JAMES PETERS
1798 - 1874
 
 
     JAMES PETERS  was born Aug. 25, 1798, in Anderson County, East Tenn. and 
died at his home in Morgan County, Tenn.,  Feb. 8, 1874.  He was a son of Tobias Peters, a local preacher at whose house many of the pioneer preachers of Methodism lodged and preached. 
     He was happily married in his twenty-fourth year to Rachel McCart, by whom was born to him six sons and seven daughters- all of whom lived to be grown and became members of the Methodist Church.  Two of his sons are traveling preachers---the writer of the Louisville, Ky., Conference, and Adam Clark Peters of the Holston Conference of the M. E. church.  Three of his nephews are Methodist Ministers in Missouri--- one, the Rev. T.M. Cobb, is stationed at Lexington, Missouri, the other two are local, one is a delegate elect to the ensuing General Conference.  These are sons of his sister Polly Cobb.  I mention these facts to show how Methodistic the family is.  I know of but one of all my father’s relatives who is not a Methodist. 
   He was a man of very deep piety; he was an exhorter and class leader for more than fifty years, and was one of the most able men in prayer I have ever heard.  He kept up family prayer from the time he became a house-keeper till his death.  His house was a preaching place for thirty years.  He had fed thousands of worshipers.  As a husband he filled the divine law; as a father he was faithful and king; as a Christian he believed God and walked uprightly.  He was a man of very fine natural mind, and while his education was limited he was a delightful reader and read much. 
     A short time before he died he called the writer’s name many times and that of his youngest son--he wished much to see his preacher sons, before he died.  He was fond of poetry and music; and just before he died he repeated distinctly these lines: 
       " Bright scenes of Glory strike my sense, 
             And all my passions capture; 
        Eternal beauties ‘round me shine, 
             Infusing warmest rapture. 
        I dive in oceans, deep and full, 
             That swell in waves of Glory; 
                I feel my Savior in my soul, 
                             And groan to tell my story." 

     He leaves his beloved Rachel waiting by the shore.  She is looking for the angels.  Farewell Father.  I thank God for giving me such a father. 
We shall meet again.

OBITUARY WRITTEN BY HIS SON, T.C. PETERS
 

 
RACHEL McCART
1805-1899
 
     Eighty four years ago the 17th of last January, in the county of Morgan, Tn., on the headwaters of Emory River, there was born to Robert and Hannah McCart a daughter whom they named Rachel when the man of God baptized her.  Her parents were old time Methodists “full of faith and the Holy Ghost”.  Rachel, very early in life, gave her heart to God and was received into the church of her parents.  She was married to James Peters, a pious extorter of the same church in her eighteenth year. Sixty years ago she moved, with her husband, to the western border of her native county, than a wilderness, where there was neither church nor school house within 15 miles. 
   In a little while, however, her humble home was opened to the Methodist itinerant for preaching.  A class was soon organized and for thirty years there was regular preaching once and often twice a month.  From one to twenty, every preaching day, stayed for dinner, which was prepared by this faithful woman, without assistance, until her daughters were old enough to assist her.  In this way these godly and poor people, gave away ten thousand meals to church folks.  She was the mother of thirteen children, all of which lived to be grown,-seven daughters and six sons   She lived to see spring from her own blood one hundred seventy odd children, grandchildren, great and great-great grandchildren.  She was uneducated, but had a fine natural mind and was able in public prayer.  Many a sinner has trembled while listening to her earnest pleading with God.  Every child she had was 
converted in the old fashioned way and joined the Methodist church.  Two of her sons are preachers, the writer and A.C. Peters, now presiding elder of Kingston District, of the Methodist Episcopal Church Holston Conference. Some years ago I was on a visit, and on Sunday I preached in the morning and my brother in the afternoon in the old home church, Mt. Vernon, in the presence of our mother, who was full of holy joy.  That night, at the old homestead, she said to us; “When you were all small, and I had to work so hard, spinning, weaving, sewing, mending, washing, ironing and cooking--I thought  my life a hard one and could not see what good would ever come out of it; but now I am more than paid for all my toil and suffering”. 
     To them she never grew childish, nor forgetful.  Her mind was clear and 
active up to the day of her death.  She knew no guile.  She was as pure in her purpose and life as it was possible for one to be.  A living Christian, who was willing and able to save all, and a heaven of everlasting felicity, were as real as children and home ever were to her.  She was never troubled  with doubts on this line, although she sometimes expressed fears of not attaining unto the resurrection of the just. 
     She died of heart trouble on the 8 APR 1889 at her home, in the yard of 
her son, Adam Clark Peters, to whom she was greatly endeared and from whom 
she received the treatment of a faithful child.  She has joined Father, with 
whom she lived for more than fifty years. 
Praise the Lord for a heaven of eternal rest.
OBITUARY WRITTEN BY HER SON,  T.C. PETERS
 


Submitted by Robert Kellogg

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