Life Of Theophilus Brown Larimore
T. B. Larimore was born in East Tennessee, July 10, 1843. His early advantages were
such as the gloomiest and most discouraging poverty affords. When he was little
more than a child in age and size, he hired himself to a farmer for four dollars
a month, or fifteen and one-half cents a day, and did the work of a man as a
plow hand. He was the main dependence of his mother and sisters for a living,
and the cares and responsibilities of the home and family were added to the
burdens of his hard work and rough life as a hireling. Every cent of his
hard-earned wages had to go for home expenses, and not a copper of the pittance
he worked so hard and endured so much to earn could he ever have to spend for
such toys and pleasures as all children enjoy and crave.
There was sweeter pleasure for him, however, in the consciousness that
his labor and hardships helped to support his mother and sisters than he could
have found in the selfish gratification of childish whims. The handles of his
plow were often marked by blood from his lacerated little bands, and many times
he limped as he walked from the wounds of rocks and snags in his little bare
feet, while his eyes were occasionally dimmed almost to blindness with tears
from the overburdened heart of suffering childhood; but be never dodged a duty
or shirked in his work. He strengthened his spirit and lightened his own
burdens by heroic efforts to help others carry their loads, and never murmured
or complained. The house in which the farmer lived who hired him to plow for
four dollars a
month is still standing. It
was photographed a few years ago, and the picture of it appears in this book,
though it has been greatly improved by the addition of porch, kitchen, and
dining room since he lived in it as a hireling. When he lived there, one room
answered all the purposes of the family. Four of the six persons who comprised
the family when he worked there are now in the grave. Some of them died of
consumption, and the fourth was wounded, captured, and killed at Shiloh, Sunday,
April 6, 1862. One of the sons of the family still owns the little farm and
lives in the old home. In those days nearly all the people in that country
belonged to some church.
The
spirit of religious revivals swept over the whole country every summer in
protracted meetings, and the few people who belonged to no church were mainly
those who could not find the Lord under the religious teaching and practices of
the times, though they sought him often and earnestly with tears. The first
meetinghouse he remembers to have seen is still standing. The picture of it
which appears in this book was made from a photograph taken a few years ago. In such houses as this people assembled in large
congregations in
rural regions to worship God and hear the gospel preached. Professional
songsters taught singing schools in every community after crops were
laid by, and the congregational singing of young people in strained classes
during protracted meetings and revivals was uplifting and enlivening.
Preachers who went into such places with open Bibles and preached the gospel as
it is revealed in the Holy Scriptures were a great power among those
God-fearing,
truth-loving, and Bible-believing people. They turned sinners in great numbers
from darkness to light and from the power of Satan unto God, and established
congregations of devout, scriptural worshipers wherever they went. The
baptizing places in the labors of such preachers were usually picturesque spots
on creeks or rivers, often between towering mountains crowned with stately
forest trees which cast restful shadows over the religiously solemn
congregations. The clear water rippled over pebbly bottoms between
flower-decked and fern-covered banks, birds of song made cheerful music in the
swinging boughs over, head, little fish played hide and seek in the
limpid stream, here and there flecks of sunshine came laughing down through open
spaces between the leaves on the trees, and balmy breezes sighed a funeral dirge
while the people in solemn silence listened to the tremulous voice of the
earnest preacher as be "lined the hymn" and "led in prayer."
Tears flowed freely from many eyes, and devout hearts throbbed with a spirit of
prayer. All this was an epoch in the lives of those who were to be baptized.It was vastly more to them than a mere form of godliness. It was a death
to sin and a burial out of self into Christ, that they might arise to "walk
in newness of life." There was a good-by feeling in their hearts to their
old-time associates who were unconverted, and a feeling of farewell echo from
the hearts of unconverted friends who stood in loneliness at the parting of the
ways and cast wishful eyes after the happy pilgrims on the way to heaven and
immortal glory. Such scenes were often occasions of a fresh outbreak of the
revivalistic spirit, and many sinners turned to the Lord from impressions made
by the services at the water. The picture of the place where he witnessed the
first baptizing was made from a photograph taken on the spot. It is a well-known
baptizing place on the Sequatchie River, just below the bridge. He was a small
boy, but he says: "I remember well that scene, even down to the minutest
detail how they tied red bandannas on their heads and around their waists, and
how the preacher waded around in the water and wet the bald place on the top of
his head." Who does not remember
similar scenes in the sweet long ago of observant and impressible childhood?
From early childhood he was a great lover of books, and he made good use of every opportunity he had to increase his stock of information.
He was always remarkably exemplary in conduct and religious in disposition. Naturally endowed with a brilliant intellect, vivid imagination, lofty aspirations, and indomitable energy and perseverance, no obstacles could keep him down. By hard work and close attention to business, he made his way against formidable discouragements till an opportunity opened to him, while yet in his teens, to enter Mossy Creek College.
