William Buell Sprague - Works

Works

Dr. William Buell Sprague was author of the following publications;

  • "Letters on Practical Subjects from a Clergyman of New England to His Daughter" (Hartford, 1822)
  • "Letters from Europe First Published in the New York Observer" (New York, 1828)
  • "Lectures to Young People" (New York, 1830)
  • "Lectures on the Revival of Religion" (Albany, 1832)
  • "Hints Designed to Regulate the Intercourse of Christians" (Albany, 1834)
  • "Lectures Illustrating the Contrast Between True Christianity and Various Other Systems" (New York, 1837)
  • "Memoir of Rev. Edward Dorr Griffin, D.D." (Albany, 1838)
  • "Letters to Young Men" (Albany, 1844)
  • "Life of Timothy Dwight" (Albany, 1845)
  • "Aids to Early Religion" (New York, 1847)
  • "Words to a Young Man's Conscience by a Father" (Albany, 1848)
  • "Monitory Letters to Church Members" published anonymously (Philadelphia, 1855)
  • "Visits to European Celebrities" (Boston, 1855)
  • "Annals of the American Pulpit" (New York, 1857–1869) (9 vols.)
  • "Memoirs of Rev. John McDowell, D.D., and the Rev. William A. McDowell" (New York, 1864)
  • "The Life of Jedidiah Morse" (New York, 1874)

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