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queen, and some who had spent many a pleasant and never to be forgotten hour with the immortal Shakespeare.
Upon these shores the red man made his home,-here lived and died. Nay, our whole, broad, beautiful land was almost a howling wilderness. The vast, fertile prairies, where now stand mighty cities of rapid growth, and well cultivated fields are found, were then the Indians' hunting ground, untrodden by the white man, unexplored and unexplorable. Then we were the subjects of England. The thought of an independent, free government had not been conceived, much less born. In England the licentious Charles II was unvailing to the world his total depravity.
Only six years had past since Louis the XIV, to the State officials, who, at the death of Mazarine, his chief minister, had asked " to whom in the future they must address them- selves on public business," had given this significant and ever memorable reply, "To myself !" Milton, the heaven-inspired poet, still lived, and, perchance, the out-breathings of his devoted heart may have brought down upon this then new born Church, the rich and life-giving blessing of that God whom he so loved. Peter the Great, who, in more senses than one, may be regarded as the father of the vast empire of Russia, was not yet born ; and William of Orange had not flooded Holland and thus repelled the invading hosts of France. Such a thing as a really free government was unknown. It was an age of Despotism, when might made right.
Since then what changes have taken place. What men have lived. What fearful scenes have been enacted. What glo- rious triumphs to human liberty have been gained. What fearfully bloody revolutions have swept over France. What untold horrors have been enacted in the Bastile. How has earth trembled beneath the excited tread of contending armies. All the battles of Wellington have been fought. Napoleon, inspired by the spirit of War, and impelled by the demon Ambition, has come, written his name in blood, and long since has departed from a startled, wondering, admiring world. The Inquisition, that hell-born instrument of death and tor- ture,-worse than death,-has been forever banished.
In our own land, scenes no less wonderful and important have transpired. The events of the Indian wars have past.
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The long seven years' struggle, put forth to attain our inde- pendence, with all concurrent events, has become, for these eighty years, part of the history of the past.
Liberty with us has become a reality ; and from a weak dependent we have grown stalwart and strong, so that to-day we grasp with one hand the turbulent Atlantic and with the other the milder Pacific, while the Arctic Ocean on the North, and the Gulf on the South, indicate our latitude. Well forged shackles have been broken, the enslaved have been set free, and we stand to-day a representative people. And not alone, for throughout all the nations of the world, the spirit of human liberty, emanating from us, is at work, so that to-day it is not the man but the masses, that rule.
Like wonderful transformations have taken place in the edu- cational world, the results of which have filled lake, river, sound and ocean with floating palaces, steam-impelled ; spanned our country with railroads ; spread out like living threads, the electric wire, which with one swift bound leaps across the ocean, and will soon flash its messages around the world. Yea, results too great and grand to be grasped at once, have been attained since Pierson-ever to be honored name- became first President of Yale College.
If to-day he is permitted to look down upon us assembled here, where once he lived and labored, and with deep and anx- ious interest and steadfast hope, watched over and prayed for success of the then youthful College, and see it loaded with the thickly clustering honors of almost two centuries, already become America's noblest and best University, owning as her children more than nine thousand, who have gone forth from her various departments, who have proved, and are now proving in numberless ways, powers for good in the world ; and that holds, in her arms to-day, seven hundred young men, lacking one, that one being equal to the number in the Senior Class in 1702 ; if he is permitted from his distant home,-and per- chance not so distant as we sometimes think,-to see all this, and the noble, learned and justly celebrated band of men that now have charge of its educational interests, and you, " its most
* President Woolsey was not able to be present on account of sickness, but Professor D. C. Gilman being his representative, he, (Pres. W.,) is addressed as though present.
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honored head, sitting in the same chair in which he sat, while, like yourself, he was President of the College, then surely his spirit heart must glow, and his joy must receive a deeper thrill, as he beholds these already perfected results of his labors.
In the religious world, the change has been none the less marked. Freedom to worship God according to the dictates of one's own conscience, was a dream which few, even if any, hoped or expected would ever prove a reality. But to-day, no " Blue Laws" or laws of bigoted proscription mar or deface our statutes. Baptist, Methodist,-a name then unknown,- Episcopalian, or what not, may now, without let or hin- drance, worship God. To-day, throughout the broad earth, no martyr stakes are erected ; no cruel flames, with their hiss- ing, fiery tongues eat up the quivering flesh ; no instruments of cruel torture in the hands of heartless men, make life a curse, or force the heart to stay its beatings ; these are all things of the past, and have become so SINCE, ON THIS HILL, THE WATCH-FIRES OF GOD'S TRUTH WERE KINDLED.
