He was born June 10th, 1863; united with the Cumberland Presbyterian Church, at Covington, Ohio, February, 1873; received under the care of the Miami Presbytery of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church, March, 1881; licensed to preach the unsearchable riches of the gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ, August, 1882; laid down the armor, sword, and cross, and took up the robe, palm, and crown, July 21st, 7 o'clock P.M., 1883. He graduated in the Covington (Ohio) High School, April, 1881, and the same fall entered Lincoln University, Illinois, purposing a thorough classical course, to be followed by a thorough theological course in some seminary. He was noted in the University as one of its best students; always present and always prepared. He was in unusual good health up to the very time of his fatal illness. Sunday, July 15th, he preached twice to his church; was visiting his people Tuesday, and came home to his boarding house in the evening, cheerful, well, happy, and bright. Wednesday morning he awoke complaining, and soon his complaint developed a dangerous form of peritoritis, resulting in his death. Before vacation he had been the supply of a church near Dalton City, Ill., and had gone thither to spend the summer. His sister, Ida, reached him six hours, and his brother, W. H., two hours, before his final end. The remains were brought by them to Covington, Ohio, and placed beside those of his sainted father, Rev. F. G. Black, who fell in his pulpit exhorting sinners, and went home to glory a few hours afterwards. The funeral services were conducted at the home of the mother, before interment, by myself and Rev. James Best, Bradford, Ohio.
I never knew a young man of greater promise of greatness and great usefulness. He was a gentleman to the manner born. He was genial, warm, and enthusiastic as a friend; loving and thoughtful as a son; tender and affectionate as a brother; devout and spiritual as a Christian; fully consecrated as a living sacrifice upon the altar of the ministry. He often said: "O, how I do love to preach; I love it!" He was the most wonderful boy preacher I ever heard, and so say all who ever heard him. We often misestimate the loss of the Church when good and great men die. The death of one having completed, to a great extent, the full life work, is not so much as the loss of one just beginning. The loss of an old prince is not to be deplored as that of a young prince. The Church has lost a prince and great man in the death of this one. Great and grand in his possibilities. God deals with men in mysterious ways. The what and the why of his doings we know not now, often, but we shall know hereafter. This one, though he went so young, went full-handed. God has a right to the best. God never makes a mistake. He knows whom to take and whom to leave standing. We know not but God may have for all the choice ones he takes a grander work in the higher sphere, hence removes them from an earthly usefulness to a heavenly one. God's will be done, not ours.
The following is the action of the Presbytery:
The Miami Presbytery of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church, convened in a called session at Lebanon, Ohio, July 30th, 1883, has learned with deep regret that our dear brother, Chauncey J. Black, a licentiate of this Presbytery, departed this life, near Dalton City, Ill., on July 21st, 1883. Therefore,
Resolved, That we, the members of this Presbytery, much deplore the loss of this dear brother; but, since it is in accord with God's will, are reconciled to the will of "our Father who are in heaven."
2. That we as a Presbytery, and the churches knowing him so well, have never suffered a more severe shock and loss than in his sudden death; he being a young man possessing the finest talent and of the greatest promise of the widest usefulness to the Church and the world.
3. That a copy of this preamble and these resolutions be transmitted to his mother and her family, with whom we deeply and most sincerely mourn; and that a copy be sent to the CUMBERLAND PRESBYTERIAN for publication, with the request that other Church papers copy.
The prayer of the Presbytery is that his mantle may fall on some young man in her bounds. The whole Church needs to pray the Lord of the harvest that he may send more laborers into his vineyard.
[Source: The Cumberland Presbyterian, August 23, 1883, page 1]