MEMURIAM iN Art STODDARD. A PL EL oo | = Lr 7 sine na 1 arse ea ote oN, a 7 ~ Z , lat GS pa > Pp IN MEMORIAM 2 BLIZA PLATT STODDARD DAUGHTER OF PROF. JOHN F. AND ELIZA A. STODDARD, SENT TO THE HOME OF EARTH JULY 21st, 1869; CALLED TO THE HOME IN HEAVEN MAY 197u, 1886. “The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord.” Nee AR KON, discs Srarnuck & DUNHAM, PRINTERS, 165 MARKET STREET. 188 6. SPRING HILL, KEARNY, N, J. LINN E'l2geee IR PEPLACE, he; has Bre) cas ae aX) The Loung Ahirls’ Allizsion, Banu, JN THE HOPE THAT, AS THE MEMORY OF ONE WHO LOVED THEM SHALL INSPIRE TO NEW SERVICE FOR CHRIST, SHE MAY LIVE IN THEIR LIVES, AND WORK THROUGH THEIR EFFORTS, THAT WHEN THEY MEET IN JIEAVEN THE POWER AND RREAPER MAY REJOICE TOGETHER. With THE Love of ‘ Linnet’s”’ ‘MoTHER. Succasunna, N. J., JuLY 21, 1886. SF SF SI oth pcs £O¥ a9 es LENIE Z IN MEMORIAM. One Summer morn, from realms of love, A little pilgrim came; Our Father sent her from above, To share our home, and name. To walk beside us day by day, And rest with us at night; Of every thorny, shadowed way, The comfort and delight. Her little hand was laid in ours, To strengthen, guide, and cheer In many weary, lonely hours, When no one else was near. Her voice awoke the echoing tone Of joy, in every place, A brightness in her presence shone, A gladness in her face, IN MEMORIAM. That made it seem a pleasant thing To journey here below ; To open up some living spring For others as we go. The growing thought, and tenderness, The love—intense and true; Each year, more full of preciousness, Of promise, ever new, For almost seventeen years was given. And then a Voice was heard,— A message to our child from heaven. As, at the sudden word, The pace was quickened, and she passed Away from mortal sight; ’ A shadow on the earth was cast, That changed our day to night. But as she reached the entrance gate, And heard the welcome home Of her dear Lord, and those who wait For each of us to come, The pearls of heaven were opened wide, And light shone on our way, Amid the deepest gloom to guide, Until the dawn of day. This darkened earth can be made bright From Heaven’s unfolding portal ; And we can walk in the same light As those in life immortal. ee oe ee IN MEMORIAM. One ray, to mark our steps toward home, From its own doorway gleaming, For those who have already come The noonday glory’s beaming. Our Linnet is among that band, Beloved, protected, guided ; Expecting us in that blest land, With those to us confided. A new step on the street of gold, A new voice in the Psalm; A new name on the book enrolled, A newly gathered Palm. It is our Linnet’s hand that brings This offering of Palm; It is our Linnet’s voice that sings In that celestial Psalm. Our Linnet walking with her Lord Upon the pavement golden; And listening to His blessed word, From His own lips outspoken. The robe of white, the harp, the crown, The mansion, He is giving; To be eternally her own; How truly SHE IS LIVING. And we are going to the child; Each camping ground is nearer ; The journey through the rugged wild Makes rest and welcome dearer. | | ae @ 2) | : | IN MEMORIAM. Before the throne the sainted wait; Within the temple stand; No service is too small, or great, If it is God’s command. And can we share the blest employ Of those with God above ? To minister,—their highest joy, And ours to serve,—in love. There is a work for us,—in time, So noble, and so true; It lifts us to the heights sublime, To touch the work they do. In consecrated service one, In spirit parted—never ; And when ¢o us is said “ well done,” One in His presence—ever. One thought—to do the Master’s will Inspires each fond endeavor ; His gracious purpose to fulfil, In this world, or the other. This golden link unites the seen And the unseen together; Until we lift the veil between And share one home forever. ae ye — vr a ~~ - at Seven years. OBITUARY. On the 2ist of July, 1869, the Heavenly Father sent an angel to the household at Spring Hill. We named her HrizA PuATT, for her sainted grand- mother; but, when she was a month old, she smiled as her cousin called her a little bird, a little Linnet, and thus she received her pet name. A year of health was followed by three months of illness ; medical skill watched but could not stay the march of disease, when the Great Physician sent a dear friend with beef-tea and wise counsel, and the child was given back to brighten another year. Then, in mid-winter, she wilted like a flower touched with the frost. Our hope was alone in God; a request was sent to the ladies’ prayer meeting that, if the train- ing of earth could be used for God’s glory, she might be entrusted to us. Her pastor prayed, since Jesus loved and loves little children, He would listen and help. Prayer was answered. The child’s life was spared ; the one light in her father’s sick-room, the one comfort of its weary hours. 2 10 OBITUARY. One day as the two year old darling was looking over some pictures in a Sunday School paper she saw a little girl at the piano, and said ‘*‘ Vo mamma!” She thought the little girl would be lonely not to have mamma to say ‘‘sweet child,’’ so she could say ‘‘sweet mamma.” Then.coming to her mamma, with both hands around her neck, she said ‘‘I love you, mamma.’’ At set times the dolls must have their supper, each being fed with a spoon; the one lacking a head receiving her portion in her hand. One day, coming to mamma’s room, she could not lift the latch, so she called ‘‘dear mamma, please open the door,’ teaching a lesson in that childish, trusting plea that can never be forgotten. In November, 1871, she learned the little verse *‘ Suffer little children to come unto me,’’ and became accustomed to sit still at prayer. One day crackers had been added to the oyster soup, and papa could not take any. Linnet noticed that for this reason Margaret was in disfavor, and true to her desire to make every one at ease, she tasted hers and said, ‘“Marne’s soup, good soup;’’ then looking from one to the other for a response went on praising the soup until each unpleasant thought was for- gotten. Hearing mamma say to Margaret one even-. ing, I do not wish any tea; ‘‘Mamma feel bad, no want tea, better come and take a little.’ One morning, while breakfasting in the kitchen, her chair was placed opposite the cross-bar of the long table, suddenly she said to Margaret ‘‘One of Linnett’s feet in other room;’’ one foot had wandered past the cross-piece under the table. At grandpa’s she OBITUARY. ye used to walk around the dining room table and say, ** Please, grandpa, come home,”’ until she heard his cane on the walk, then run to greet him with smiles that brightened his face, however weary with care. One day, in New York, candy was bought and given in her hand, but she did not offer to untie the string, saying ‘‘Candy, grandpa, supper, plate, ask Linnett have some.’’ These little incidents of these very early years are noted for the faithful helpers in that home. One morning, of her third year, she covered up ' mamma’s nose with a blanket, and said ‘‘ Blackbird nip off your nose—better keep covered.”’ At dinner, papa was helping her to a small piece of custard pie, when his hand turned and the pie with it, Linnet looked up with an arch smile and said, ‘‘Simple Simon—papa not put pie on plate right.” December 22nd, she commenced to sew, wanting to help on the Christmas gifts which her little hands were to distribute. When recovering from her severe illness she said one morning to Lizzie, ‘‘Good morn- ing; do you feel pretty well? Linnet has been very sick. Is Pay. better?’’? then, when dressed, took her little duster from the rack, dusted her chair, and sat down. Afternoon she warmed papa’s boots and took them to him, although she was very weak; soon after, said ‘‘See me hop!” It was a poor attempt at her former exercise, but it was a great deal to those who had watched during three weeks of suspense. Then we all knelt down to thank God for His mercy ; leaning her head on her little chair she was quiet as if following every word; and when able to go down 12 OBITUARY. stairs once more, as she bowed ‘with mamma, she put her doll in a kneeling posture before her chair and said, ‘‘She is praying for Linnet.’’ When mamma went to the city she commissioned her thus: ‘‘ Bring my baby a grandpapa;’’ mamma did the best she could. Papa said, I think that doll belongs to the royal family; ‘‘No,’’ she replied, ‘‘it belongs to me.’ She had been asking for a picture; mamma said, Wait. She went to papa and said, ‘‘ Linnet’s so patient.’’ One day mamma said, What makes you so sweet? The answer of word and tone, was ‘‘ Love.”’ It was now time to learn to make mud pies; she said ‘‘I am making rice pudding out of dirt.” In June, mamma was very sick; Linnet said ‘‘I will mind you, poor, sick mamma, I am afraid I will have to take you to heaven, if vou die.’’ One day it rained heavily; one little finger pointed to the clouds, while both eyes peered into the gloom, as if to learn the secret, and she said ‘There is a hole up there, and so it comes down.’’ Speaking of the gar- den, mamma said, God made the grass and the trees ; ‘and Payton made the little trees’’ Linnet quickly added, having seen him plant them. The lesson of the evening was, that Payton planted and nourished what God had made. One day she broke a goblet, while in the act of throwing the water out of it; she came in and said ‘‘I was so worried, I broke the glass.”’ Speaking of her babyhood, she said ‘‘I was just commencing to talk, and I was bashful.”’ Her observation and discrimination were a great com- fort to her mathematical papa. Hearing mamma say that the water ran slowly, she filled her, little pitcher OBITUARY. 13 and put it on the marble stand for an emergency. Before she was quite three years old her papa allowed her to hold the lines when the road was smooth, and she would say ‘*When I see folks coming I will let you drive.’’ One day while driving she said, ‘‘If Fannie was a little girl, and I was Fannie, she would harness me and drive me to Newark.’’ One day we saw her in her stocking feet, with her shoes in her hand, going toward the door where stood a little barefooted girl of about her own age, she said ‘‘I can wear my old shoes, the little girl has to walk all the time; she can have the new ones.’”? When about three years old she was showing her pictures to Christopher, as he was washing the parlor windows; he said, That’s wou NO,” she replied, “tits my picture; this is me,’’ pointing to her breast. She said to her papa, **Where was I before I came to you, three years ago?’ and at another time she asked ‘‘Is grandpa’s God the same as our God?’’ At dinner, she had bread and jelly; she said ‘‘I don’t Know how to ” and, after make jelly, but I know how to eat it; some moments of quiet, said ‘‘ When I am married I will have a jar of jelly to myself.’? About this time she made her first visit to the Sunday School, and seemed much interested in hearing mamma tell of the infant Jesus, she said ‘‘ Wish Linnet could see Him.’’ One evening at the table she broke a saucer ; papa’s face was rather stern but she looked up with a sweet smile and said, ‘‘The dish ran away with the spoon.’’ When papa told her not to do certain things, she said ‘‘ You know, papa, children will do such things sometimes.’’ Often she would 14 OBITUARY. say ‘I want to be good—say sweet child;” and again, ‘‘ Ask God to bless Linnet ; ask God to make me good.”’ Frolicsome, and winsome, she was the little help in every department of the honie. With tiny sponge and soap, or pan and brush, in house-cleaning time; with pencil and paper, when letters were being written ; taking things from the table, one by one, after meals ; coming with pads of warm flannel, when any one was sick. On Sabbath she was fond of teaching Christo- pher out of her papa’s large illustrated Bible. If mamma was at church she would watch for her re- turn, run down the walk, clapping her hands and laughing all over her face, to bring her into the house to some pleasant surprise there. If anything troubled mamma, she would say ‘‘ You are a precious mam- Tete and if away from her, would be ‘‘ homesick, distressed to see mamma.’’ If mamma was ill the child’would ask, ‘‘ What are you suffering from ’” and attempt some relief; if she was sick herself, she 9 would say ‘‘ Dear mamma,’’ in pitying tones, think- ing of mamma’s pain more than of her own. One day mamma was pacing the floor, grieving for her mother; Linnet sat up in bed watching her oppor- tunity, and as mamma came near said, ‘‘ Will you lie down with me?” then putting her arms around mamma’s neck, and drawing her close, she said ‘I love you, dear, sweet mamma.’’ Thus was the child a comforter from her earliest years. The first time she looked upon death she said of the neighbor, ‘‘ He is asleep.’”’ Her nurse had lost both parents; in talking with her, Linnet would say OBITUARY. 11,9 ‘‘The Lord Knew it was best that your father should go to heaven.”’ And when, August 8rd, 1873, her father was called away, her tender thoughtfulness was beyond her years. On returning from a little visit to grandfather, she said to mamma ‘‘I hear from Aunt Mary that papa is dead ; ” we replied ‘‘ He has gone to heaven ;’’ tears trembled in her eyes, but she took a seat between grandpa and mamma, and was as quiet as if every word of the service was understood ; afterwards she brushed flies from the little veil that covered his face; she thought he looked very sweet ‘lying among the flowers, but she was very sorry he was dead; she then interested the family by her quaint sayings; her very presence bringing sunshine into the deep shadows. When we returned from Greenwood and turned from the earthly resting place to the heavenly, as we gathered in our lonely home around the open Bible to catch a glimpse of the better home, the child seemed to obtain a view of heaven which she never lost. Thus day by day she helped in her own sweet way, kneeling down when mamma knelt, kissing away the tears, saying bright, pleasant things, and answering every question with, ‘‘ Papa is in heaven.’’ Thus the child’s life became one with the mother’s. Four years passed away in this quiet companionship. From a record we copy a few incidents; one tells of a custard made by her little hands, and carried with frait and flowers to a poor sick man; another, a dinner cooked in her own little stove and distributed to the family. All sorts of fun mingled in the home- life—riding on the large dog, as held by the nurse ; 16 OBITUARY. frolics-with the pussy, who sometimes, when she was alone was allowed to sit in her high chair and lap a saucer of milk from the table; at such times pussy had to be quiet while Linnet asked a blessing. At one time, some one pretended to whip her nurse; she hurried to them saying, ‘‘I would rather be whipped than have Fannie whipped.’’ After think- ing quietly, one day, she said *‘When any one is dead you can lay your hand on them but they do not feel it; if any one is alive they can feel the least touch,’ laying her hand on mamma’s, in illustration. Seeing a pair of pink shoes that she admired, she first thought she would like them, but memories came back, and she quickly said ‘‘ Little girls who have lost their papas do not wear pink shoes.’ One day, speaking of her little limbs, she said ‘‘ Papa used to talk about them; how would it do to have one sut off, then papa conld have it.’? She was un- willing to take a spoon that he had not allowed her to use, and in many ways deferred to his wishes. One day, when mamma was not strong, Linnet: was a little naughty, but hearing her say, ‘‘It is hard to be sick and have a disobedient child;’? she came quickly and said ‘‘I will go, and do as you say; you shall not have a disobedient child any more.”’ She was always very interesting in her penitence. One day, when she had cut her finger with a bottle, she said to mamma, ‘‘ Do you think you would bear this trial patiently if you were a little girl.” She wanted a piece of sugar to sweeten her mouth, At one time she said ‘‘Mamma, I wish that I was stuck to you with mucilage, then you would not go OBITUARY. ye anywhere without me, but”? she added, ‘‘ you could not go out rainy days, and I could not go out to play when you are tired, then I could not sit down unless I was only half stuck ;”? thus she studied to herself the inconveniences that would attend the gratification of her wish. One day, when she was five years old, she said ‘‘Do I ever speak to you when you are praying ?”’ mamma said No; ‘‘ Then you will not speak to me; I was praying God to make me never tell anything that isn’t so, or disobey my mamma.’’ One evening when mamma was going to church she said, ‘If I had a papa I would not sav anything, but as I have only you, and you have only me, I cannot bear to have you leave me at all.”’ One day she was down stairs and she called up the register, ‘‘Mamma! Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners.’’ This’ was her verse, and it sounded very sweetly thus re- peated. One evening, at prayers, Linnet was anxious to understand how God, being a spirit, conld see and feel and know all things, and she said ‘‘I wish He would just put His head out of heaven so that I could see Him: if he would only come down upon earth as Jesus Christ did once, and let us take hold of His hand and Jook into His face!’’ She was anxious to know how Christ could die for ws so many years ago, and when told that he died for all who believe and love, in all ages, she asked ‘‘ And for no one else?’’ We tried to explain that only those who accept can receive the blessing provided for all. One rainy day, when we were regretting that we could not send some milk to a sick friend, Linnet dressed her- 3) 18 OBITUARY. self in her bonnet, cloak, veil, cloud, and mittens, and umbrella in hand, came to do the errand which would have given her a long mile in the mud. One day, in Newark, mamma gave her some spending money ; she started to buy peanuts, but seeing a poor child, she came back and said, ‘* { will give the money to the poor children, and what I have at home; and I wish I. had saved the money I spent before;’’ this was all, without any suggestion from any one. One day mamma said, half aloud, Well, life is but a sum- mer’s dream; Linnet quietly said ‘‘ That isn’t right— Life is but an empty dream ;”’ she had heard some one read Longfellow’s poem. December 5th, 1874, some one said to Linnet, I wish it was not Sunday; she replied, ‘‘I would wish on inquiry, we found it was Sunday every day, if it would please Jesus ‘better.’’ On receiving a doll for Christmas, she said ‘‘I think a great deal of my doll, but not so much as if my papa had seen it.’’ When mamma found her lost breastpin, she said ‘‘I should have felt as sorry to have you lose it as to lose my new doll.”’ On New Year’s day, 1875, mamma, in talk- ing to her, as she was preparing her for the night, said, You Know you are mamma’s comfort now, and her great wish is to have you a good girl and love Jesus; ‘‘That is the very one I do love,’’ she replied quickly. How long have you loved Him? ‘ Mamma tried to tell her that it was the man nature that died, not the God nature. ‘‘Of course,’ she said, *>no one could see the spirit, only the Lord.”’ AS we visited a poor family she became much inter- ested, and on the return home selected a number of her things to give each of the children, then asked to have lace stockings cut out, and with patient fingers worked the edges of them with bright wools, and fill- ing them with candy, put them in the basket with a few toys; one of the little boys was sick and he had been praying for warm flannels, so, when they came, he said the little girl came to answer his prayer and saved his life. The Summer of 1879 was spent with Grandfather Stoddard, at Mountaindale, New York. On the 28th of November, at her Grandfather Platt’s, in New York City, Linnet took her new papa’s hand as he gave the other to mamma, and the three became one; the love and confidence of the child of eight years increased with the eight years of her stay with him at the parsonage. On the 29th of December we came to Succasunna; Linnet was just recovering from pneu- monia, and spent the Winter months at home with her books and toys, and young friends ; in the Spring La pb i ae ‘ Ate hays é, ‘ A : & ’ ye *-3) . ‘ . ‘ : i t ud a .- j ' - i} \ ‘ Les : ~ eT? ; ‘ ‘i s + * * J - “ x ' - 7 ’ - - : 5 ) ! * . j "5 i ‘ ‘ i] { a ind ‘ ‘ cms i & ‘ ‘ fs ‘ Be F ; . : ' | . ¥ ' * ‘ , ex ‘i ‘ t w - +4 \ . j v, 4 iy, EMANCIPATION GROUP. POEM. BY JOHN G. WHITTIER. Amidst thy sacred effigies + Of old renown give place, O city, Freedom-loved! to his — Whose hand unchained a race. Take the worn frame, that rested not Save in a martyr’s grave — The care-lined face, that none forgot, Bent to the kneeling slave. Let man be free! The mighty word He spake was not his own; An impulse from the Highest stirred These chiselled lips of stone. The cloudy sign, the fiery guide, Along his pathway ran, And Nature, through his voice, denied The ownership of man. We rest in peace where these sad eyes Saw peril, strife, and pain ; His was the nation’s sacrifice, And ours the priceless gain. O symbol of God’s will on earth As it is done above! Bear witness to the cost and worth Of justice and of love. Stand in thy place and testify To coming ages long, That truth is stronger than a lie, And righteousness than wrong. ite EDTA TTONARXERCISES. 25 This was written for the occasion by Mr. Whittier, and was read by Master Andrew Chamberlain, a graduate of the Boston Latin School. | Alderman Charles H. B. Breck, chairman of the commit- tee, then presented the completed work to the Mayor. ALDERMAN BRECK’S ADDRESS. Mr. Mayor: — We are here to-day to dedicate a group of statuary donated to the City of Boston by our distinguished and esteemed fellow-citizen, the Hon. Moses Kimball, whose liberal generosity is most warmly appreciated, and will be remembered by not only this, but by each succeeding generation of Bostonians. Much well-deserved credit is due to Mr. Kimball for the nice discriminating taste and excellent judg- ment that prompted him in the selection of a gift so beautiful, so appropriate, and so suggestive of histor- ical reminiscences, as this group of emblematical fig- ures, representing the most interesting, the most im- portant, and the most sublime event that has ever transpired in the history of the world, resulting in the freedom of more than three millions of the colored race, who had been held in the cruel bondage of slavery since the early settlement of our country. This group will be a lasting memorial of the issu- ing of that proclamation by Abraham Lincoln which a) OBITUARY. broke her right leg, between the ankle and the knee ; the pain when Dr. Wiggins set it an hour afterwards was borne like a heroine; in a few days she was in a wheel chair, active and happy, and in a week or two would hop out on one foot, and with a croquet mal- let help herself around the room. One day, when allowed down stairs, she picked some flowers, gathered them in her apron, (holding it in her mouth,) and hopped over to a grave to fill a glass that she was. accustomed to supply with fresh flowers; she did not know the lady whose name was cut in the marble but the empty glass always invited her to bring flow- ers, and this grave is now very near her own garden bed. From September Ist, 1880, to March 1st, 1881, Lin- net attended Miss Ward’s school, afterwards spent a few weeks at Miss Wiggin’s. That Spring a touch of malaria made her frail, and we watched her closely all Summer. delion« 80 LEAFLETS. \ “T WANT ALL ‘THE BAND’ TO COME TO CHRIST THIS YEAR !—n.innet. “T go to prepare you a place,” said the Saviour, And when work is finished for each I will come; Our Linnet is with the dear Lord and Redeemer, He came for her early, and she has gone home. A message was sent from the banks of the river, “T want all the BAND to love Jesus this year ;” The lambs of the fold, on this side, or the other, Are safe—always safe, for the Shepherd is near. Dear BAND, that He gave me to love and to cherish, I leave you in care that is tender and true; And those on the mountains, who wander and perish, Again I would call—I would call them through you. As you listen each day to our dear Shepherd’s voice, When He calls you by name, for His errands of love; As you follow his footsteps your hearts will rejoice, O’er the lost that are found, as do angels above. Dear BAND come to CHRIST, love and serve Him together, Until one by one you shall part on the shore; Across the dark stream, in the bright blest forever, We meet, yes we meet, meet to part nevermore. LEAFLETS. 81 - «YOU NEED CHRIST! AND CHRIST NEEDS YOU TO WORK FOR HIM.” —1rwnet. You need Christ, the great Creator, For in Him you live and move; Christ needs you to serve Him ever In His plan and work of love. You need Christ tg be your Saviour; With your sin and sorrow come. Christ needs you; the world’s Redeemer Shares with you His cross and crown. You need Christ—the light in darkness As the bright and morning star— Christ needs you, made in His likeness, To reflect His light afar. You need Christ, arisen in glory, As the soul’s eternal Sun; Christ needs you to tell the story, Till it gladdens every one. You need Christ, the path to open Through the tangled winding way ; Christ needs you, in paths thus broken, To bring home His own who stray. You need Christ—the friend, the brother Who can all our burdens bear— Christ needs you to help some other Every day, and everywhere. 11 82 LEAFLETS. You need Christ, a guest, whose coming Multiplies all good beside; Heart and home have truest blessing If the Saviour there abide. You need Christ when earthly pleasure, Honor, friends, and wealth are thine ; He bestows the richest treasure— Hope, and peace, and joy divine. Christ needs you, to wse each blessing With a thankful heart, and share ; Thus your love for Him confessing, As you lighten grief and caré. You need Christ when faint and weary; You seek rest, und seek in vain; . When the lone still hours are dreary, Crowded full of care and pain. Christ’s loved sick and poor are needing Tender, patient ministry ; He has said—-while these relieving—— “Ye have done it unto Me.” You need Christ when any sorrow Fills the soul with midnight gloom ; He anticipates the morrow With the loved beyond the tomb. Christ needs you to comfort anguish With the consolations given, Bringing to the hearts that languish The unfailing balm of Heaven. LEAFLETS. You need Christ as interceding At the Heavenly Father’s throne; When you bring a heartfelt pleading You will never pray alone. Christ needs you to plead with others, Saying in love’s earnest tone, Come, with every want, my brothers, And you will not pray alone. You need Christ for wisdom, guidance, Comfort, strength and sympathy, Christ bids you—with this reliance— Give, as it is given to thee. You need Christ in each condition, Every day the need is new; Let it be your great ambition That the Lord hath need of you. One ray more the night to brighten, One more voice in calls of love, One hand more for rescue given, Is your mission from above. And when earthly work is over, One more chosen, precious gem, One more star to shine forever In the Saviour’s diadem. This last message thus was written By the hand of friendship true; In the work of earth and Heaven You need Christ, and Christ needs you. 84 LEAFLETS. In the work of earth and Heaven You need Christ and Christ needs you ; How these words, when ties are riven, Bind the heart with hope anew! Blessed bond that thus unites us To the loved ‘ones gone before! One in work and love for Jesus, One in service evermore. = “NOW IS THE ACCEPTED TIME.” 2 CORINTHIANS Vi: 2. “DON’T PUT IT OFF ONE DAY; TO-MORROW MAY BE Too LATE.”