Junius was the son Rev. Arthur F. Harris and Margaret L. Lambert who married in 1842 in Davidson County, NC.
The following memoir of his life was published in the Journal of the 52nd North Carolina Annual Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, held Nov 28 - Dec 4, 1888 at New Berne (now New Bern), NC:
MEMOIR OF REV. JUNIUS T. HARRIS.
"Rev. Junius T. Harris, Presiding Elder of the Durham District, died in Durham, November 19th, 1890, at 11 o'clock A. M., at the residence of his brother-in-law, Mr. Julian S. Carr. The immediate cause of his death was pneumonia and cardiac neuralgia, brought on by exposure to cold in the discharge of his duties as a minister of Christ.
He joined the Conference at Greensboro in 1870, and devoting himself to the itinerant ministry, he met its obligations with a heroic faith and a manly heart.
The subject of this sketch was born in Davidson County, N. C, and was a little over 46 years of age at the time of his death. His parents died when he was quite a boy and left him a helpless orphan. Being forced to support himself, he became a shoemaker by trade early in life. When sixteen years of age he entered the Confederate army and surrendered with Johnston's army near Durham in 1865. Coming out of the army, he determined upon seeking a collegiate education in order to prepare himself for the ministry, to which he felt God had called him. He had no means and no one to help him. He took his shoemaker's bench and tools and went to Trinity College. He mended boots and shoes on Saturdays to help pay his bills. Thus for five years he struggled on until he had graduated in both the literary and theological departments of the college, paying what he could as he went and the balance after he left college.
He graduated in June, 1870. About ten days after his graduation he was appointed P. C. of Cary Circuit and went right to work as an itinerant preacher. He has served Cary Circuit, Magnolia Circuit, Hillsboro Station, Lincolnton Circuit, Mooresville Circuit, Statesville Station, St. Paul's Station in Goldsboro; was three years Presiding Elder of New Berne District, had been nearly two years Presiding Elder on Durham District, and about three months Superintendent of the Oxford Orphan Asylum. This brief record of his successful life is a fine example for the orphan boys who will mourn his death, and for all boys and young men all over our land.
Bro. Harris' business capacity was as marked as his preaching ability. His planning was wise and his execution successful. He was a master of finance. He knew men; and he had the faculty for interesting strong men in his enterprises. He commanded the respect, and frequently the support, of men who knew the law and method of successful business.
As a preacher he ranked very high, though he was not brilliant. Clear in exegesis, logical in form, and evangelical in matter, he often became a master of assemblies, and was listened to by all classes with more than ordinary attention and profit. He was faithful, both in the sense of stability of belief and conscientious discharge of duty, and in every relation of life he strove to maintain a conscience void of offence toward God and man.
He married Miss Lizzie Carr, who, by this dispensation of an All-wise Providence, is left a widow with five children to mourn the loss of a loving husband and a saintly father. They inherit a good name; may God help them to increase the interest of the endowment. And may He be indeed to them a husband to the widow and a father to the orphan.
Bro. Harris' end was peace. He triumphed in his last hour. His sun of life went not down as sets the natural sun, but, like the morning star, it melted into Heaven's glory-sunlight. He conquered his way to the gate of death, which he had thought was made of iron, but found it made of pearl. And by the goodness of God, by the power of the Holy Ghost, and by the love of Christ, the gate of death to him was made the gate of Heaven. He seemed to enter with the shout of a conqueror. He had already recited to friends around his bed the grounds of his faith and the brightness of his hope, and now, at his last moment, with his pallid lips close to my ear, he whispered, "I lie down and die in hope of the resurrection of the just;" and then, although to me in a whisper, yet a shout that rang out to the angels and God, "Unto him that loved me, and washed me from my sins in His own blood, be honor and glory forever." And then, in less time than I take to tell it, his happy spirit went up to join the general assembly and church of the first-born, whose names are written in Heaven.
'Life's duty done as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies.'
To have associated with Bro. Harris was a privilege which any good man might have coveted. He was so devoted to his high calling that his spiritual presence was helpful to the Christian. He was cheerful without levity, serious without being gloomy, and everywhere a Christian gentleman. Surely it was a benediction to be present when the chariot of God stood still a moment to claim Junius T. Harris as a passenger for the skies. God knows I wanted to go with him, if my work had been finished. For he died, not as the sinner dies, like the galley-slave scourged to his dungeon, but like one who, dying in the Lord Jesus, wraps the drapery of his couch about him and lies down to pleasant dreams—the death of the righteous! The death of the righteous! Oh, blessed Lord, it is precious in Thy sight! Help us to live so that it shall be ours."
