* John Colby was the husband of Mr. Webster's eldest sister, who died many years before the visit here referred to. He was known as a great septic in religious matters in early life, and hence Mr. Webster's earnest desire to visit him soon after he heard of Mr. Colby's conversion.
On their "way, he said the object of his trip was to visit an old man named John Colby, who had married his half-sister. She had long been dead, and he had not seen John for forty-five years, and all interest in him had died out. He was a wild, reckless fellow when young; and though not a drinking man, and thrifty as to business, acquired the reputation of being the wickedest man in tho neighborhood, so far as swearing and impiety went. Daniel then told his friend what had impelled him to renew the long-suspended intercourse.
"Now I will give you the reason why I am to-day going up to see this John Colby. I
have been told by persons who know, that, within a few years, he has
become a convert to the Christian religion, and has met with that
mysterious change which we call a change of "heart; in other words, he
has become a constant, praying Christian. This has given me a very
strong desire to have a personal interview with him, and to hear with my
own ears his account of this change. For, humanly speaking, I should
bavo said that his was about as hopeless a case for conversion as I
could well conceive. Ho won't know me, and I shall not know him; and I
don't intend to make myself known at first.
"We drove on, and
reached the village,—a little, quiet place, one street running through
it, a few houses scattered along here and there, with a country store, a
tavern, and a post office. As we drove into this quiet, peaceable little
hamlet, at midday, with hardly a sign of life noticeable, Webster
accosted a lad in the street, and asked where John Colby lived.
"'That is John Colby's house,' said he, pointing to a very comfortable two-story house, with a green lawn running down to the road. We drove along towards it, and little before we reached it, making our
horse secure, we left tho wagon and proceeded to the house on foot.
Instead of steps leading to it, there were little flagstones laid in
front of the door; and you could pass right into the house without
having to stop up. The door was open. There was no occasion to knock,
because, as we approached the door, tho inmates of tho room could see
us. Sitting in the middle of that room was a striking figure, who proved
to be John Colby. He sat facing tho
door, in a very comfortably furnished farm-house room, with a little
table, or what would perhaps be called a light-stand, before him. Upon
it was a large, old-fashioned Scott's Family Bible, in very large print,
and of course a heavy volume. It lay open, and he had evidently been
reading it attentively. As we entered, he took off his spectacles and
laid them upon the page of the book, and looked up at us as we
approached, Webster in front. He was a man, I should think, over six
feet in height, and he retained in a wonderful degree his erect and
manly form, although he was eighty-five or six years old. His frame was
that of a once powerful, athletic man. His head was covered with very
heavy, thick, bushy hair, and it was white as wool, which added very
much to the picturosqueness of his appearance. As I looked in at the
door, I thought I never saw a more striking figure. He straightened
himself up, but said nothing until just as we appeared at the door, when
ho greeted us with,—
"'Walk in, gentlemen.'
"He then spoke to his grandchild to give us some
chairs. The meeting was, I saw, a little awkward, and he looked very
sharply at us, as much as to say, 'You are here, but for what I don't
know: make known your business.' Webster's first salutation was,—
"This is — Colby, John Colby, is it not?'
"'That is my name, sir,' was the reply.
"' I suppose yon don't know mo,' said Webster.
"' No, sir, I don't know you; and I should like to know how you know me.'
"' I have seen you before, —Colby,' replied Webster.
'"Seen me before!' said he; 'pray, when and where?'
"' Have you no recollection of me?' asked Webster.
"'No, sir, not tho
slightest;' and he looked by — Webster toward me, as if trying to
remember if ho had seen me. Webster remarked,—
"' I think you never saw this gentleman before; but you have seen me.'
"Colby put the question again, when and where?
"' You married my oldest sister,' replied Webster, calling her by name. (I think it was Susannah.)
"'I married your oldest sister!' exclaimed Colby; 'who are you?'
'"lam "little Dan,"' was tho reply.
"It certainly would be
impossible to describe the expression of wonder, astonishment, and
half-incredulity that came over Colby's face.
"' You Daniel Webster I' said he; and he started to rise from his chair. As
he did so, he stammered out some words of surprise. 'Is it possible
that this is the little black lad that used to ride tho horse to water?
Well, I cannot realize it!'
"Webster approached him. They embraced each other; and both wept.
"' Is it possible,' said Colby, when
tho embarrassment of the first shock of recognition was past, ' that
you have come up here to see me? Is this Daniel? Why, why,' said he, 'I
cannot believe my senses. Now, sit down. I am glad, oh, I am so glad to
see you, Daniel! I never expected to see you again. I don't know what to
say. I am so glad,' ho wont on, 'that my life has been spared that I
might see you. Why, Daniel, I road about you, and hear about you in all
ways; sometimes some members of tho family come and tell us about you;
and the newspapers tell us a great deal about you, too. Your name seems
to be constantly in the newspapers. They say that you are a great man,
that you are a famous man; and you can't tell how delighted I am when I
hear such things. But, Daniel, the time is short,—you won't stay here
long,—I want to ask you one important question. You may be a great man : are you a good man?