Truth was walled out then ; now, the walls are broken down ; then, mankind were groping their way, seeing but dimly the way of life ; now, in fulfillment of Christ's blessed promise,- to draw all men unto Himself,-they have been lifted up into the purer atmosphere of a higher, holier life ; they see more clearly the truth-they better understand their real wants, so that from even Priest-ridden Italy, and lust-enslaved Turkey, comes the cry : "Send, oh, send us Light and Life,"-the Missionary and the Bible !
With all these revolutions in State and Church, with all the mighty changes in the civil, educational and religious world, this Church stands connected. Its life has formed a part of the great life which has existed around it. The spiritual influ- ence which has gone forth from this sacred hill during the two hundred eventful years now past, has helped make the world what it is. The holy longings and the deeper pulsations of its inner life, have not only called down the blessings of God here, but have infused new life and power into His entire Catholic Church, so as a living branch of the true vine there is a fresher vitality here. Just as the rough, uncouth and stony surface of this hill, as it was two hundred years ago, has been wrought
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upon by the strong arm of man, and still stronger hand of time, till, compared with what it was, it is a beauteous lawn, dipping to the south and east and west, but with the same everlasting granite for its base, so, some of the rough points which may have marred the outer beauty of the Church here planted, have been brushed away by the changes of the past, but the same real spirit-life remains ; upon the same immova- ble, eternal Foundation-Stone she rests. Here, there is no change.
For one, I feel deeply grateful that God has given us this opportunity to celebrate the two hundredth anniversary of this Church,-a vine of His own planting,-that He has granted us this blessed, interest-fraught season to travel back over the past, and greet those who have gone on before us, and whom, ere long, we shall join in a never ending union.
And as I glance over the names of the under shepherds, who have been sent by God to watch and feed this flock ; when I contemplate the character of Woodbridge, the sterling worth of Pierson, whose efforts in behalf of education have been so wonderfully blest ; the intellectual power of Eliot, who was instrumental in gathering into the bosom of the Church more than five hundred immortal souls ; when in fine I call to mind the worth and work and character of those who have been pastors of this Church,-from Woodbridge to Moore,-I feel that you have reason to rejoice and praise God for his great and continued goodness to you as a Church and a people.
And as to-day, in our history as a Church, we clasp hands with long ago, even as the green leafed 1867 reaches backward to the sere leafed 1667, and the verdant and smooth hand of the present clasps the dry and withered of the past, so with the hand of a living faith, let us, reaching upward and for- ward, clasp closely the hand of those who have gone before, AND THUS, WITH ONE HAND IN HEAVEN AND THE OTHER ON EARTH,-ONE RESTING ON MORTALITY, THE OTHER GRASPING IMMORTALITY,-LET US PLANT OUR FEET MORE FIRMLY ON THE ROCK, CHRIST JESUS, and like our fathers, as was their
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wont at the settlement of each new pastor," solemnly renew our Covenant Vows, to live henceforth more to His glory, the building up of His kingdom and the gathering of immortal souls.
* It was the custom of the early Fathers of this Church at the settlement of each new pastor to declare their "adhearance to the Doctrine of Faith and Covenant which were agreed upon and signed by our Rev. Pastor, the Rev. John Woodbridge," and others.
NOTE 2d .- The Cong. Church in what was then North, but now Killingworth, was organized in May, 1735.
THE ORIGINAL CONFESSION OF FAITH AND COVENANT OF THE CHURCH.
The Doctrine of faith, And the Covenant in and according unto which the Church of Christ at Kelinworth in the ffirst Imbodying of it was and yet is Ingaged unto God and their Duty.