The following memoir of his life was published in the Journal of the 52nd North Carolina Annual Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, held Nov 28 - Dec 4, 1888 at New Berne (now New Bern), NC:
MEMOIR OF REV. JUNIUS T. HARRIS.
"Rev. Junius T. Harris, Presiding Elder of the Durham District, died in Durham, November 19th, 1890, at 11 o'clock A. M., at the residence of his brother-in-law, Mr. Julian S. Carr. The immediate cause of his death was pneumonia and cardiac neuralgia, brought on by exposure to cold in the discharge of his duties as a minister of Christ.
He joined the Conference at Greensboro in 1870, and devoting himself to the itinerant ministry, he met its obligations with a heroic faith and a manly heart.
The subject of this sketch was born in Davidson County, N. C, and was a little over 46 years of age at the time of his death. His parents died when he was quite a boy and left him a helpless orphan. Being forced to support himself, he became a shoemaker by trade early in life. When sixteen years of age he entered the Confederate army and surrendered with Johnston's army near Durham in 1865. Coming out of the army, he determined upon seeking a collegiate education in order to prepare himself for the ministry, to which he felt God had called him. He had no means and no one to help him. He took his shoemaker's bench and tools and went to Trinity College. He mended boots and shoes on Saturdays to help pay his bills. Thus for five years he struggled on until he had graduated in both the literary and theological departments of the college, paying what he could as he went and the balance after he left college.
He graduated in June, 1870. About ten days after his graduation he was appointed P. C. of Cary Circuit and went right to work as an itinerant preacher. He has served Cary Circuit, Magnolia Circuit, Hillsboro Station, Lincolnton Circuit, Mooresville Circuit, Statesville Station, St. Paul's Station in Goldsboro; was three years Presiding Elder of New Berne District, had been nearly two years Presiding Elder on Durham District, and about three months Superintendent of the Oxford Orphan Asylum. This brief record of his successful life is a fine example for the orphan boys who will mourn his death, and for all boys and young men all over our land.
Bro. Harris' business capacity was as marked as his preaching ability. His planning was wise and his execution successful. He was a master of finance. He knew men; and he had the faculty for interesting strong men in his enterprises. He commanded the respect, and frequently the support, of men who knew the law and method of successful business.
As a preacher he ranked very high, though he was not brilliant. Clear in exegesis, logical in form, and evangelical in matter, he often became a master of assemblies, and was listened to by all classes with more than ordinary attention and profit. He was faithful, both in the sense of stability of belief and conscientious discharge of duty, and in every relation of life he strove to maintain a conscience void of offence toward God and man.
He married Miss Lizzie Carr, who, by this dispensation of an All-wise Providence, is left a widow with five children to mourn the loss of a loving husband and a saintly father. They inherit a good name; may God help them to increase the interest of the endowment. And may He be indeed to them a husband to the widow and a father to the orphan.
Bro. Harris' end was peace. He triumphed in his last hour. His sun of life went not down as sets the natural sun, but, like the morning star, it melted into Heaven's glory-sunlight. He conquered his way to the gate of death, which he had thought was made of iron, but found it made of pearl. And by the goodness of God, by the power of the Holy Ghost, and by the love of Christ, the gate of death to him was made the gate of Heaven. He seemed to enter with the shout of a conqueror. He had already recited to friends around his bed the grounds of his faith and the brightness of his hope, and now, at his last moment, with his pallid lips close to my ear, he whispered, "I lie down and die in hope of the resurrection of the just;" and then, although to me in a whisper, yet a shout that rang out to the angels and God, "Unto him that loved me, and washed me from my sins in His own blood, be honor and glory forever." And then, in less time than I take to tell it, his happy spirit went up to join the general assembly and church of the first-born, whose names are written in Heaven.
'Life's duty done as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies.'
To have associated with Bro. Harris was a privilege which any good man might have coveted. He was so devoted to his high calling that his spiritual presence was helpful to the Christian. He was cheerful without levity, serious without being gloomy, and everywhere a Christian gentleman. Surely it was a benediction to be present when the chariot of God stood still a moment to claim Junius T. Harris as a passenger for the skies. God knows I wanted to go with him, if my work had been finished. For he died, not as the sinner dies, like the galley-slave scourged to his dungeon, but like one who, dying in the Lord Jesus, wraps the drapery of his couch about him and lies down to pleasant dreams—the death of the righteous! The death of the righteous! Oh, blessed Lord, it is precious in Thy sight! Help us to live so that it shall be ours."
