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I'E 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 !
WILLIAM CHADWICK, PRINTER;
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,*
My more than brother” thou hast been for five and twenty years,
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. t" In person, Dr. Croswell was a very pattern of manly beauty.”—Boston Ev. Traveller,
Beside thee once again be mine, accepted Priest, to stand
Oh! beautiful and glorious death, with all thy armor on ;I
Oh! pastoral and priestly death, poetic as thy life, -
G. W. D.
RIVERSIDE, 10TH NOVEMBER, 1851.
| 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."
S“ “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.
1 He 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.”