I Believe that there is only one true, living, and Eternal God ; infinite in his being, truth holyness, power, wisdom, justice and goodness distin- guished into and subsisting in three glorious and undivided persons who are the same in substance, Essence & Attributes, equall in glory power and Majestie : yet distinguished by their Relative & personall properties. The ffather beeing the first in order & orignall, begetting the Son. The Son the second beeing begotten of the ffather. The holy ghost the third proceeding both from the ffather & the Son. That this God is the Almighty Creator, the sovereigne, wise and just upholder, desposer & Governour of all his Creaturs, & all their actions. That man being created after his Image, in a state of Integrity & Blessedness hath now suffered the Loss of both, by his disobedience to, and his disunion from God, and is by nature in a state of spiritual weakness, enmity, pollution, guilt unrighteousness & wrath.
I believe that when the fullness of time was come, God the ffather sent his true, only & eternall Son, true God and equall with the ffather to take upon him the nature of man, that so subsisting in and consisting of two distinct natures, & one undivided person, he might be a fitt mediator between, & reconciler of God & man; and an efficacious and sufficient Redeemer of man, by price and power, which Son of God being Anointed the King, Priest and Prophett of the Church, did execute his office by his obeying the Law, revealing the Gospell, suffering Death, and now presenting before the ffather his Righteousness, Death and merites, and in sending the holy spirit to inlighten, convince, call and sanctify all those that are given unto him, who, being enabled to believe in his name in the
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Anniversary Hymn, written by Miss Wealtha Maria Hilliard.
Sung to the old Tune of "STAFFORD."
WE gather, in this Autumn time, To offer notes of grateful praise
To Him whose goodness crowns the year, Whose glories shine through endless days.
We praise Thee, that in counsels wise, Of Thy most gracious, sovereign will,
Thou didst ordain this Vine to stand Upon this consecrated hill,-
And that for these Two Hundred years Thy never-tiring, loving hand Hath nurtured it, caused it to spread, And made it flourish in the land.
day when God, having raised them from the dead, shall judge all men according to their works, shall be adjudged to eternal life, and all others to everlasting punishment according to the scriptures of truth, which I believe to be the very word of God, and the only rule of faith & manners.
This God in Jesus Christ I avouch to be my God & do promise and Covenant to have no other Gods before him, but as his spirit & grace shall enable me I will believe his truths, obey his will, and run the Race of his Commandments, walking before him & beeing upright exercising my self in duties of piety towards God, sobrietie towards my self, & Jus- tice and Charity towards others. And because Christ hath appointed spirituall administrations in his Church as the Sacraments to signifie, seale and exhibitt the benefitts of Christ, as also Admonitions for the unruley, censures for offenders, consolations for the penitent, teachings, quickenings, & exortations for all, I will truly countenance, & faithfully submit to the Regular dispensation of all in the Church of Christ in this place, and for the promoting of the same performe my injoyned & Respective duties unto others, that we may be all saved in the day of the Lord.
JOHN WOODBRIDGE, EDWARD GRISWOLD, WILLIAM HAYTON, JOSIAH HULL, HENRY FFARNAM,
And one hundred others "were Ingaged in the Covenant above men- tioned before the year 1694."
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We praise Thee, that thy love didst send Thine husbandmen to train the Vine, And that it prospered 'neath their care : The glory, Lord, we own, is thine.
May every branch united be To Christ, the true and living vine, Till on each one the fruits of life In rich, abundant clusters shine.
And when that fruit shall ripened be, 'Neath beams of God's perfecting grace,
He shall prepare, for each glad soul, In realms of bliss, a welcome place,
Where, with the saints of ages past, And all who yet redeemed shall be, With Christ, our ever-blessed Lord, We'll reign through all eternity.
BENEDICTION.
At the close of this service, cordial invitations were given for all to visit the basement of the Church, where a sumptuous entertainment, provided by the ladies, awaited them. Some three hundred persons were boun- tifully supplied.
At this Thanksgiving Festival of the Church, her sons and daughters, with their guests, gathered around a table heaped with a liberal hand, with the best pro- ductions of a fruitful season, arranged with taste and skill. There were oysters, chicken pies, roast turkeys, chickens, ducks, roast pig, boiled ham and tongue ; puddings, cakes and pastry, all looking as if they had come on purpose to grace this Thanksgiving Feast. The pumpkin pies were fully equal to the support of New England's ancient renown in that line, and the time-honored pork and beans were not forgotten.
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Patient and skillful fingers had wrought many and curious devices in cake and pastry, among which the figures " 1667," and " 200," often appeared.
