THE SACRED SYMPATHY OF SORROW. THE DISCOURSE COMMEMORATIVE OF THE REV. WILLIAM CROSWELL, D.D. PREACHED IN THE CHURCH OF THE ADVENT, BOSTON, (OF WHICH HE WAS RECTOR,) ON SUNDAY, DECEMBER 7, 1851, AT THE REQUEST OF THE WARDENS AND VESTRY. BY THE RIGHT REV. GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE, D.D. LL.D. BISHOP OF NEW JERSEY. Printed by Request. BOSTON: CHARLES STIMPSON, 106, WASHINGTON STREET, 1852. DE GULIELMO MEO, MORTUO, SUSPIRIUM. "Ah, my brother !" ALAS! HOW LIFE DIVIDES ITSELF, THE LEFT AND THE DEPARTED; LIKE FUNERAL FILES, IN DOUBLE ROW, THE DEAD, THE BROKEN-HEARTED! BOSTON: WILLIAM CHADWICK, PRINTER, EXCHANGE STREET. WILLIAM CROSWELL: POET, PASTOR, PRIEST; ENTERED INTO LIFE, SUNDAY, 9 NOVEMBER, (TWENTY-FIRST AFTER TRINITY,) MDCCCLI. I DID not think to number thee, my Croswell, with the dead,* But counted on thy loving lips to soothe my dying bed, My more than brother" thou hast been for five and twenty years, In storm and shine, in grief and joy, alike in smiles and tears ; Our twin-born hearts so perfectly incorporate in one, That not the shadow of a thought e'er marred their unison. Beside me, in life's highest noon, to hear the bridegroom's voice Thy fingers, at the sacred font, when God my hearth had blessed, And when our patriarchal WHITE, with Apostolic hands, The Friday before was his forty-seventh birthday. “In person, Dr. Croswell was a very pattern of manly beauty."-Boston Ev. Traveller. Beside thee once again be mine, accepted Priest, to stand And take with thee the pastoral palm from that dear Shepherd's hand. As thou hast followed Him, be mine in love to follow thee, Nor care how soon my course be run, so thine my rest may be. Oh! beautiful and glorious death, with all thy armor on ;‡ Oh! pastoral and priestly death, poetic as thy life, A little child to shelter in Christ's fold from sin and strife,¶ RIVERSIDE, 10TH NOVEMBER, 1851. G. W. D. The Epistle for the Day contained St. Paul's graphic description of "the whole armor of God." His last words, in giving out the hymn, were : "Soldiers of Christ, arise And put your armor on.” "He never looked so heavenly. His smile upon the infant was ineffable in sweetness." -MS Letter, || Unable to rise, after the closing Collect, he said the Benediction on his knees. He died in two hours. A blood-vessel was ruptured in his brain. THe had just baptized an infant; and his sermon was addressed to children. **"Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not; for of such is the kingdom of Heaven." |