—LINNET. Behold, the time accepted Is now ; do not delay; The Saviour’s hand extended Will save this very day. Come now, while He is calling, Oh! wherefore do you wait ? Don’t put it off—unheeding, And put it off too late! As when He died to save us, He purchased for His own, You now belong to Jesus, To Him, and Him alone. He paid the price, redeeming With His own precious blood ; Come now, His word believing, Live now for Christ, your Lord. LEAFLETS. Don’t put off ’till the morrow, Its sun may never rise, Or it may bring you sorrow For sleeping, while the wise Upon the Bridegroom waiting Are welcomed at His board, To those ¢oo late in coming “The door was shut” and barred ! “God does forgive ; I know it; God does forgive to-day ;” The parting words of LINNET, Encourage us to pray. For, conscious of His favor, The shadowed vale was bright ; And footsteps did not falter Till lost in Heaven’s own light. The same Almighty Saviour Is ready to forgive. By earthly care, or labor, No soul can truly live. . You need His love! come asking While health and strength are yours, In time secure the blessing That evermore endures. If Linnet’s hand had waited Another day, to send The plea the heart dictated, In message to her friend, The thought would be unwritten ; The earnest word untold; For sickness came, unbidden, That loving hand to fold. p 8F 86 LEAFLETS. Don’t put it off! I pray you. Is your soul safe this day ? Don’t put it off! it may be “Too late” if you delay, Eternity will open When life shall finish here ; Oh! where will you awaken, How before God appear! The comfort of the journey, A pathway bright and smooth, Is not the object only For which you live and move. Some noble, high commission, The end you have in view; And faithful to your mission, The welcome waiting you. The pleasures of the voyage, The friends with whom you sail, May charm the ocean passage, But everything will fail, If drifting past the harbor To stormy seas you come, In distant port to anchor So far away from home. To-day some task is waiting, Some conflict must be won, Don’t put it off, expecting A more convenient one. No step can be retaken, No passing hour reclaimed, Be faithful, as they hasten, Your home must be regained. LEAFLETS. Each hour of life is weaving Its opportunity, And we must use, or leaving We lose eternally. The Autumn cannot gather Unless the Spring has wrought, And Winter time must suffer If Summer nothing brought. Too late with noontide burdens To do the work of morn, Too late in evening shadows Life’s duties to perform. Too late to do to-morrow, The errand of to-day, Too late to help with sorrow The losses of your stay. Too late when sick, and weary, To think, or act, or pray, Too late when told life’s story To change a single day. The record of our living, ‘The good that we may do, Is sealed, when faint, and dying, The world recedes from view. Now is the time entrusted, We are not sure of more, And life is short when ended, If it should reach fourscore. Don’t put off one day even The work you plan to do For earth, for God, for Heaven, At most the days are few. 87 88 LEAFLETS. Behold the time accepted Is now, do not delay, The Saviour’s hand extended Will save this very day. Come now, while He is calling, Oh! wherefore do you wait ? Don’t put it off —unheeding, : And put it off too late! Awl EO eviGgs FaTHER I ‘WILL THAT THEY ALSO WHOM THOU HAST GIVEN ME BE wiITH ME WHERE I AM, THAT THEY MAY BEHOLD My GLoRY.— John avii: 24. O! could we draw the vail, And look beyond the screen, What would the sight reveal ! What picture would be seen! Our pilgrims at the journey’s end— At Supper with their Lord and Friend. The pilgrimage is o’er, Its garments laid aside ; “ At Home” forevermore— Our loved ones, and their Guide; And can we ask them back to take An earthly burden—for our sake? LEAFLETS. . 89 The eye of faith may look Across the narrow stream ; The vision of The Book Is not an idle dream. Ten thousand times ten thousands share The Father’s love, the Saviour’s care. From every race and clime, From every isle and shore, Of every name and time, Those who have gone before, Unite to praise the Guiding Hand, That brought them to that happy land. No tear in any eye, No cloud on any brow, No trembling lip, no sigh, No weary step, for now They dwell where all is pure and bright ; No shadowed days, and no more night. Arrayed in robe of white, Each with a conqueror’s palm, They join with new delight In the celestial psalm. Among the angels round the throne Do we not recognize our own? In golden vials there Are odors pure and sweet; The incense of a prayer From some obscure retreat ; And heaven is perfumed with the breath Of mortals, sent on wings of faith. 12 90 LEAFLETS. As at the dawn of day, Or when the shadows fall, You bow the knee to say, Dear Lord I bring thee all. You open golden vials there, O! keep them full by constant prayer. These golden vials filled | With fragrance rich and rare ; From buds of faith distilled By your heart’s earnest prayer— Are offered by an angel hand, That once perhaps was of your band. “At Home.” What does it mean To be at home in Heaven ? The eye hath never seen The glory that is given. «At Home” with Christ; what joy to spend The life that nevermore can end! The last her pen will trace, For mortal eye to see, “ At Home”——it means the place Where God’s own family Are welcomed—as their work is done, As they are gathered, one by one. At the dear Saviour’s feet, Within the heavenly school, How easy to repeat Each loving golden rule; To take the lesson from His hand, And from His lips, in that blest land. LEAFLETS. And when the lesson said, Beneath the spreading tree, With angels to be fed, Enjoy their ministry, Then go on errands full of love, With gifts for earth, from heaven above. Transformed, by contact dear, Into the Image best, O! how will they appear, Our sainted ones—so blest ? Can discipline of earth prepare To meet those who are students there ? By disappointments oft, By trial, grief and woe, By sorrow we are taught, While in the school below. By agony of thought, and heart, We learn to choose the better part. The Master’s will shall guide, He knows the way to take, He never leaves our side, He can make no mistake. We walk by faith, and not by sight, Each step is more into the light. “ Please God to let me go.” Saw she the open door ? Ox was one sent below, From those long gone before, To take her to the heavenly home, Where she is waiting till we come? LEAFLETS. “Papa, God does forgive.” The words of that last day A blest assurance give, That as she went away It was to meet the God of grace, Complete in Jesus’ righteousness. Our Linnet is “ At Home.” In pilgrim tents we stay ; But nearer rest.we come With every passing day. A little while for toil is given, And then we meet “ At Home” in heaven. THE PEARLS OF HEAVEN. ‘And the twelve gates were twelve pearls. Every several gate was of one pearl.’’—Rkv. xxi: 21. The pearls of Heaven—* the gates ajar ”— Were opened wide one morn, As our beloved, beyond the star, On angel wings was borne. REFRAIN. Dear Lord, if I believe on Thee, Those pearls will open wide for me, For me, for me, When I am called to Thee. LEAFLETS. 