Boquets, arranged by Miss Marietta W. Hull, of the beautiful late blooming flowers of this region, adorned the tables.
Old friends here met, exchanging cheerful greetings. One tie binding all together, the remembrances of the past.
At two o'clock the audience reassembled. The choir giving the anthem, "O! come, let us sing unto the Lord."
In response to a call from the moderator, Prof. D. C. GILMAN, of Yale College, (who had been seated in the old oaken chair which once belonged to Rector Pierson,) then made a short address, in which he described the early connection of Yale College with the town of Killingworth, and paid a tribute of respect to the first rector* of the "Collegiate School of Connec- ticut," the pastor also of the church now celebrating its two hundredth anniversary. He quoted a letter from Rev. Dr. Vermilye, of New York, referring to a silver tankard once belonging to the rector, which was for a while handed down from one generation to another as an heir-loom, but of which the trace, for the moment at least, has been lost. He remarked that Old Killingworth should be regarded by scholars as one of the shrines of American education, and promised to do what he could to secure a Memorial Stone, with a suit- able inscription upon it, to mark the spot where the earliest senior classes of Yale College were taught.
He also mentioned that the Rev. Dr. Jared Elliot, successor of Rector Pierson, in the church, was like-
* Rev. Abraham Pierson.
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wise a celebrated man, a graduate and trustee of the College, a physician and a scholar, the author of a trea- tise on Field Husbandry, and the friend and corres- pondent of Dr. Benjamin Franklin. We may presume, he said, that Franklin on his journeys from Philadel- phia to Boston, took the Shore Line Route, like a sensi- ble man, stopping at his friend, Dr. Elliot's, to talk over the scientific topics of the day.
I'rof. Gilman expressed his regret that President Woolsey had been detained from this festival by ill- health, and in conclusion he urged the present genera- tion to emulate the love of learning, the devotion to education, and the Christian virtues of those Worthies of the past whose services had been in the morning so fully recounted.
The next in order, was Mr. WM. L. KINGSLEY, Editor of the New Englander, whose theme was the patience and perseverance of the early settlers. He related a story illustrative of this.
A welcome guest was the Rev. JAMES D. MOORE. The sight of his face, and the sound of his voice, awakening tender memories in the hearts of many. He who for sixteen years had been identified with the interests of the Church, as its pastor, and who had given much time and patient research of the records of the past, was well prepared to speak of its early history.
He remarked that the storm of the preceding day, and the chilling cold of that, furnished fitting types of the trials and hardships* they endured, who here
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* Killingworth, Dec. ye 20th, 1720 : * *
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Also it was agreed by voat that there shall be allowed 2s. per head for Every fox or wild cat that shall be killed within the town Bounds and to be paid out of the town treasurey, they that shall kill any fox or wild cat to bring the head thereof to the selectmen.
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planted this " vine of the Lord," which had been such a mighty influence for good in all this region.
" There are two interesting facts connected with the original and the present names of this place. One is that Killing- worth is a corruption of the first true name ; the other is, that Clinton is the same name slightly varied. The name origin- ally given to the place (upon passing from Homonoseit Plan- tation into a township) was Kenilworth, from a town in War- wickshire, England, from which place some of the first settlers are supposed to have come. In the course of a few years, we find by the town records, it came to be spelt Kelinworth, by the transposition of the l and n, doubtless in accordance with a similar change in the pronunciation. By the end of the cen- tury it became, by a horrible metamorphosis, Killingworth, which form (as evil, by a law of its nature, is persistent,) it still retains. The same change occurred in England, where the town in Warwickshire has in like manner become Killing- worth.
When the south part of the original Killingworth was con- stituted into a new town, the name Clinton was chosen, in honor of Governor De Witt Clinton, like the long list of towns and counties of that name in the United States. It is unfortunate that the original name, Kenilworth, had not been selected, but as it was not, the name Clinton is the next best that could possibly have been adopted. It is, in fact, the same name. The first syllable, Clin, is manifestly only a slight change of the first corruption, Kelin, and the last sylla- ble of each, ton and worth, have essentially the same significa- tion, namely, an inclosure ; ton or tun, in the old Saxon, was a fenced hill or fortification ; worth, was a fenced place, a court, or castle. Making for the town a name full of meaning, with God's everlasting hills on the north, and the restless, murmur- ยท ing sea on the south.
