BAKER. -On the 10th March, at "Risdon," Seymour road, Elsternwick,
Richard, the beloved husband of Caroline Baker, beloved father of Austin,
Harry and Ruth and brother of Peter Baker of Warrandyte, age 84 years 8 months.
Colonist of 61 years, Interred privately in Brighton Cemetery.
The Argus Sat 13 Mar 1915
The Hon R. Baker
The Hon. R. Baker. By Rev. P. E. Mallalieu.
The Methodist Church of Victoria has suffered no small loss by the death at Elsternwick, on March 10th, of the Hon. R. Baker. He was called home at the advanced age of eighty-four years' after a life of splendid, service generously and nobly rendered, he was a colonist of sixty years, and a Christian of over seventy years standing. As a boy at the penitent form he sought and found the Saviour. During recent years, owing to advancing age and growing infirmities, he has been compelled to live in the quiet and sweet retirement of his own home, and in the midst of loved ones, by whom loving ministries were unstintingly given and gratefully received. His passing away, however, brings before some of us pictures of a man with a true soul, a burning enthusiasm, and a heart at leisure to soothe and sympathise, to strengthen and inspire a type of man that we can ill afford to lose. His eighty-four years were all spent in the Methodist Church. He was never wearied, and never wearied other people either in telling of the Methodist fire that flamed in his boyish days in his native Isle — the Isle of Wight. In telling of it his one object was to transmit the vision splendid to the greater privileged Methodists of this Austral land. For many years he helped to swell the large number of Methodist Territorials— that grand body of local preachers that any Church should be proud of, and by whom God is glorified. This Ashur was acceptable to his brethren. He filled every position in Methodism that was open to him, and did so with grace and credit. It was my privilege to meet him first of all in the days of my probation. The position and circumstances in which I found myself at that time were such as, perhaps, not one probationer in ten thousand is placed. Thank God for that ! By God's grace the imperilled barque of that circuit was piloted through those Euroclydon seas into waters peaceful and calm. It was only because God helped and blessed us that we passed to triumph. No human face in those days of trial-strain, was more welcome than that of our late friend. He was a young man's friend, counsellor and guide. After his visits every mountain difficulty seemed to be minimised, and I turned again to a difficult task with a new morning face and a buoyant, radiant hope. Blessed are the men who inspire others when the inspiration is most needed ! No man ever did more, and worked harder and more incessantly in his constituency than did the Hon. R. Baker during his political days. He was an expert at details ; nothing escaped his notice, and he gained many a vote because of his fidelity to this feature of work. He carried his religion into the realm of politics, and in the midst of temptations many and great remained faithful to his penitent form principles, and never forgot that he was a Methodist. For eighty-four years he has been true to Methodism : born of Methodist parents, born again a Methodist, and he died a Methodist. He was proud of 'the people called Methodists' and 'the preachers and expounders of God's Holy Word.' Three years spent in the circuit where he resided gave me an opportunity of entering into his home, and it was a joy to breathe its atmosphere. It was then that I learned some of the affection that was resident in his heart as husband and father. The last time it was my privilege to see him was during Conference time. I found him on 'the brink of eternity.' His voice had gone; those that looked out of the windows were darkened. Conversation was impossible, he saw me not; but his hand grasp told me that he had learned, the secret and retained it. As I spoke to him of the present, living : Christ, his face beamed with joy. He recognised my voice, and we had a communion of heart and soul that gave confirmation to the verities , of our faith. Christ is a real Saviour. So "God buries His workmen, but carries on His work".
Spectator and Methodist Chronicle Fri 26 Mar 1915 The Hon. R. Baker
Richard, the beloved husband of Caroline Baker, beloved father of Austin,
Harry and Ruth and brother of Peter Baker of Warrandyte, age 84 years 8 months.
Colonist of 61 years, Interred privately in Brighton Cemetery.
The Argus Sat 13 Mar 1915
The Hon R. Baker
The Hon. R. Baker. By Rev. P. E. Mallalieu.