93 In robe of white, with crown of gold, To harp of sweetest tone, She sings the song, “ Worthy the Lamb,” With angels round the throne. ftefrain—Dear Lord, &c. I have no robe of snowy fold, And may I enter in? The precious blood, with love untold, Will cleanse my heart from sin. Refrain—Dear Lord, &e. I have no harp, no palm, no crown, But if I love the Lord, I know He will prepare His own To meet his Father—God. Refrain—Dear Lord, &c. I would do something every day To please my Saviour well, And then when I am called away Go home, with Him, to dwell. © Refrain—Dear Lord, &e. FOR THE pPERVICE AT THE LAYING OF THE [ORNER pPTONE OF THE MEMORIAL (HAPEL, SUCCASUNNA, N. po May 19, 1887. “WORK, REAL WORK FOR CHRIST.” —1inner. Work, real work for Jesus, Some real work each day; — The silent Voice entreats us, Be faithful while you may. 94 LEAFLETS. Don’t put off one day even The work you plan to do, For earth, for God, for heaven, The working days are few. You need a loving Saviour, Christ needs a willing hand, An earnest heart, to labor "Till, one by one, the Band Shall gather at the river, And pass the pearly gate, T'o be “at home” forever, Where our beloved wait. We consecrate the building, Whose corner-stone we lay To Christ, on whom are resting Those here and those away. Built on the Rock of ages, On either side the stream, The Church one anthem raises, Redeeming love the theme. With Christ and Christians meeting, We here would learn anew To use the moments fleeting In work that each may do; In faithful, loving service, To finish as we can The real work for Jesus That was in Linnet’s plan. Some real work in sowing The seeds of truth and love; Some real work in reaping To garner sheaves above. LEAFLETS. We toil until the evening, Hach with the setting sun; The worker’s crown receiving When Christ shall say “ Well done.” A welcome home was given To one—a year ago; A year of life in heaven, A year of life below; One nearer to the meeting, When in that happy land, With those who need our guiding, We join the ransomed Band. Rave fos LICHT EENTH Pee ery TAY ach birthday we were wont to bring love’s token ; n Heaven, by angel hands the gifts are woven. od called—the robe of white, the palm bestowing ; is home alone could give you every blessing ; here crowned with light and immortality, nriched with treasure for eternity, arth’s love you cherish, thus earth’s work is given ew help; inspiring thought to live for Heaven. Bee Se Hi} Hy | { a Platt Dtoddard PFlemorial Ehapel, Ki Noel SUCCASUNNA, Corner-Stone laid May 19th, 1887; Dedicated May 19th, 1888. Poy fe 0} ® x 5% 5% CLOMNLEG)O2 629 COMMS V9,DH © cy ty «fy 5 =) (.) 2%.) Pt Foc RoeF Loto Dy) Boe Foe Roe RocF Dot (0) o> 3s ‘©; o> =f ©); o> 2 {) ye OF 2 Orc} & Brss os Orc} in pews Boa Ga sel ec GEN acca) neo See PecaGpnca SONOS OINGOSSOK 29 Ca MansQos anoles OQaneVes@Qawees BRIEF DESCRIPTION. It is in the form of a cross. The front has two stories and a tower. Entering the central hall you pass to the bible class room and library on the left, to the infant class on the right, or between them to the auditorium. Above the bible class and infant class rooms and the hall are the ladies’ parlors, a suite of three rooms. All the rooms open into the auditorium, the glass doors folding on either side. The main room is of one story, the roof being sup- ported by trestle work. The floors and ceiling are of Georgia pine, trimmed with California red wood. The auditorium has seats for one hundred and ten, the bible class room forty, the infant class fifty. The pulpit is an arched recess; on either side are memorial windows. One representing Mary at the feet of Christ; underneath are the words, ‘‘One thing is needful,” and ‘‘ You need Christ, and Christ needs you to work for Him,’’—Linnet. The companion window represents the Angel of the Res- urrection ; on a scroll are the words, ‘‘ The trumpet 13 98 DEDICATION SERVICES OF shall sound and the dead shall be raised,’’ and be- neath, ‘‘ We must all die sometime,’’—Linnet. The other windows are of stained glass in tints to har- monize. In the central ladies’ parlor, over the front en- trance, are two other memorial windows; one repre- senting Christ, the Good Shepherd, with the words ‘Reed my Lambs.’’ The other is the figure of Charity, idealizing Linnet’s face; the cloak of the maiden enfolds two children. and one sits at her feet. Beneath are the words ‘‘I want to do real work for Christ.’’ Above the shepherd is a little linnet bird, and in the sky, above the maiden, is a flock of birds. The memorial windows were painted ‘by the artist Booth in London, and are fine works of art. The third ladies’ room has a large closet, and an elevator which communicates with the dining room and kitchen in the basement. The study is in the third story in the base of the tower. DEDICATION SERVICES. On May 19th, 1888, at 1030 «a. m., the Memorial Chapel, of Succasunna, was dedicated to the uses for which it was built. The services opened with ‘‘ Praise God from whom all blessings flow,”’ followed by the Lord’s Prayer, the congregation uniting. Rey. Mr. Hrx1, pastor of the Drakesville Baptist Church, read the Scripture les- son, Psalm 1; 2 Chronicles, chapter 6. Rev. JAMES MEMORIAL CHAPEL. 99 BREwsTER, of Chester, gave out the hymn, ‘‘ You need Christ, and Christ needs You:’’ You need Christ, and Christ needs you, As life’s journey you pursue, Guided by the Morning Star, Send its cheering beams afar, And reflect the noontide ray On each dark and shadowed way. You need Christ, and Christ needs you, As you find each promise true, For the faint and weary care, With the sad and lonely share, Freely give, as it is given, The unfailing balm of Heaven. You need Christ, and Christ needs you, There is work for each to do, Go with Him to seek His own, Call and lead the wanderer home, And thus add another gem To the Saviour’s diadem. You need Christ, and Christ needs you, Many years may come, or few; One with Christ in either land, One in service with the band Singing with a meaning new You need Christ, and Christ needs you. Rev. Dr. B. C. Meare, of Dover, then offered prayer, in which he asked the Divine blessing on the work of this day and all those engaged in it, also referring in a most beautiful way to the object 100 DEDICATION SERVICES OF and cause which had brought forth such a vast throng. Then followed the MEMORIAL SERMON by Rev. C. A. Stopparp, editor of the New York Observer, the theme being ‘‘ The Youthful Spirit of Christianity :”’ Who is there of all the inhabitants of earth that has not felt a desire to be remembered? To realize this wish monuments have been raised, and colleges founded, and hospitals endowed, and brave exploits performed ; to this object the miser has devoted his penurious gains, the student his stores of learning, the painter his greatest skill. Eulogies and pane- gyrics have been pronounced by living orators, and | inscriptions have been engraved upon enduring brass and marble; poems have been written, statues sculp- tured, and bodies embalmed, that the names of men and some record of their lives might be perpetuated. Men have left legacies to be expended in celebra- ting by mournful obsequies the anniversary of their death, and annual feasts have been originated for the purpose of remembering the departed, and our blessed Lord gives us one of the strongest and most enduring proofs of His humanity in ordaining a memorial by which he would be remembered to the end of time. In the institution of the last supper He expressed a wish to which every human heart responds, saying, ‘‘Do this in remembrance of me;’’ He established a sacred festival, by which the memory of His atoning MEMORIAL CHAPEL. 101 death shall be perpetuated unto the end of the world. Thus shall that death, so ignominious in its cir- cumstances, and so glorious in its results, be re- membered in the repeated celebration of this prelude to the gloomy scene by the whole world of’ believers, whom the declaration of His love and the preaching of His cross is to subdue to His control, and make sweetly submissive to His blessed commands. In accordance with such human sentiments, and in imitation of such a Divine example, we have gathered this day, dear friends, to dedicate a me- morial chapel to the service of almighty God, and the pious uses of this congregation. The offering is made in memory of a young maiden who brought brightness and blessing to an earthly home for seven- teen years, whose life was sweet and beneficent to others, and who had given herself heartily and en- tirely to Christ and to His service. It is fitting that she should be commemorated by a building where work for the Master shall go on in years to come, in the same spirit in which she offered her humble and faithful labors. Thus, while her pure spirit ministers before the throne in the ineffable glory, will a ministry of love and saving grace be performed in her name here below. ExizA Piatrr STODDARD was a rare example of the true Christian youth whom Jesus loves. She gave her young heart with its fresh and ardent love to the Saviour, and began her service to Him at once in the endeavor to bring others to Christ. Almost her last conscious act was to keep a promise to pray alone, at a certain hour, for two young friends whom 102 DEDICATION SERVICES OF she had urged to follow Christ, and whom she had engaged to meet daily at the throne of grace. She has passed into the presence of her Lord, and I can- not better honor her memory to-day than by making the incident recorded in the gospel of Matthew, at the eighteenth chapter and the second and third verses, the theme of my remarks: ‘‘ And Jesus called a little child unto Him, and set him in the midst of them, and said, verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.’’ The disciples had asked our Lord, ‘‘ Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven ?”’ and Christ had answered their question in the most impressive way, and set forth the characteristic of His kingdom, its childlike, youthful spirit. In Peter's speech, after the healing of the lame man at the beautiful gate of the temple, he calls our Lord ‘‘God’s holy child Jesus,’’ and thus presents the founder of the Chris- tian religion to us with the characteristic of youth- fulness. It was as a boy of twelve years of age that He came to Jerusalem from Nazareth’s quiet valley to walk among the living monuments of his country’s pride and glory, in the heart and centre of all that was revered and holy in Jewish nationality and re- ligion ; and there the high calling, the sublime hopes and the lofty endowments of Israel stirred and filled his mind, quickened his pure soul into a living con- sciousness of His relations to the Father, and in- spired Him to undertake with boldness and success His Father’s business; and it was as a young man, His eye full and clear, His face fair and His form MEMORIAL CHAPEL. 103 distinguished by youthful strength and beauty, that He went forth in meek and zealous obedience to His brief but pregnant career as Redeemer of the world. His enthusiasm and devotion, His quickness of perception and exuberant imagination, were charac- teristic of youth; His unremitting labors and priva- tions were such as youth only could endure, for, with all the mysteries of His divine person, He still had a complete human nature, and this nature was consecrated to the work of redemption in the most vigorous and active period of its development. In the founder of the Christian religion, then, we dis- cover this youthfulness which characterizes it in its development, its principles, and its effects. We mark these evidences of vigor and freshness belonging to youth in the progress and in the present condition of Christ's kingdom. The century of His birth had not elapsed before the religion of Jesus Christ, in spite of opposition from the rulers of the world, the virulent persecution of its ad- herents and the comparative feebleness of its friends had made itself felt throughout the known world. Wherever the standard of Rome was planted there rose beside it, though not beneath its protection, the symbol of the Cross, and three centuries had not passed before Christianity was the real power which swayed the sceptre of the imperial throne. This same dauntless and enterprising spirit of youth has ever distinguished Christianity. The history of human progress is but a record of the triumphs of the Christian religion in its energetic assaults upon the systems of human ignorance and sin. It still 104 DEDICATION SERVICES OF maintains its youthful character. Is a reform to be inaugurated in morals or manners, What engine is there so potent to employ in its accomplishment as the religion of Jesus? Is there misery to be relieved and vice to be restrained and removed, From whence are the agents and instruments of such a work drawn but from the Church of Christ? Are nations debased and grovelling in ignorance and depravity to be elevated and enlightened, Whence comes the im- pulse for such an undertaking, where are the means gathered, to whom is the self-sacrificing and labori- ous work entrusted but to the subjects of Christ's kingdom? In that kingdom there is the vital energy of divine youth, there alone is the spirit of self- denial, there are the souls that have been stimu- lated into a living consciousness ofa Master in heaven, and a business of faith and devotion to His service on earth. No, my friends, it is not commerce with its white-winged messengers flying over every sea; it is not regal power displayed in armaments and war- like array ; it is not astute diplomacy and the craft of statesmen that lift degraded and savage peoples into the ranks of civilization, and intelligence and virtue. It is the energizing, quickening influence of a living Christianity. It is the arm of Christ’s king- dom whose vigorous sweep levels the barriers of superstition and prejudice. It is the wisdom of the serpent combined with the harmlessness of the dove that baffles the plans of selfishness and avarice. It is the vigor, the enterprise, the unflagging zeal and the heartiness of a youthful Christianity which is erelong to cast at Jesus’ feet the crowns of all the earth. MEMORIAL CHAPEL. 105 But again, the youthful spirit of Christianity is seen in its fundamental principles. The first requi- site to admission into the kingdom of heaven is faith, and the faith which is required is not a blind assent to certain doctrines, nor the acceptance of the result of reasoning. Its best and most intelligible defini- tion is, an affectionate confidence in a personal being. Such a faith is pre-eminently a characteristic of youth. Those who displayed this affectionate confidence in Jesus Christ, and his mission, were young. It was not the old man Zebedee who left his boats to fol- low Christ, but his sons; it was Nathaniel, an Isra- elite, in whom was no guile, who had the innocent and confiding heart of a child, whose soul responded with earnest affection to the claim which Christ made upon his love and service. It was in that home at Bethany, where three young persons formed the family, that the Saviour found the sanctuary of trusting and loving hearts. Who is it that he rep- resents in the inimitable parable, as saying “TI will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son, make me as one of thy hired servants,’’ but a young man, in whom a rapid course of vice and misery had failed to blight the affectionate confidence of a son in a good father’s love. No, it is not the belief of the in- tellect which qualifies for entrance into Christ’s king- dom but the affectionate confidence of the heart. Another youthful quality, which is also a funda- mental principle of Christ’s kingdom, is humitity. This is not always a characteristic of youth; and in 14 106 DEDICATION SERVICES OF these days of precocious and unnatural mental and moral growth, it seems unhappily to depart at a lamentably early period. This is largely due to a mistaken system of education. It is therefore an un- healthy and unnatural development when youth is proud and self-conceited rather than diffident and humble. The true child is dependent, and devoid of pretension, and modest. Its simplicity, grace and innocence associate themselves by a sort of intuition with the excellencies of angels and a better world. It is this spirit of modesty and humility which breathes through the epistles of the beloved disciple, a guilelessness and sincerity which only they can have who are meek and lowly of heart, a distrust of self which leads to humble dependence upon God, a spirit beautifully illustrated by the Syro-Pheenician woman, who answered the severe words of Christ, ‘*Tt is not meet to take the children’s bread and cast it to the dogs,”’ with the humble and touching argu- — ment, ‘‘ truth Lord, yet the dogs under the table eat of the children’s crumbs,’ or by that humble and trustful reply of the centurion, who said, ‘‘ Lord, I am not worthy that Thou shouldest come under my roof, but speak the word only and my servant shall be healed.’? It was to inculcate such a spirit that Jesus in the scene of the text, when the disciples reasoned who should be the greatest, took a child, and set him by him, and said, ‘‘ Whosoever shall re- ceive this child in my name receiveth me; and who- soever receiveth me, receiveth him that sent me, for he that is least among you all, the same shall be great ;’ (Luke 9: 47, 48.) Tradition declares that MEMORIAL CHAPEL. LOG this child was Ignatius, afterwards Bishop of Antioch, who was cast to the wild beasts on account of his tes- timony of Christ, and who thus writes in view of approaching martyrdom, ‘‘ Now I begin to be a dis- ciple. Nothing, whether of things visible or invisi- ble, excites my ambition so long as I can gain Christ. Whether fire, or the cross, or the assaults of wild beasts, the tearing asunder of my bones, the break- ing of my limbs, the bruising of my whole body, let the tortures of the devil all assail me, if I do but gain Christ Jesus !’’ Euzebius 3: 36. Such is the spirit of humble dependence and self-renunciation which characterizes Christ’s kingdom. But again, This kingdom exhibits its youthful character by requiring a docile and teachable spirit in all of its subjects. Many persons cease to learn after middle life. They become obstinate and opin- ionated, unwilling to be instructed by others, and incompetent to teach themselves. But youth is open to receive teaching. From the moment when light dawns upon the infant he is the apt scholar of myriad voices and influences which delight as they draw forth and enlarge his powers. Everything which meets the eye, the ear, or the touch, is educating him toa larger apprehension, which God ever meets with fresh supplies. And not only is this docility of youth shown in its readiness to observe phenomena, but also in its willingness to accept instruction respecting them. The soul is yet unversed in the mysteries of knowledge, unpuzzled by the problems which the intellect of mature years states but fails to solve, unbiassed by prejudice or pride of opinion. It natu- 108 DEDICATION SERVICES OF rally receives without question all knowlege or belief which is offered to the mind. Who does not envy that childlike spirit which sees a present God in the lightning’s blaze and hears His voice in the crash and roll of the thunder? which accepts without in- terpretation the language of the Bible respecting the universe, which believes as solemn truths the state- | ment that God ‘‘clothes the lillies of the field’? and ‘‘numbers the hairs of the head,’’ that ‘‘the heav- ens declare His glory and the firmament sheweth His handiwork.”’ Oh, how near are such docile souls to the great Father of all! How gently, and yet how grandly does He lead His creatures toward the sublime know- ledge of Himself that they may adore and love Him! And it is not until human science interposes its doubtful teaching that the puzzled learner begins to hesitate and draw away from Divine instruction ; to set up his own opinions and theories, and to ex- change the childish wisdom of a perfect faith for the unsatisfying inventions of schoolmen and _ philoso- phers. The subject of Christ’s kingdom must return to this spirit of childhood, must hear Christ’s words, ‘‘ take my yoke upon you and learn of me,’”’ and begin once more to receive with the tractable spirit of youth the instructions of the Great teacher. The learned man of the Jews must be ‘‘ born again’’ before he can see the kingdom of God, he must come back to this spirit of childhood and be content to receive with humblé acquiescence those things which he cannot compre- hend. The young man whom Jesus loves must re- MEMORIAL CHAPEL. 109 © nounce his self-acquired worldly wisdom, and learn of Jesus that riches are not the chief good, before even the love of Christ can give him entrance into His kingdom. Paul must count all things, whether of Jewish rabbinical lore or heathen philosophy, as loss that he may know Christ and the power of His resur- rection ; and none, except they be converted and be- come as little children shall enter into the kingdom of heaven. Once more, The spirit of youth is enthusiastic and gleeful ; and this spirit is trnly characteristic of the kingdom of Christ. Youth is not ashamed to give full expression to its feelings. It makes no effort to restrain its wonder, blushes not to declare its love, weeps with ready sympathy, never hesitates to praise or condemn and enters upon duty with all its might. The youthful spirit has no sympathy with that dis- position which is never surprised, which accepts everything without emotion, which is slow to com- mend, and afraid to appear interested lest it offend the formalities of society. Youth hath no such cra- ven dread of nature and of natural festivity. Its laugh rings with a heartiness which rebukes the stern ascetic, its whole-souled grasp of the hand and fervent embrace break down the defences of formality and pride, its fertile imagination throws the sanguine hue of success over every undertaking, its liberal ex- penditure of effort appears reckless waste to the pru- dence of maturity or old age. Now, such enthusiasm and joyousness are distinguishing traits of Christi- anity. Its founder wrought His first great miracle at a marriage festival that He might minister to the joy 110 DEDICATION SERVICES OF and exhilaration of the guests, and crown the feast with His added gift and blessings. We do not serve our Master best, dear friends, by shutting out true and hearty pleasure from our lives. We rather offend Him by these Pharisaic prohibi- tions, for they are contrary to the principles of His kingdom. Our danger and our fear come from the exclusion of our Lord from festive scenes. How safe and how doubly happy should we be, in all joyous occasions and festive meetings, if He who graced the wedding at Cana were consciously present as a guest and friend! If, with the spirit of sanctified youth, we welcomed every new experience of joy as the blessing of a benignant Saviour, and allowed every new-born pleasure to open in our hearts the springs of pious gratitude and unhindered praise, we should honor Him who by His example and precept bids us ‘‘rejoice with them that do rejoice.’’ It was this spirit of joyfu) enthusiasm which gave utterance to the intense and extravagant expressions of the apostle, ‘‘the depth of the riches both of wisdom and know- ledge of God !’’ (Rom. 10; 33,) ‘‘The love of Christ, that passeth kKnowledge,’’ which vainly strives to describe Christ’s character, which overcame even the cautious and reticent Thomas, till he burst from the bonds of long habit and the chains of doubt, and becoming once more a child, cried out to Jesus, ‘“‘my Lord and my God!” It was such a spirit which filled the heart of John when he exclaimed in words, — whose repetition enraptures every pious soul, ‘‘ Be- loved, now are we the sons of God and it doth not MEMORIAL CHAPEL. 111 yet appear what we shall be, but we know that when He shall appear we shall be like Him !”’ It is said that the artist Correggio, when young, saw a painting by Raphael. Long and ardently did the youth gaze on that picture. His soul drank in its beauty, us flowers drink moisture from the mist. He waked to the consciousness of artistic power. Burn- ing with the joyful enthusiasm of enkindled genius, the blood rushing to his brow, and the fire flashing from his eyes, he cried out ‘‘I also am a painter.”’ This enthusiasm carried him through his initial studies, it blended the colors on his pallette, it guided his pencil, it shone on his canvas, until Titian, on seeing his productions, exclaimed, ‘‘ Were I not Titian, I should wish to be Correggio!’’ With such a spirit of youthful enthusiasm does the soul upon whom the glory of Christ has shined dwell upon the character of the Redeemer; enraptured by his per- fections, enkindled by his love, till changed into his image, from glory to glory, as by the Spirit of the Lord, he cries out, ‘‘I also am a Christian, and for me to live is Christ !’’ In the sweet and sacred memory of such a Christian spirit has this chapel been reared and consecrated. The young maiden whose name it bears was a child of pious parents; but more than this she was a child of God. She manifested an affectionate confidence in her Heavenly Father; she accepted with meek humil- ity the life which he appointed, and made no murmur when he bade her leave her earthly home, and loving kindred, for the life beyond. She was a docile pupil in the school of Christ, and endeavored to obey in 112 DEDICATION SERVICES OF word and life the Saviour’s words, ‘‘Take my yoke upon you, and learn of Me,’ and many of you know full well how enthusiastic and joyful was the service that she gave to every good work, and how happy it made her to serve Jesus. The life which is commemorated here was indeed a life of happy, useful, sanctified childhood and youth. No dark clouds le over the horizon of the past, no bitter memories throw their shadows over this _hal- lowed scene. All is bright with the smile of God and radiant with the joy of that heaven into which the redeemed of the Lord enter. And I cannot pay a better tribute to the memory of this sweet maiden whom Jesus has taken, nor do a fairer service to those loved ones who have reared this memorial, than to especially commend to those of you who are here in the dawn and brightness of your lives this youthful spirit of Christ’s kingdom. The religion of Jesus is not given to us as a last resource after earth has failed to satisfy. It is not provided simply as a medicine for decay and decrepi- tude, nor as an anodyne to lull disturbed and anxious consciences to rest. Christ does not make his appeals to those who seek only the loaves and fishes, after they have wasted and trifled away his precious gifts. True, such may come, and welcome, to receive the bounty which they long have slighted. But He encourages the little children to come to Him; He invites the young men who are ready to bend un- broken energies to His noble service ; who are eager to know what is truth ; who are modest and diffident as to the range and scope of their abilities. He calls MEMORIAL CHAPEL. 113 the young women, who would devote their beauty and loveliness to adorn and glorify His temple courts and win by loving arts and holy tenderness adherents to His cause. He asks the young to consecrate the enthusiasm of their natures, and the gladness which makes every object an occasion of delight, to the ex- tension of a kingdom whose universal sway would unite every heart in holy joy, and speed every foot in missions of holy benevolence, and occupy every hand with divine ministrations. Oh, come then to Jesus ye who have not yet lost the spirit and feelings of youth, and find in His love and service those characteristics which are peculiarly your own; those employments which are yours by right of especial fitness of temper and disposition and that increased happiness which arises from pure and unselfish love. In the spirit of Christ’s kingdom we can all be young. Young Christians are so; those in middle- age may ‘be converted and become as little children ;’ and those upon whom the snows of many winters have fallen may ‘renew their youth,’ as they sit, meek and lowly, in the school of Christ, and learn of Him. As this chapel is consecrated to God in remem- brance of a young Christian, your sister and friend, may the Divine Spirit breathe into some souls a new life! then shall a richer offering ascend to the Most High than even parental love can rear from earthly materials, and a holy influence shall begin here which will spread and grow throughout eternal ages; and thus will Linnert’s last written wish be fulfilled, ‘* I want to do real work for Christ.’’ 