Nor does this identity of the names rest only on etymology. It is also proved by historic fact.
Kenilworth, England, was the barony of Sir Geoffrey de Clinton, chamberlain and treasurer of Henry the first, and who in the reign of Henry the second built there the famous Kenil- 4
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worth Castle. It is most probable, therefore, that the name of the place (the fief,) was Clinton, or Kenilton, as these barons took title from the name of their barony. Hence, when Sir Geoffrey de Clinton built his castle, he called it Kenilworth, or Kenilcastle."
The Rev. JAMES A. GALLUP followed Mr. Moore, and interested and amused the audience with a sketch of his " thoughts by the way." He had been wondering if this aged sister, who to-day was holding her Two Hundredth Birthday Party, would appear in the cos- tume of ye olden time, with her cap and spectacles. If her voice would be faltering, her sight dim, her steps tottering with the infirmities of age. On the contrary, he had found that her bonnets were as fashionable, her eyes as bright, her form as erect and as full of the life and vigor of youth as her younger sisters. Might he not conclude that she had been the especial care of her Father, who had made her to be eternally youthful, beautiful, immortal.
Poem-Glimpses of the Years-written by Mrs. George B. Hilliard, and read by Mrs. Maria Josephine Warren.
GLIMPSES OF THE YEARS.
FRIENDS, would ye look with fancy's gaze Through the vista of Two Centuries ?
Come where the Indian River flows,- Where the red men paddled their bark canoes.
Here, in later times, the stately ship Was built, and launched for the ocean trip;
Now, thousands of human beings ride
On iron rails, o'er its swelling tide.
On its grassy bank, which our fathers chose
A shrine for their sacred trust,
Our treasures rest in death's repose,
Dust mingling with the dust!
On the hill-top o'erlooking the river and lea,
The sparse settled hamlet, and blue, rock-bound sea,
Stands a monument, true to the faith of our sires,
The Church of their God, with its heaven-pointing spires.
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See here, the foundations of time-honored Yale,- And there, a stone school house, where old " Master TEAL," At the blazing hearth, with book on his knee, Taught the children to say the A, B, C, And showed the far-advanced, minister's son How the intricate " Rule o' Three" was done. But the Puritan's Church, with its large, square pews, And very high pulpit, is long out of use. Then, the pastor no gloomy "Shady Side" found. His salary was paid in pork by the pound,
And wood, corn, and grain; cheese, butter, and flax ; And a little "pin money" just settled the tax.
The Puritan mothers, with pious care, Took thought for the minister's family wear. In each donation basket with riches fraught, The notable "skein o' yarn" was brought ; Producing a fabric, the parish pride, When a skillful hand the shuttle plied.
The red, low-roofed houses, with chimneys of stone, And mammoth fire-places, are nearly all gone. The architect copies their model no more, Nor housewife, for carpet, strews sand on the floor.
They'd no marble-top tables, with books by the score,
But honored and blessed was their ancient lore,- The Bible, and Psalm-book, and famed " Catechise," And "OLD SAYBROOK PLATFORM," so reverently prized. No news-boy came, night, and morning, and noon, With "New York Daily Times, Sun, and Tribune;" The news came, jogging along the post line In saddle-bags, safe, but not always " on time." Intelligence traveled at tardy rate,
Ere steam power and lightning came to compete. But see! round the world on the wings of flame
Is borne through the darkness " His wonderful name." The vales are exalted, the mountains brought low, And a pathway is found for the ransomed to go. Hear! Earth's joyful millions respond to the thought Sent first on the telegraph, " What hath God wrought !"
Singing,-" Guide me, Oh! Thou Great Jehovah."
The next speaker, LEWIS ELLIOTT STANTON, elo- quently compared the privations of the past with the privileges of the present. He said, --
" While listening to the Historical Discourse, I have been thinking what curious changes have occurred in Clinton since our ancestors came up to the house of God, upon this sacred hill, at the sound of Samuel Griswold's church-going drum.
