Wake Forest University - Howler Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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Dedication WASHINGTON MANLY WING ATE, A.M., D.D., born in Darliniitnn CdUiity, S. C, July 28, 1828; Bachelor of Arts, Wake Forest f ' ollege, 1849; Master of Arts, Ibid.. 1854; Doctor of Divinity, Columbian College, 1865 ; Agent of Wake Forest College, 1852-1854; Pres- ident of Wake Forest College, 1854-1870; died, February 27, 1879. Age 50 years. To tlie saered memory of his unselfish love, his tireliss ilevciliim, ;ni l his nnsnr]iMsscil siierifiee for Wake I ' orcsl C.ll.ge, we. tile SlalV of 1028, ivs[Mi ' lfnlly dediealc this. ]w I uiiily-sixlli Volume uf the 11..WI.EI!.

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Date Lilia Many declared that he -Mills. He was an admirable college president. — Fritcharrl. The power of his godly lite made a very deep impression on all the students. Every one loved and admired him. — Mills. . . . the man whose presence always charmed me; whose genius fired me: whose spirit with its gtiilelessness both rebuked and instructed me; whose gentleness tamed me; whose affection unmanned me. — Skinner. He was as unsuspicious and guileless as a child. — McDowell. He was always bright and cheerful, full of wit and humor, was the most interesting and charming man they had ever niet.- He was the best man I ever knew. He was freer from vanity, self-ism. envy, pride, and malice than any man I ever knew. I never saw him that my heart was not glad, and never parted from him without sorrow. — Skinner. I cannot now think of his genius, his transcendent and almost unrivaled powers of analysis, but what I am lost in that power of powers which I have never seen in any other man to the same extent — the power of reaching conclusions through mists and fogs of pros and cons, and of acting upon them when reached with full assurance of their correctness. And how often have I left his presence, feeling that if I had his quiet, self- possessed spirit. I would give all I had. . . . How I felt that his calmness was but the evidence of a self-mastery which no other man of my acquaintance possessed. For there were deep volcanic fires burning in his soul, too. which he knew how to repress — Dr. W. B. Royall. He was the best preacher I ever heard. — Biifham. The majestic march ot his thought. — Dr. W. B. Royall. The ablest preacher the Baptists of North Carolina have yet had and the sweetest saint the writer has yet known. — Pritchurd. I have heard him often in his happiest moods, when, for days and even weeks together, he seemed so imbued with the gospel that whenever he opened his mouth gracious words flowed from his lips as from a full fountain. . . . The themes he delighted most to discuss were the love and mercy of God. — McDonell. He had analysis, vocabulary. agination, and heart power. — Poteat. The greatest man we had among us. For twenty-five years he was the central figure, the greatest power of the North Carolina Baptists. — Hafham. His inward nearness to God was the fountain of all his greatness. — dkinner. Like his divine master, he was meek and lowly in heart. I have seen him many times worried and troubled and in perplexity, but I never saw him manifest a fretful and impatient spirit or heard him utter a petulant or angry word. There was an absolute want ot selfishness in his nature, and the heart of a little innocent babe is not more pure and sweet than was the spirit ot this man ot God. Never have I seen combined in any human being so much childlike simplicity of heart with such lofty powers ot intellect. His trust in God seemed to be perfect and his spirit always devotional. Christ was literally formed in him. the hope of glory. It was meet that such a lite should be crowned by a beautiful and glorious death. His last day was the happiest of his life. All that day his face shone as did that of Moses when he came from the presence of the Lord on the mount, and when the supreme hour came, the glory ot God overwhelmed the chamber where the good man met his fate. Just before he breathed his last he seemed conversing with his Saviour as though he were personally present; Oh. how delightful it is. I knew you would be with me when the hour came, and I knew it would be sweet, but I didn ' t know it would be so sweet as it isl — Pritekfird.