He promptly took the chance as a gracious dispensation of providence for which he had long waited and prayed, and entered college with all the enthusiasm and energy of a young and naturally buoyant heart, though embarrassed by pinching poverty which made stringent economy and close attention to business a necessity. He walked from home a long distance over rough roads and rugged mountains, and carried provisions to eat along the way, to save traveling expenses to the college. The prospect of an education sustained his spirit as he walked by the way; but there was gloom in his soul and a pain at his heart from the solicitude he felt for his mother and sisters left in loneliness behind him in the little log cabin in the mountains. When the parting time came, his courage for a moment failed, and he decided to stay with them; but they urged him to go, because he could do more for them, as well as for himself, by going than be could do by staying. When he left home, such delicacies as they could afford, neatly packed in a little bundle for his lunch by the way, were handed to him, with the blessings and prayers of mother and sisters, to whom he had always been a dutiful son and a loving brother. When he stopped at noon under a tree by a spring to eat his dinner, he was hungry, homesick, and foot weary; but the moment be opened his lunch, his appetite entirely disappeared, and he broke down and wept like a lost child in the woods. The lunch was so much better than what he knew the loved ones at home had kept for themselves he was overwhelmed with emotion by this token of their love, and not a mouthful of it could he eat.
Soon after leaving Mossy Creek College, he enlisted as a volunteer in the Confederate army, and served "the lost cause" in some of the moat important engagements in the late war. He was at Fishing Creek, Ky., when Zollicoffer was killed, and went with the special detail under flag of truce to bring away the body of the distinguished Confederate commander from the field where he fell. He was in the battle at Shiloh, and, as the leader of a squad of special scouts, wrote the dispatch which gave notice to Albert Sidney Johnston of the passage of the first Federal gunboat above Pittsburg landing on a flank movement which the Confederate commander anticipated and forestalled.
Near
the close of the war, he moved his mother and sisters in a wagon from East
Tennessee to avoid molestations and dangers from robbers that infested the
country. The picture of the last house they lived in before they moved from East
Tennessee was made from a photograph taken on the ground. As they went on their
way they camped in a country schoolhouse near Hopkinsville, Ky. They were
moneyless pilgrims in a strange land, with no means of support but his own labor
and the wagon and team which they owned.
His mother was a Christian, and she made herself known to the congregation at Hopkinsville. He earned a living cutting and hauling wood to Hopkinsville at a dollar and a quarter a load till an opportunity opened in a country school, which he taught with credit to himself and satisfaction to the patrons and pupils. He attended the meetings of the church with his mother, and decided to become a Christian and spend the remnant of his life in the service of the Lord.
On his twenty-first birthday, July 10, 1864, at a meeting of the church, when no regular preacher was present, B. S. Campbell, one of the elders of the church, took his confession of faith in Christ as the Son of God, and E. H. Hopper, another one of the elders of the church, baptized him.
He began to preach almost immediately after he was baptized, and attracted attention at once as a persuasive speaker and consecrated Christian. After the war he entered Franklin College, near Nashville, Tenn., under the presidency of Tolbert Fanning.
When he left that college, he went into the mountains of North Alabama, far back from railroads and towns, to preach the gospel. He had none of the airs of a college-bred preacher, and his humble manners and pious behavior gave him ready and easy access to the hearts of the people. He came into the country where he held his first meeting on foot, and on his face there was a settled expression of goodness and melancholy which touched the hearts of the people with a feeling of sympathy and love. There was an indescribable and irresistible pathos in his voice, manner, and general appearance which melted audiences to tears and moved hearts long hardened by sin to repentance at the appeals of the gospel wherever he went. He preached in schoolhouses, under bush arbors, and in the log cabin homes of the people. His preaching attracted much attention and drew large audiences wherever he went, and in a few months he baptized hundreds of people and established many congregations of worshipers in the hill country of North Alabama. The lessons of self-sacrifice and self-denial for the good of others which he learned by experience from early childhood were the foundation principles of Christianity to which his whole life has been consecrated. The hardships of his childhood and early manhood were the best education he could have received for the work in which he has spent his life and has been so abundantly successful. His early toils and trials impressed him with feelings of keen sympathy for suffering and sorrowing humanity, and prepared him to go into the homes of the poor with ready tact, hearing messages of cheer and hope in the great and precious promises of the gospel.
He is an accomplished scholar and a popular orator before critical city audiences, but his greatness as a preacher, in my judgment, rests mainly upon the hope and joy he has carried into the homes and hearts of the poor and unfortunate people who live in neglected and out-of-the-way places. In 1868 he was married to Miss Esther Gresham of Florence, Ala., who has been a true helpmeet in all his labors and trials.