Junius was the son Rev. Arthur F. Harris and Margaret L. Lambert who married in 1842 in Davidson County, NC.
The following memoir of his life was published in the Journal of the 52nd North Carolina Annual Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, held Nov 28 - Dec 4, 1888 at New Berne (now New Bern), NC:
MEMOIR OF REV. JUNIUS T. HARRIS.
"Rev. Junius T. Harris, Presiding Elder of the Durham District, died in Durham, November 19th, 1890, at 11 o'clock A. M., at the residence of his brother-in-law, Mr. Julian S. Carr. The immediate cause of his death was pneumonia and cardiac neuralgia, brought on by exposure to cold in the discharge of his duties as a minister of Christ.
He joined the Conference at Greensboro in 1870, and devoting himself to the itinerant ministry, he met its obligations with a heroic faith and a manly heart.
The subject of this sketch was born in Davidson County, N. C, and was a little over 46 years of age at the time of his death. His parents died when he was quite a boy and left him a helpless orphan. Being forced to support himself, he became a shoemaker by trade early in life. When sixteen years of age he entered the Confederate army and surrendered with Johnston's army near Durham in 1865. Coming out of the army, he determined upon seeking a collegiate education in order to prepare himself for the ministry, to which he felt God had called him. He had no means and no one to help him. He took his shoemaker's bench and tools and went to Trinity College. He mended boots and shoes on Saturdays to help pay his bills. Thus for five years he struggled on until he had graduated in both the literary and theological departments of the college, paying what he could as he went and the balance after he left college.
He graduated in June, 1870. About ten days after his graduation he was appointed P. C. of Cary Circuit and went right to work as an itinerant preacher. He has served Cary Circuit, Magnolia Circuit, Hillsboro Station, Lincolnton Circuit, Mooresville Circuit, Statesville Station, St. Paul's Station in Goldsboro; was three years Presiding Elder of New Berne District, had been nearly two years Presiding Elder on Durham District, and about three months Superintendent of the Oxford Orphan Asylum. This brief record of his successful life is a fine example for the orphan boys who will mourn his death, and for all boys and young men all over our land.
Bro. Harris' business capacity was as marked as his preaching ability. His planning was wise and his execution successful. He was a master of finance. He knew men; and he had the faculty for interesting strong men in his enterprises. He commanded the respect, and frequently the support, of men who knew the law and method of successful business.
As a preacher he ranked very high, though he was not brilliant. Clear in exegesis, logical in form, and evangelical in matter, he often became a master of assemblies, and was listened to by all classes with more than ordinary attention and profit. He was faithful, both in the sense of stability of belief and conscientious discharge of duty, and in every relation of life he strove to maintain a conscience void of offence toward God and man.
He married Miss Lizzie Carr, who, by this dispensation of an All-wise Providence, is left a widow with five children to mourn the loss of a loving husband and a saintly father. They inherit a good name; may God help them to increase the interest of the endowment. And may He be indeed to them a husband to the widow and a father to the orphan.
Bro. Harris' end was peace. He triumphed in his last hour. His sun of life went not down as sets the natural sun, but, like the morning star, it melted into Heaven's glory-sunlight. He conquered his way to the gate of death, which he had thought was made of iron, but found it made of pearl. And by the goodness of God, by the power of the Holy Ghost, and by the love of Christ, the gate of death to him was made the gate of Heaven. He seemed to enter with the shout of a conqueror. He had already recited to friends around his bed the grounds of his faith and the brightness of his hope, and now, at his last moment, with his pallid lips close to my ear, he whispered, "I lie down and die in hope of the resurrection of the just;" and then, although to me in a whisper, yet a shout that rang out to the angels and God, "Unto him that loved me, and washed me from my sins in His own blood, be honor and glory forever." And then, in less time than I take to tell it, his happy spirit went up to join the general assembly and church of the first-born, whose names are written in Heaven.
'Life's duty done as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies.'
To have associated with Bro. Harris was a privilege which any good man might have coveted. He was so devoted to his high calling that his spiritual presence was helpful to the Christian. He was cheerful without levity, serious without being gloomy, and everywhere a Christian gentleman. Surely it was a benediction to be present when the chariot of God stood still a moment to claim Junius T. Harris as a passenger for the skies. God knows I wanted to go with him, if my work had been finished. For he died, not as the sinner dies, like the galley-slave scourged to his dungeon, but like one who, dying in the Lord Jesus, wraps the drapery of his couch about him and lies down to pleasant dreams—the death of the righteous! The death of the righteous! Oh, blessed Lord, it is precious in Thy sight! Help us to live so that it shall be ours."