Are you a Christian man? Do you love the Lord Jesus Christ? That is the
only question that is worth asking or answering. Are you a Christian?
You know, Daniel, what I have been: I have been one of the wickedest of
men. Your poor sister, who is now in heaven, knows that. But the spirit
of Christ and of Almighty God has come down and plucked me as a brand
from the everlasting burning. I am here now, a monument to his grace.
Oh, Daniel, I would not give what is contained within the covers of this
book for all the honors that have been conferred upon men from the
creation of the world until now. For what good would it do? It is all
nothing, and less than nothing, if you are not a Christian, if you arc
not repentant. If you do not love the Lord Jesus Christ, in sincerity
and truth, all your worldly honors will sink to utter nothingness. Are
you a Christian? Do you love Christ? You have not answered me.'
"All this was said in the most earnest and even vehement manner.
"'John Colby,' replied
Webster, 'you have asked me a very important question, and one which
should not be answered lightly. I intend to give you an answer, and one
that is truthful, or I won't give you any. I hope that I am a Christian.
I profess to be a Christian. But, while I say that, I wish to add,—and I
say it with shame and confusion of face,—that I am not such a Christian
as I wish 1 wore. I have lived in the world, surrounded by its honors
and its temptations; and I am afraid, John Colby, that
I am not so good a Christian as I ought to be. I am afraid I have not
your faith and your hopes; but still, I hope and trust that I am a
Christian, and that the same grace which has converted you, and made you
an heir of salvation, will do the same for me. 1 trust it; and I also
trust, John Colby,—and it won't be long
before our summons will come,—that we shall meet in a better world, and
meet those who have gone before us, whom wo knew, and who trusted in
that same divine, free grace. It won't be long. You cannot tell, John Colby, how
much delight it gave me to hear of your conversion. Tho hearing of that
is what has led me here to-day. I came here to see with my own eyes,
and hear with my own ears the story from a man that 1 know and remember
well. What a wicked man you used to be!'
"'0 Daniel!' exclaimed John Colby, 'you
don't remember how wicked I was; how ungrateful I was; how unthankful I
was! I never thought of God ; I never cared for God; I was worse than
the heathen. Living in a Christian land, with the light shining all
around me, and the blessings of Sabbath teachings everywhere about me, I
was worse than a heathen until I was arrested by the grace of Christ,
and made to see my sinfulness, and to hear the voice of my Savior. Now I
am only waiting to go home to Him, and to meet your sainted sister, my
poor wife. And I wish, Daniel, that you might be a prayerful Christian,
and I trust you are. Daniel,' he added, with deep earnestness of voice, 'will you pray with me?'
"We knelt down, and Webster offered a most touching and eloquent prayer. As soon as he had pronounced the 'Amen,' J. Colby followed
in a most pathetic, stirring appeal to God. He prayed for the family,
for me, and for everybody. Then we rose ; and he seemed to feel a serene
happiness in having thus joined his spirit with that of Webster in
prayer.
"' Now,' said he, 1 what can we give you? I don't think we have any thing that we can give you.'
"' Yes, you have,' replied Webster; 'you have something that is just what we want to eat.'
"' What is that?' asked Colby.
"' It is some bread and milk,' said Webster. 'I want a bowl of bread and milk for myself and my friend.'
"Very soon the table was
set, and a white cloth spread over it; some nice bread was set upon it
and some milk brought, and we sat down to the table and eat. Webster
exclaimed afterward: 'Didn't it taste good? "Didn't it taste like old
times?'
"The brothers-in-law
soon took an affectionate leave of each other, and we left. Webster
could hardly restrain his tears. When we got into tho wagon ho began to
moralize.
"'I should like,' said he, 'to know what the enemies of religion would say to John Colby's
conversion. There was a man as unlikely, humanly speaking, to become a
Christian as any man I over saw. He was reckless, heedless, impious;
never attended church, never experienced the good influence of
associating with religious people. And here he has been living on in
that reckless way until he has got to bean old man ; until a period of
life when you naturally would not expect his habits to change: and yet
he has been brought into tho condition in which we have seen him
to-day,—a penitent, trusting, humble believer. Whatever people may say,
nothing,' added Webster, 'can convince mo that any thing short of the
grace of Almighty God could make such a change as I, with my own eyes, have witnessed in the life of John Colby."
"When we got back to Franklin, in the evening, we met John Taylor at the door. Webster called out to him:—
"'Well, John Taylor, miracles happen in these later days as well as in the days of old.'
"'What now, squire?' asked John Taylor.
"' Why, John Colby has become a Christian. If that is not a miracle, what is?'"
Opportunity is the flower of time, and as the
stalk may remain when tho flower is cut off, so time may remain to us
when opportunity is gone forever.
Daniel Webster's Brother-in-Law Saturday, January 23, 1886 Grand Forks Daily Herald ND
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