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" What an unusual sight to witness, as the various house- hold groups draw near the church. The head of the family, instead of carrying the light walking stick of to-day, is man- fully shouldering his gun .**
" The pastor has alluded to the Class of 1702. What joys and sorrows, hopes and fears, must have concentrated upon that Senior Class of one ! Who took the Valedictory ? Who delivered the Latin Oration ? Who carried off the Wooden Spoon ? and who, I shudder at the inquiry, was the poorest scholar in that Class ?
"You have spoken, sir, of Mr. David Redfield. But you never heard him sing. We remember how he made melody, with heart and voice, and many of us reflect upon the sublime and impressive words with which he invariably opened his prayer, 'O ! Thou who art from everlasting to everlasting, the same unchangeable God.'
" Friends, how many of you have forgotten the old Oak Tree in the grave yard ? The Bible says, 'Cursed be he who removeth his neighbor's landmark,' and I could almost pro- nounce a similar malediction upon any who should have cut down that ancient and revered landmark. Through many a generation it guarded the resting place of your ancestors ; for the past few years withered, and with only a few leaves at the top, then leafless and dead ; and the last time I saw it, the old tree had fallen, and lay among the graves, stretching bare arms to the sky. The sentinel oak is gone, and many of this audi- ence have more friends who have been laid to rest under its branches than they have among those who are walking the earth in God's blessed sunlight.
"A good story is told of Dr. Elliot. He was careless of temporalities. His wife attended to them. The deacons paid him a quarter's salary one day. They were afraid he would give away the money. So they tied it up-none of our mod-
* August : 15 : 1696.
At a meeting : the town thought it nescary to have a guard to attend the meting Saboth Days : they agreed and voted that if 8 men wold Appeer to attend that sarvice, they should have : 2 : Shillings a pece allowed them in their town rate.
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ern greenbacks, but good hard silver-in a silk handkerchief, in a great many knots. Going home, he met a poor woman, whose wants touched his heart. He tried to untie the knots, but the deacons' precaution proved too much for him. After working a while without success, he broke out with, 'Well, my good woman, I believe the Lord intends you shall have it all,' and handing over the handkerchief and silver, rode home to his prudent wife, with joy in his heart, but no money in his saddlebags.
"Eventful two hundred years ! 1667, the licentious era of the Restoration ; 1867, the era of liberty and peace, of new liberty for the slave, and of stable peace for all the people. ' Qui transtulit sustinet,' were, in 1667, words of faith and hope ; in 1867, they are words of assurance ; they illustrate the history of this Church and community. By the blessing of God, our ancestors wrought and conquered ; under the bles- sing of God, we inherit the fruit of their labors."
Mr. Stanton continued with a variety of local and personal anecdotes illustrative of the olden time, and the history of the Church and Town.
The Rev. WM. E. BROOKS desired to express his thanks for the experiences of the day, which had been signally blessed to him. Being comparatively a stran- ger, having been called to this pastorate but a few months previous, he had known little or nothing of the Church's history. But in making the preparations for the Historical Address, he had been compelled to delve into the old records, bringing out all the facts possible, until he had felt himself pervaded by a new and pow- erful affection for every thing pertaining to her life and growth. Happy in the thought that he had been called to work where such noble and efficient laborers had in their day and generation wrought. Pointing to the motto over the pulpit, he said,-
"This motto, that has been like a spirit of inspiration to me, and whose language of assurance we with full hearts can
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to-day adopt, may the future years as they come and go, prove still more especially ours. As we together go hand in hand down to the night of time, may there dawn for each one pres- ent, the morn of a blissful eternity."
Hymn, composed by Miss Wealtha Maria Hilliard.
TUNE-" Old Hundred."
ANEW we gird the armor on; We grasp with firmness, faith, our shield;
Hope's helmet place upon our brow, And fain the Spirit's sword would wield.
We turn our faces to the foe ; The hosts of sin come pressing on ; We fight not with the arm of flesh; By love, alone, the vict'ry's won.
We conquer in His mighty name, Who triumphed over death and hell ;
What trophies in His name we'll win, Eternity alone can tell.
We'll march beneath the cross of Christ, Till our brief warfare shall be o'er, Then wear the crown His hand bestows, And sing His praise forever more.
Doxology-sung as only an audience can sing, whose hearts are all alive with emotion-" Praise God, from whom all blessings flow."
Benediction by the Pastor.
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