January 1, 1870, he established a boarding school at Mars' Hill, near Florence, Ala., which was continued seventeen years, and patronized by many of the best families in nearly all the Southern States. Many boys who went to school at Mars' Hill are now chief men in the affairs of life in almost every State in the South. The school term at Mars' Hill began January 1, and lasted twenty-four weeks, closing early in June. During the session he preached every Sunday, often three times in one day, and during vacation be devoted his time wholly to evangelistic work, widening the field of his labors each year, till he went into nearly every State in the South. The school was abandoned in 1887, and since then he has devoted all of his time to the work of an evangelist. He has traveled and labored in about twenty States and Territories, and conducted successful protracted meetings in many of the important cities in the South.
He has also labored extensively in rural regions, and his work has been greatly blessed in the conversion of sinners and edification of saints wherever he has gone. He has probably preached more sermons to more hearers and baptized more people than any other man now living. He has traveled and preached in Tennessee, Kentucky, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Florida, Louisiana, Texas, Indian Territory, Oklahoma, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri, Kansas, Arizona, New Mexico, California, and Arkansas.
He has conducted protracted meetings in
Nashville, Memphis,
Chattanooga, and Jackson, Tenn.; Louisville and Lexington, Ky.; Florence,
Montgomery, and Birmingham, Ala.; Austin, Fort Worth, Dallas, Paris, Bonham,
and Sherman, Texas; St. Louis and Springfield, Mo.; Fort Smith, Ark.; Evansville
and Mount Vernon, Ind.; and Los Angeles, Cal. He has baptized more than ten
thousand
people with his own hands, and has established many congregations of worshipers
in all parts of the country where be has labored. From the time he left college,
in 1867, till February, 1897, there were very few days, except when he was
teaching, that he was not engaged in a protracted meeting. He probably never
lost as much as three days from work in succession on account of sickness from
1867 to 1897. His favorite program for preaching is twice every day and three
times every Sunday when days are short, and three times every day when days are
long. The longest meeting he ever conducted was at Sherman, Texas. It began
January 3, and closed June 7, 1894. During that meeting he preached three
hundred and thirty-three sermons, preaching twice every day and three times
every Sunday. There were over two hundred additions to the church in that
meeting. At Los Angeles, Cal., he began a meeting January 3, and closed April
17, 1895, preaching twice every day and three times every Sunday. There were one
hundred and twenty persons baptized during that meeting.
Always a poor man, he
has been supported entirely by the voluntary contributions of people who
appreciate his labors. Ever since he became a Christian he has been opposed to
war, and is a strict noncombatant in faith and practice. The twelfth chapter of
Romans is the first chapter he ever tried to read in public, and he has always
tried to fill those under his influence with the spirit of that chapter from
that day to this. This may account for some things that some men cannot readily
understand. A deliberate attempt was once made by an assassin, heavily armed, to
assassinate a stalwart young man who was no coward, but whom be had tried to
teach from early childhood the sentiment of peace on earth and good will among
men. The young man coolly caught the assassin, threw him to the ground,
deliberately disarmed him, and then released him, receiving a slight wound
himself, but making no attempt to inflict one. Moreover, he has never prosecuted
the man who, without cause or provocation, tried to assassinate him, and has
never even spoken unkindly of him. "What manner of spirit" is this?
"Recompense to no man evil for evil. Provide things honest in the sight of
all men. If it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all
men. Dearly beloved, avenge not your selves, but rather give place unto wrath:
for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord. Therefore
if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing
thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head. Be not overcome of evil, but overcome
evil with good." (Rom. 12: 17-21.)
-F. D. SRYGLEY. - Biographies And Sermons, F.D. Srygley, Nashville, Tennessee, c. 1898, pages 19-34
Note: F.D. Srygley wrote this piece on Larimore in the last decade of the 19th century. He, along with his brother, and many others was one of Larimore's Preacher boys at Mars Hill. Srygley died in 1900, twenty-nine years before T.B.'s death. Larimore preached his funeral.
Drawing Of T.B. Larimore By Earl Kimbrough
Julia Esther Gresham Larimore
1845-1907
The first Mrs. T.B. Larimore was Esther Gresham Larimore. She and T.B. were married 38 years. She is buried in Florence, Alabama in the old Gresham Cemetery across from the Larimore Mansion. It is located in the western part of Florence off Cox Blvd. On Cox Blvd. turn right at Mars Hill Bookstore (at the edge of the Mars Hill High School Campus) and proceed past the old mansion on the right. Turn left on the next concert drive and go between a five-car garage and a two story brick house owned by Don Lewis. The cemetery is behind the driveway.
Aunt Nancy, T.B., Esther, Baby
Better images of Esther Gresham Larimore Here
Philemon Gresham, Esther's Father
T.B. Jr. Child Of The Larimore's Buried In Gresham Cemetery
Grandmother of T.B. Larimore
Buried In Dunlap, Tennessee
Source: World Evangelist