The Methodist Church of Victoria has suffered no small loss by the death at Elsternwick, on March 10th, of the Hon. R. Baker. He was called home at the advanced age of eighty-four years' after a life of splendid, service generously and nobly rendered, he was a colonist of sixty years, and a Christian of over seventy years standing. As a boy at the penitent form he sought and found the Saviour. During recent years, owing to advancing age and growing infirmities, he has been compelled to live in the quiet and sweet retirement of his own home, and in the midst of loved ones, by whom loving ministries were unstintingly given and gratefully received. His passing away, however, brings before some of us pictures of a man with a true soul, a burning enthusiasm, and a heart at leisure to soothe and sympathise, to strengthen and inspire a type of man that we can ill afford to lose. His eighty-four years were all spent in the Methodist Church. He was never wearied, and never wearied other people either in telling of the Methodist fire that flamed in his boyish days in his native Isle — the Isle of Wight. In telling of it his one object was to transmit the vision splendid to the greater privileged Methodists of this Austral land. For many years he helped to swell the large number of Methodist Territorials— that grand body of local preachers that any Church should be proud of, and by whom God is glorified. This Ashur was acceptable to his brethren. He filled every position in Methodism that was open to him, and did so with grace and credit. It was my privilege to meet him first of all in the days of my probation. The position and circumstances in which I found myself at that time were such as, perhaps, not one probationer in ten thousand is placed. Thank God for that ! By God's grace the imperilled barque of that circuit was piloted through those Euroclydon seas into waters peaceful and calm. It was only because God helped and blessed us that we passed to triumph. No human face in those days of trial-strain, was more welcome than that of our late friend. He was a young man's friend, counsellor and guide. After his visits every mountain difficulty seemed to be minimised, and I turned again to a difficult task with a new morning face and a buoyant, radiant hope. Blessed are the men who inspire others when the inspiration is most needed ! No man ever did more, and worked harder and more incessantly in his constituency than did the Hon. R. Baker during his political days. He was an expert at details ; nothing escaped his notice, and he gained many a vote because of his fidelity to this feature of work. He carried his religion into the realm of politics, and in the midst of temptations many and great remained faithful to his penitent form principles, and never forgot that he was a Methodist. For eighty-four years he has been true to Methodism : born of Methodist parents, born again a Methodist, and he died a Methodist. He was proud of 'the people called Methodists' and 'the preachers and expounders of God's Holy Word.' Three years spent in the circuit where he resided gave me an opportunity of entering into his home, and it was a joy to breathe its atmosphere. It was then that I learned some of the affection that was resident in his heart as husband and father. The last time it was my privilege to see him was during Conference time. I found him on 'the brink of eternity.' His voice had gone; those that looked out of the windows were darkened. Conversation was impossible, he saw me not; but his hand grasp told me that he had learned, the secret and retained it. As I spoke to him of the present, living : Christ, his face beamed with joy. He recognised my voice, and we had a communion of heart and soul that gave confirmation to the verities , of our faith. Christ is a real Saviour. So "God buries His workmen, but carries on His work".
Spectator and Methodist Chronicle Fri 26 Mar 1915 The Hon. R. Baker
BAKER. -On the 10th March, at "Risdon," Seymour road, Elsternwick,
Richard, the beloved husband of Caroline Baker, beloved father of Austin,
Harry and Ruth and brother of Peter Baker of Warrandyte, age 84 years 8 months.
Colonist of 61 years, Interred privately in Brighton Cemetery.
The Argus Sat 13 Mar 1915
The Hon R. Baker
The Hon. R. Baker. By Rev. P. E. Mallalieu.
The Methodist Church of Victoria has suffered no small loss by the death at Elsternwick, on March 10th, of the Hon. R. Baker. He was called home at the advanced age of eighty-four years' after a life of splendid, service generously and nobly rendered, he was a colonist of sixty years, and a Christian of over seventy years standing. As a boy at the penitent form he sought and found the Saviour. During recent years, owing to advancing age and growing infirmities, he has been compelled to live in the quiet and sweet retirement of his own home, and in the midst of loved ones, by whom loving ministries were unstintingly given and gratefully received. His passing away, however, brings before some of us pictures of a man with a true soul, a burning enthusiasm, and a heart at leisure to soothe and sympathise, to strengthen and inspire a type of man that we can ill afford to lose. His eighty-four years were all spent in the Methodist Church. He was never wearied, and never wearied other people either in telling of the Methodist fire that flamed in his boyish days in his native Isle — the Isle of Wight. In telling of it his one object was to transmit the vision splendid to the greater privileged Methodists of this Austral land. For many years he helped to swell the large number of Methodist Territorials— that grand body of local preachers that any Church should be proud of, and by whom God is glorified. This Ashur was acceptable to his brethren. He filled every position in Methodism that was open to him, and did so with grace and credit. It was my privilege to meet him first of all in the days of my probation. The position and circumstances in which I found myself at that time were such as, perhaps, not one probationer in ten thousand is placed. Thank God for that ! By God's grace the imperilled barque of that circuit was piloted through those Euroclydon seas into waters peaceful and calm. It was only because God helped and blessed us that we passed to triumph. No human face in those days of trial-strain, was more welcome than that of our late friend. He was a young man's friend, counsellor and guide. After his visits every mountain difficulty seemed to be minimised, and I turned again to a difficult task with a new morning face and a buoyant, radiant hope. Blessed are the men who inspire others when the inspiration is most needed ! No man ever did more, and worked harder and more incessantly in his constituency than did the Hon. R. Baker during his political days. He was an expert at details ; nothing escaped his notice, and he gained many a vote because of his fidelity to this feature of work. He carried his religion into the realm of politics, and in the midst of temptations many and great remained faithful to his penitent form principles, and never forgot that he was a Methodist. For eighty-four years he has been true to Methodism : born of Methodist parents, born again a Methodist, and he died a Methodist. He was proud of 'the people called Methodists' and 'the preachers and expounders of God's Holy Word.' Three years spent in the circuit where he resided gave me an opportunity of entering into his home, and it was a joy to breathe its atmosphere. It was then that I learned some of the affection that was resident in his heart as husband and father. The last time it was my privilege to see him was during Conference time. I found him on 'the brink of eternity.' His voice had gone; those that looked out of the windows were darkened. Conversation was impossible, he saw me not; but his hand grasp told me that he had learned, the secret and retained it. As I spoke to him of the present, living : Christ, his face beamed with joy. He recognised my voice, and we had a communion of heart and soul that gave confirmation to the verities , of our faith. Christ is a real Saviour. So "God buries His workmen, but carries on His work".
