the dust" returned "to the earth, as it was, and the spirit unto God who gave it.” A vein, that had been overtasked in that majestic form, (so beautiful in death that one described it, when it had reached New Haven, as resembling some exquisite master-piece of statuary,*) had yielded to the rushing current of the life-blood from the brain; and there was a widow and an orphan in his house, and sheep without a shepherd in his fold; his aged parents and devoted brothers were bereaved of their darling; the twin was taken from my heart; Christ's "poor had lost a— Croswell."+

Can I conclude in fitter words than in his own, when I had written him, in 1834, of the last hours of my dear friend, the Rev. Dr. Montgomery: "Your last most touching letter has made me weep with them that weep, and left my heart more tender than ever to the sacred sorrows of this week of the Passion. The following lines, the sincere impulse of my feelings, arranged themselves, almost spontaneously, as they stand : — "My brother, I have read

Of holy men, in Christ who fell asleep,

For whom no bitter tears of woe were shed;
I could not weep.

"And thou thyself art one,

O man of loves, and truth without alloy !

The Master calleth, and thy work well done,
Enter thy joy!

*Every one spoke of his singular beauty in death.

He was buried in his

customary dress, over which was the surplice. It was one that had belonged to his friend, and mine, the Rev. Edward G. Prescott, who died at sea, on his voyage to Fayal. He has scarcely written anything more beautiful than this tribute to his memory. (See p. 27.)

†The Rev. Mr. Wells' Report.

"To such as thee belong

The harmonies in which all Heaven unite,
To share the inexpressive nuptial song'
And walk in white.

"And oh! thy church, thy home,

Thy widowed home! Who shall forbid to grieve?
How may they bear the desolating gloom

Such partings leave?

"Great Shepherd of the flock!

Even Thou whose life was given for the sheep,
Sustain them in the overwhelming shock,

And safely keep!'

Three words, beloved, and I have done. His "home," his "widowed home," will you leave that uncomforted? His work, his glorious work, will you leave that to falter? His teaching, his example, the beauty of his saintly life, the perfect beauty of his glorious and triumphant death, shall they be lost upon your hearts? Shall they be lost upon your lives?* Oh! for the testimony, if they are, that he will bear against you, when you stand with him before the Judge! Oh! for the blessedness and glory, if you bear the cross of Jesus Christ as he did, and conquer with him in that sign, which shall be yours when you shall enter with him the celestial fold, and be with him for ever with the Lamb!

* Nothing could exceed the solemnity and impressiveness of all the arrangements after his death. Thousands visited the remains, most of them of the poor for whom he lived. The Church was filled with mourners, the Bishop of the Diocese, with the assistant Bishop of Connecticut, and above sixty of the clergy being present. The admirable resolutions of the Wardens and Vestry well express their feelings and the feelings of the Parishioners. (See p. 29.)

Resolutions were also adopted by the Clergy, assembled at the house of the Bishop, he himself presiding, and by the Vestry of Christ Church.

ELEGIAC:

Written in a copy of Milton, presented by the Rev. E. G. PRESCOTT, who died on his passage to the Azores, on the third day after his departure, on the morning of the eleventh of April, 1844.

Thy cherished gift, departed friend,

With trembling I unfold,

And fondly gaze upon its lids

In crimson wrought and gold;
I open to its dirge-like strain
Of one who died at sea,-
And as I read of LYCIDAS

I think, the while, of thee.

Thy languid spirit sought, in vain

The beautiful Azores,

But ere it reached the middle main,
Was rapt to happier shores.
As in a dream-like halcyon calm,
It entered on its rest,

Amid the groves of Paradise,
And islands of the blest.

Kind friends afar, at thy behest,
Had fitted bower and hall
To entertain their kindred guest

In ever-green Fayal;

In greener bowers thy bed is made,

And sounder is thy sleep

Than ever life had known, among

The chambers of the deep.

PARISH OF THE ADVENT, BOSTON:

Sunday, the 22nd after Trinity, A. D. 1851.

At a meeting of the Wardens and Vestry, holden at the Church immediately after evening service, the committee appointed to proceed to New Haven in company with the body of the late Rector of this Parish,— the Reverend WILLIAM CROSWELL, D. D.,—and to attend to its interment at that place, reported, that they had discharged the duty assigned to them; the body having been buried at 11 o'clock, on the morning of the 13th of November, at the New Haven Cemetery, "deep in the ground," in accordance with the wishes of the deceased. The following resolution was thereupon adopted by a unanimous vote, and entered at large upon the record.

Resolved, That now, for the first time, when the last rites have been paid to the mortal remains of our beloved Rector, we will strive for a moment to control our grief, and to give expression, in some feeble degree, to what no words can measurably express.

Although it does not become us to sorrow as others which have no hope, yet we cannot behold the desolation of our House of Prayer, and remember the affliction which weighs upon the family of our beloved Rector, without offering to them the testimony of our sympathy and condolence.