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Foster, Tiff
10/23/1878
1850-1878 |
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Rev. Tiff Foster was born in DeSoto Parish, Louisiana, in 1850, and died with Yellow Fever in New Orleans, October 23, 1878, aged twenty-eight years. He spent his boyhood days on his father’s farm where he lived and labored until he was some twenty years of age. Up to this time he had only received the rudiments of an English education. Feeling now that he was called of God to the work of the ministry, he resolved to prepare himself more fully for that work by completing his education. Hence, with the approbation of his father, he commenced his college course, first at Homer, and then at Centenary College, Louisiana. He spent some five years at these two institutions. He graduated with first honors at Centenary College July 1877. About the time he started to school he was licensed to preach, and preached some four years as a local preacher while a student at school. From Dr. Andrews we learn that he was a laborious student, a devoted Christian, and a faithful preacher, while at Centenary. On his return home from school his father and family, who had watched him with so much anxiety during his school term, were proud of him; and so were we all--for we found that he was fully resolved to consecrate himself to the itinerant work in the Louisiana Conference. His physical, mental and moral strength gave the church a hope that a vast amount of good would be realized from his life and labors. He was received into the travelling connection on trial at Opelousas, December 1877, and was sent by that Conference to Moreau Street Church in this city (New Orleans). He came to his work, and up to the time of the epidemic, was faithful and laborious in all the duties of a pastor. When the crisis came, and the plague made its appearance, and the hearts of many failed, he decided to remain, comfort his flock, and to suffer and, if need be, to die with them. Up to the time he took the fever he had been faithful, by day and by night, visiting the sick and dying and in administering to their necessities. His attack was violent from the first and the strong man in a few days yielded to the fatal stroke. He fell at his post. His end was peace. We received a dispatch: “Tiff Foster is dead.” We wept and said, “Blessed are the dead, who die in the Lord, for they rest from their labors.” |
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| Source: Journal Louisiana Conference Methodist Episcopal Church, South, 1879 | |
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