Spectator and Methodist Chronicle Fri 26 Mar 1915 The Hon. R. Baker
Richard, the beloved husband of Caroline Baker, beloved father of Austin,
Harry and Ruth and brother of Peter Baker of Warrandyte, age 84 years 8 months.
Colonist of 61 years, Interred privately in Brighton Cemetery.
The Argus Sat 13 Mar 1915
The Hon R. Baker
The Hon. R. Baker. By Rev. P. E. Mallalieu.
The Methodist Church of Victoria has suffered no small loss by the death at Elsternwick, on March 10th, of the Hon. R. Baker. He was called home at the advanced age of eighty-four years' after a life of splendid, service generously and nobly rendered, he was a colonist of sixty years, and a Christian of over seventy years standing. As a boy at the penitent form he sought and found the Saviour. During recent years, owing to advancing age and growing infirmities, he has been compelled to live in the quiet and sweet retirement of his own home, and in the midst of loved ones, by whom loving ministries were unstintingly given and gratefully received. His passing away, however, brings before some of us pictures of a man with a true soul, a burning enthusiasm, and a heart at leisure to soothe and sympathise, to strengthen and inspire a type of man that we can ill afford to lose. His eighty-four years were all spent in the Methodist Church. He was never wearied, and never wearied other people either in telling of the Methodist fire that flamed in his boyish days in his native Isle — the Isle of Wight. In telling of it his one object was to transmit the vision splendid to the greater privileged Methodists of this Austral land. For many years he helped to swell the large number of Methodist Territorials— that grand body of local preachers that any Church should be proud of, and by whom God is glorified. This Ashur was acceptable to his brethren. He filled every position in Methodism that was open to him, and did so with grace and credit. It was my privilege to meet him first of all in the days of my probation. The position and circumstances in which I found myself at that time were such as, perhaps, not one probationer in ten thousand is placed. Thank God for that ! By God's grace the imperilled barque of that circuit was piloted through those Euroclydon seas into waters peaceful and calm. It was only because God helped and blessed us that we passed to triumph. No human face in those days of trial-strain, was more welcome than that of our late friend. He was a young man's friend, counsellor and guide. After his visits every mountain difficulty seemed to be minimised, and I turned again to a difficult task with a new morning face and a buoyant, radiant hope. Blessed are the men who inspire others when the inspiration is most needed ! No man ever did more, and worked harder and more incessantly in his constituency than did the Hon. R. Baker during his political days. He was an expert at details ; nothing escaped his notice, and he gained many a vote because of his fidelity to this feature of work. He carried his religion into the realm of politics, and in the midst of temptations many and great remained faithful to his penitent form principles, and never forgot that he was a Methodist. For eighty-four years he has been true to Methodism : born of Methodist parents, born again a Methodist, and he died a Methodist. He was proud of 'the people called Methodists' and 'the preachers and expounders of God's Holy Word.' Three years spent in the circuit where he resided gave me an opportunity of entering into his home, and it was a joy to breathe its atmosphere. It was then that I learned some of the affection that was resident in his heart as husband and father. The last time it was my privilege to see him was during Conference time. I found him on 'the brink of eternity.' His voice had gone; those that looked out of the windows were darkened. Conversation was impossible, he saw me not; but his hand grasp told me that he had learned, the secret and retained it. As I spoke to him of the present, living : Christ, his face beamed with joy. He recognised my voice, and we had a communion of heart and soul that gave confirmation to the verities , of our faith. Christ is a real Saviour. So "God buries His workmen, but carries on His work".
Spectator and Methodist Chronicle Fri 26 Mar 1915 The Hon. R. Baker
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