man of intense earnestness. He was enthusiastic, but his enthusiasm was
not mere passion-it was sanctified fervor, a zeal of God according to true
Christian knowledge, and hence was the powerful spring to a holy and useful
life-a life full of activity, of self-denial and benevolence. His ardent soul
glowed with the love of Christ and the love of souls. He was a most devoted
minister of the blessed gospel. He loved to preach it. He loved to win
souls. He threw all his power into the noble work. All who heard him
were impressed with the feeling that he was one who yearned for their sal-
vation, and most abundantly did God bless his labors.

He built up the Church, not only in his own pastoral charge, but in all
parts of this Presbytery, having labored more or less in almost every one of
our churches, and in very many instances with signal tokens of God upon
his efforts. His ministrations were prized by all our people, and their loss
is as extensively lamented. Our whole Presbytery, both ministers and
churches feel that they have experienced a sad calamity. His loss to us as a
judicatory is certainly very great. He never failed to attend our meetings;
he was intimately acquainted with all our affairs. He was an intelligent, con-
scientious, judicious and in every way most useful presbyter."

His widow and four children survive-six having preceded him to the
spirit-world.

PHILLIPS, D.D., JAMES-JOSEPH M. WILSON: Dear Sir-In com-
plying with your request that I should furnish the Presbyterian Historical
Almanac with a biographical sketch of my father, I feel assured that I can-
not further your object better than by sending you extracts from the dis-
course delivered at his funeral by the Rev. A. D. Hepburn, then Professor

of Metaphysics, Logic and Rhetoric in the University of North Carolina, from the memorial address delivered by the same gentleman, by request of the trustees of the university, at the annual Commencement in 1867, and from various obituary notices and estimates of him which appeared in the newspapers of the day-all of them from the hands of men well qualified, by long and intimate association, to be impartial judges of his character and his work. I am particularly pleased that my father's memory should be thus associated with the Historical Almanac-a work in which he took a great interest from its beginning, and of which he frequently expressed the opinion that it was one of growing interest and of inestimable value to our Church. CORNELIA PHILLIPS SPENCER.

I am, sir, with great respect, CHAPEL HILL, NORTH CAROLINA.

Letter from HON. D. L. SWAIN, LL.D., President of the University of North Carolina, to the North Carolina Presbyterian (Fayetteville, N. C.), March 27, 1867: My Dear Sir.-There are many among the pupils of the late Dr. Phillips to be found in every Southern and Western State, who, like yourself, will feel a deep interest in his personal history. I know, therefore, that I will render an acceptable service to a considerable proportion of your readers by sketching, while they are fresh in my memory, some of the leading incidents of his life.

Dr. Phillips rarely referred, in conversation, to himself, and few beyond his own family are familiar with the events of his early history. He was born at Nevendon, Essex county, England, on the 22d of April, 1792, and at the time of his death, March 14, 1867, wanted little more than a month of completing the seventy-fifth year of his age. He was the third son of the Rev. Richard and Susan Meade Phillips. His father was a minister of the Established Church of England, and attached to the Evangelical party in that Church, numbering among his friends such men as Henry Veuve and John Berridge. He removed, when James was seven years old, to Staffordshire, and from thence, about the beginning of the present century, to Roche, Cornwall, where he continued rector of that parish until his death, about 1837.

James Phillips, in company with an older brother, Samuel A. Phillips, Esq., now a resident of New York city, came to America in the year 1818, and engaged in the business of teaching, at Harlaem, N. Y., where he soon had a flourishing school. In 1821 he married Julia Vermeule, daughter of a New Jersey farmer of good family. Her brother, Rev. Cornelius C. Vermeule, D.D., was for many years pastor of the Reformed Dutch Church in Harlaem. In 1826 Dr. Phillips competed successfully for the chair of Mathematics and Natural Philosophy in the University of North Carolina, and arrived in Chapel Hill, the seat of the university, in May, 1826. President Caldwell was then in the fifty-fourth year of his age, in the full possession of remarkable physical and mental energy. Prof. Phillips was in his thirty-fourth year. Dr. Mitchell, the Senior Prof. of Chemistry, and Dr. Hooper, Prof. of Rhetoric and Logic, were born in the same year with Dr. Phillips. Prof. Andrews, subsequently the eminent lexicographer, was then Prof. of Ancient, and Prof. Hentz (husband of the celebrated authoress, Mrs. Caroline Lee Hentz) was Prof. of Modern Languages. The Rev. Dr. Hooper is now the only survivor of that band of eminent men who, forty years ago, constituted the faculty of our university.

The history of Dr. Phillips' forty years' work will best be given in connection with a general history of our university and State, which will, wo hope, ere long be prepared by competent hands. Those years of his life

were years of close study, of hard work and of singular devotion to the duties that lay before him. It is no disparagement to any of his colleagues in the Faculty to say that, in unvarying punctuality and fidelity in every relation, and in the discharge of every duty, great or small, none could compare with him. The lives of few teachers in this or any other country can present such a record.

Dr. Phillips was an inexorable mathematician. Had he ever a pupil who will not bear the same testimony, with the addition that he never knew a man of sterner integrity or more unflinching courage? not merely physicalfor this is no uncommon trait-but moral courage? He shrank from no duty imposed on him by his office, either as professor or as minister in the Church of God. And, while he never swerved a hair's breadth from the undeviating line of rectitude which he marked out for himself, either to conciliate favor or to deprecate censure, no man has ever secured a larger share of affectionate veneration in the hearts of all who knew him. He was emphatically a gentleman of the old school in manners, in religious belief, and in most of his forms of thought. While he rejected no new theories simply because they were new, he embraced none without careful examination and thorough conviction of their worth. His favorite religious reading lay among the old non-conformist divines; his favorite authors were the old English classics; the book that was oftenest in his hand was the oldest of all-the Bible. Without entering further into the delineation of his character, which will receive a more elaborate survey than I have at present time or disposition to make, I may mention that, among numerous testimonials to the value and efficiency of his method of instruction in his own department of science, was a letter from Lieutenant Maury, while at the head of the national observatory. He had had successively two of Dr. Phillips' pupils as assistants, and he applied to secure a third as instructor for his own children, stating that he desired them to have the benefit of the same training which had rendered his assistants such ready and accurate mathematicians.

How often has Dr. Phillips in early life responded to his own father in his church, in the beautiful and expressive language of the English Litany, "From battle and murder, and from sudden death, good Lord deliver us!' I have sometimes thought that the last of these events was, under some circumstances, rather to be coveted than dreaded. "The chamber where the good man meets his fate is privileged beyond the common walks of virtuous life-just on the verge of heaven." This was Dr. Caldwell's case. He died the victim of excruciating and lingering discase, with his wife and friends to witness the calmness and composure, the faith and triumph of his closing hour. His senior professor, Dr. Mitchell, perished instantaneously in one of the wildest and most inaccessible gorges of the Alleghanies, and reposes on the loftiest summit of the continent, east of the Rocky Mountains. Who that knew him personally would have desired a different termination of his active existence? Not less startling and remarkable was the departure of his venerated friend and colleague, Dr. Phillips. On the tempestuous morning of the 14th, a little before nine o'clock, with his accustomed, almost constitutional punctuality, in despite of the entreaties of his youngest child, he set out in the rain to officiate at morning prayers. He arrived at the chapel as usual, in advance of the ringing of the bell, and took his accustomed seat immediately behind the reading-desk. What were his thoughts or feelings during that walk, and as he sat there a few moments alone, can

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