15 114 DEDICATION SERVICES OF Following the Memorial Sermon, the hymn “When in the Ancient Days’’ was sung. When in the Ancient Days The Temple arches rang With gratitude and praise, As all the people sang, A cloud filled all the house of God, It was the glory of the Lord. A token of his grace We earnestly desire To consecrate this place, And every heart inspire ; As we unite in song and prayer We ask thy glory, Lord, to share. In tender memory Of one with Thee above, We dedicate to Thee This offering of love; Make it Thy dwelling ’till we come To dwell with Thee and those at home. Enkindle here a light O’er hill and vale to shine, To penetrate the night Of some far distant clime; To every hearth, to every land May blessings go at thy command. And when we meet in Heaven, To join its endless Psalm, May many souls be given The harp and crown and palm, Who learned to love and serve and sing Where we, to-day, are worshiping. MEMORIAL CHAPEL. 115 Rev. H. M. Storrs, D. D., then spoke on the USES OF A MEMORIAL. He said: The world is full of memorials. If you cross the ocean, as soon as you touch the shores of the old world, some statue, some building, some monu- ment, some memorial of the past meets the eye. As you travel from country to country you read its history in its memorials. Memorials are found everywhere; travel where you will you meet them. In the southern part of England I found them. London is full of them. Go to Rome and you are surrounded with them. Down in Egypt you find the wonderful pyramids. Napoleon said, when approaching them with his army, ‘Four thousand years are looking down upon you.’ Some of these monuments were erected by the individuals whose | names they bear, others by loving friends. What are the uses of these monuments? The answer is, To perpetuate a name—a life—and deeds of heroism. I have stood in the crypt of St. Peter’s, at Rome, in the shadow of the pyramids, by the beautiful Taj, the mausoleum of the Indian princess, in the ruins of Thebes, by the obelisk, at Alexandria, the companion of that in our Central Park—all memorials of some- thing. Then, in our own land, the great obelisk that has been raised to the memory of Washington, in its severe simplicity and grandeur, fit emblem of the man who towered above his fellow men. In every churchyard there are memorials. What do they mean? Our brother has said, They 116 DEDICATION SERVICES OF answer an instinct of our human nature to be remem- bered. That may be, but they mean something more. These memorials are not alone for the dead, but for the living. The departed have passed to grander and more beautiful objects ; they cannot be benefitted by memorials, but the living can be incited and inspired to a truer—nobler life, as they look upon the monu- ments that gratitude and affection have raised to commemorate goodness and greatness. The stone that records the self-denying life of the hero inspires patriotism; the reminder of the earnest and devoted life enkindles holy desires and purposes and enthusiasm. The monuments reared by loving hearts and hands are educators. No one can stand by the monument of Bunyan, or Wesley, without his heart being stirred with holy love and zeal, with- out being inspired to a new consecration of thought and plan, and aim. Thus, memorials link the present to the past and bring strength for the duties of the hour from the ages that have gone; the generations of to-day are inspired by the acts of all the genera- tions of time. Of all memorials that men erect the most fitting and lasting are those that answer man’s highest end to glorify God. These material monuments decay and crumble into dust, the names of their builders, as well as those whose memory they were designed to perpetuate, have perished. Who built the pyramids no one can tell. So with this beautiful chapel, it will crumble and decay; the name it designs to perpetuate, ELiza PLATT STODDARD, will be forgotten; the names of her parents will not long be remembered, here ; but MEMORIAL CHAPEL. 117 Christ lives on, and he that would be held in everlast- ing remembrance must enter into this Christ life. If you want your work to be lasting let it be for Christ. Contact with the Christ ensures immortality. The woman who touched the hem of his garment was thus brought before the generations of mankind. When Mary poured ointment on the feet of Christ He said, ‘‘ Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world there shall also this that this woman hath dune be told for a memorial of her.’’ Mary, in Christ’s hand is held up to the gaze of the ages. Tne touch of Christ immortalizes. Association with Christ gives a life that never ends. Engrafted into the living side of the living Christ we live forever. This Memorial Chapel is not built to glorify Linner, or her father and mother, but to glorify Linnet’s Saviour and to carry out her desire to do real work for Christ. Dr. E. W. Sropparp followed Dr. Storrs. He said: The most painful year will end; the most laborious year will come to its close. One year ago we laid the corner-stone of this _ building, and we then asked you to pray that God’s blessing might attend the laying of every stone and the fastening of every nail. So far has this prayer been answered that no accident has attended the work, and a satisfactory completion has been reached. The design has been to furnish a convenient and suit- able place for the Sunday School; the Mission work for the young and the old; the prayer meeting, and for social and literary gatherings. We ask you now 118 DEDICATION SERVICES OF to join in the earnest prayer of consecration to the service of God, and the good of the people, till its timbers shall crumble and its stones perish. May this house ever be the home-school of the church—a house of prayer and place of blessing to all who shall come under its roof. In his prayer of consecration he said: * * Now, we pray Thee, Lord Jesus, accept this building for the purposes for which it was erected. Consecrate it. Bless all the uses which shall promote Thy glory, and Thy name will we praise forever. AMEN. Rey. A. Erpman, D. D., of the South Street Presby- | terian Church of Morristown, followed in a brief ad- dress in his usual happy manner, in which he said: That as the hour was late he would make but few re- marks. On behalf of the congregation of this place he took great pleasure to present to Dr. Stoddard and his wife the thanks of the people for this beautiful edifice. It would be a constant reminder of them, and a cause for gratification and joy and affection. It will be a constant reminder and appeal to all for the purposes for which it was erected. He was thank- ful that he was permitted to be here and publicly thank the beloved pastor and his wife for their kind- ness and generosity in erecting so fitting a memorial for their departed child, whose spirit he fondly be- lieved looked down with love and joy on these glori- ous proceedings. The singing of the following hymn, “Ye are the ee er MEMORIAL CHAPEL. 119 Temple Shrine,’’ in which all the congregation joined most heartily, was very inspiring: | Ye are the Temple shrine That all the years of time _ Cannot deface; A Temple of the Lord Where dwells the Holy Word, The Spirit of our God Filling with grace. The Lamb on altar slain, The Lamb enthroned to reign,. The sacrifice ; The incense, is the prayer That faith and love prepare, And works of mercy share Heavenward to rise. A wayside Temple here, The pilgrimage to cheer, And when we rest, A Temple on that shore, Where loved ones gone before Shall help us evermore In service blest. After an invitation to the lunch provided by the ladies, in the dining room, the benediction was pro- nounced by Rev. Wm. McCarn of the Succasunna M. E. Church. On Sunday afternoon the Sunday school held a Separate and interesting service of dedication. The printed order of exercises closed with the fol- lowing lines. Iinnet’s going suggested this Chapel. Linnet’s words suggested these Hymns. E. A. §. nn ae LINNET’S NINETEENTH BIRTHDAY. NINE ee N o more amid the changing scenes, where ring the bells of time, Is heard the melody so dear, our LINNET’s birthday chime. N ow dwelling with the Christ. our Lord, in realms of life above, E ach year is measured by the growth in wisdom, and in love. T hou art our own dear LINNET still, thy thought to us is given, E ncouraging each faltering step, as we walk home to Heaven. EK nshielding with an angel wing, the pilgrim’s pathway o’er, N ot seen but near, until the BAND shall meet to part no more. For THE BAND ON }INNET'S NINETEENTH BIRTHDAY. 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