None shed off such splendid scintillations in our evening colloquies on the piazzas.

Haven was not comparable with his associate, Bishop Simpson, in pulpit oratory, for he was rarely an effective public speaker on any occasion, but in brilliancy of thought, which made him in conversation like the charge of an electric battery, and in brilliancy of pen, that kindled everything it touched, he was without a rival in the Methodist Church--or almost in any other church in the land.

Consistently and conscientiously a radical, he always took extreme ground on such questions as negro rights, female suffrage, and liquor prohibition, and he never retreated.
Underneath all this impulsive and impetuous radicalism he was thoroughly old-fashioned and orthodox in his theology--as far from Calvinism as any Wesleyan usually is.

He did delight in the doctrines of grace with his whole heart, and it is all the more grateful to me, as a Presbyterian, to pay this honest tribute to his deeply devout and Christ-like character.

I knew him when he was a student in the Wesleyan University at Middletown--somewhat rustic in his ways, but a bold, bright youth hungry for knowledge.