The following memoir of his life was published in the Journal of the 52nd North Carolina Annual Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, held Nov 28 - Dec 4, 1888 at New Berne (now New Bern), NC:
MEMOIR OF REV. JUNIUS T. HARRIS.
"Rev. Junius T. Harris, Presiding Elder of the Durham District, died in Durham, November 19th, 1890, at 11 o'clock A. M., at the residence of his brother-in-law, Mr. Julian S. Carr. The immediate cause of his death was pneumonia and cardiac neuralgia, brought on by exposure to cold in the discharge of his duties as a minister of Christ.
He joined the Conference at Greensboro in 1870, and devoting himself to the itinerant ministry, he met its obligations with a heroic faith and a manly heart.
The subject of this sketch was born in Davidson County, N. C, and was a little over 46 years of age at the time of his death. His parents died when he was quite a boy and left him a helpless orphan. Being forced to support himself, he became a shoemaker by trade early in life. When sixteen years of age he entered the Confederate army and surrendered with Johnston's army near Durham in 1865. Coming out of the army, he determined upon seeking a collegiate education in order to prepare himself for the ministry, to which he felt God had called him. He had no means and no one to help him. He took his shoemaker's bench and tools and went to Trinity College. He mended boots and shoes on Saturdays to help pay his bills. Thus for five years he struggled on until he had graduated in both the literary and theological departments of the college, paying what he could as he went and the balance after he left college.
He graduated in June, 1870. About ten days after his graduation he was appointed P. C. of Cary Circuit and went right to work as an itinerant preacher. He has served Cary Circuit, Magnolia Circuit, Hillsboro Station, Lincolnton Circuit, Mooresville Circuit, Statesville Station, St. Paul's Station in Goldsboro; was three years Presiding Elder of New Berne District, had been nearly two years Presiding Elder on Durham District, and about three months Superintendent of the Oxford Orphan Asylum. This brief record of his successful life is a fine example for the orphan boys who will mourn his death, and for all boys and young men all over our land.
Bro. Harris' business capacity was as marked as his preaching ability. His planning was wise and his execution successful. He was a master of finance. He knew men; and he had the faculty for interesting strong men in his enterprises. He commanded the respect, and frequently the support, of men who knew the law and method of successful business.
As a preacher he ranked very high, though he was not brilliant. Clear in exegesis, logical in form, and evangelical in matter, he often became a master of assemblies, and was listened to by all classes with more than ordinary attention and profit. He was faithful, both in the sense of stability of belief and conscientious discharge of duty, and in every relation of life he strove to maintain a conscience void of offence toward God and man.
He married Miss Lizzie Carr, who, by this dispensation of an All-wise Providence, is left a widow with five children to mourn the loss of a loving husband and a saintly father. They inherit a good name; may God help them to increase the interest of the endowment. And may He be indeed to them a husband to the widow and a father to the orphan.
Bro. Harris' end was peace. He triumphed in his last hour. His sun of life went not down as sets the natural sun, but, like the morning star, it melted into Heaven's glory-sunlight. He conquered his way to the gate of death, which he had thought was made of iron, but found it made of pearl. And by the goodness of God, by the power of the Holy Ghost, and by the love of Christ, the gate of death to him was made the gate of Heaven. He seemed to enter with the shout of a conqueror. He had already recited to friends around his bed the grounds of his faith and the brightness of his hope, and now, at his last moment, with his pallid lips close to my ear, he whispered, "I lie down and die in hope of the resurrection of the just;" and then, although to me in a whisper, yet a shout that rang out to the angels and God, "Unto him that loved me, and washed me from my sins in His own blood, be honor and glory forever." And then, in less time than I take to tell it, his happy spirit went up to join the general assembly and church of the first-born, whose names are written in Heaven.
'Life's duty done as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies.'
To have associated with Bro. Harris was a privilege which any good man might have coveted. He was so devoted to his high calling that his spiritual presence was helpful to the Christian. He was cheerful without levity, serious without being gloomy, and everywhere a Christian gentleman. Surely it was a benediction to be present when the chariot of God stood still a moment to claim Junius T. Harris as a passenger for the skies. God knows I wanted to go with him, if my work had been finished. For he died, not as the sinner dies, like the galley-slave scourged to his dungeon, but like one who, dying in the Lord Jesus, wraps the drapery of his couch about him and lies down to pleasant dreams—the death of the righteous! The death of the righteous! Oh, blessed Lord, it is precious in Thy sight! Help us to live so that it shall be ours."
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