^^^ofPfiTS^^^ %(>fiiCAL »^ BX 5845 .W56 1841 . Winslow, Benjamin Davis, 1815-1839. The true catholic churchman, in his life, and in his THE TRUE CATHOLIC CHURCHMAN, IN HIS LIFE, AND IN HIS DEATH : JThe Sermons ant» 3|oetCcal memaCns OF THE REV. BENJAMIN DA VIS% INSLO VV, A. M., ASSISTANT TO THE RECTOR OF ST. MARY'S CHURCH, BURLINGTON, NEW JERSEY ; TO WHICH IS PREFIXED THE SERMON PREACHED ON THE SUNDAY AFTER HIS DECEASE, WITH NOTES AND ADDITIONAL MEMORANDA, 1" . BY ^ THE RT. REV. GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE, D.D,,LL.D., BISHOP OF THE DIOCESE, AND BECTOB OF ST. MAKt's CHITBCH. ISie'ai Yoxk: WILEY AND PUTNAIVl M DCCC XLI. Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Scatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime. Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ] he knew Himself to sing and build the lofty rhyme. ***** we were nurst upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flock with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose, at evening, bright, Tow'rd Heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel. But the heavy change, now thou art gone. Now thou art gone, and never must return. — Milton. J. L. Powell, Burlington, New Jersey- in his atfe, unti in ixis Btutii O God, whose days are without end, and whose mercies cannot be numbered ; make us, we be- seech thee, deeply sensible of the shortness and uncertainty of human life; and let thy Holy Spirit lead us through this vale of misery, in holiness and righteousness, all the days of our lives : that, when we shall have served Thee in our generation, we may be gathered unto our fathers, having the testimony of a good conscience ; in the communion of the Catholic Church; in the confidence of a certain faith; in the comfort of a reasonable, religious and holy hope; in favour with thee our God; and in perfect charity with the world: all which we ask through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. ADVERTISEMENT. The undersigned thus redeems the promise of the obituary notice of his scarcely less than child — fulfilment of which has been so often claimed of him by those whose word, if his own heart needed prompting, would be law — that, as he had never known "a man, whose character could be adopted, to depict more clearly and more fully, THE TRUE CaTHOLIC ChUECHMAN, IN HIS LIFE AND IN HIS death;" so, to that pious duty, should it please God to give him time and strength, he would devote himself, " as the best service he could render to the Church, of which the beloved VVinslow, even at his years, was a pillar and an ornament." To these strong words, forced from the heart in the first gushing of its grief, time and re- flection have but given greater force and keener sense of fitness ; while the universal voice has but confirmed, as literally true, the re- cord, which might well have been deemed partial. For the Church's sake, therefore, — rather, for the sake of them for whom the Church was purchased with the blood of Jesus; that they may see what are the children who, in deed and truth, submit to be trained up, and taught by her, — this memorial is attempted ; with a hand that trem- bles yet, from its heart-wound, too much for painter's work, and therefore leaves the beautiful Idea to depict itself, , George W. Doane. Riverside, Feast of the Purification, 1841. E-tte smell ot Sprlnfl. {The first violets of the year seen this day, March 4.] The smell of Spring, how it comes to us In those simple wild-wood flowers, With memories sweet of friends and home. When never a cloud on our sky had come, In childhood's cheerful hours. The smell of Spring, how it comes to us In that cluster of pnrple bloom. With thoughts of the loved and loving One, Not lost, we know, but before us gone, Whom we left in his wintry tomb.' The smell of Spring, how it comes to us In the violet's fragrant breath. With beaming hopes of that brighter shore. Where flowers and friends shall fall no more, " And there shall be no more death."^ G. W. U. Washington City, Ash Wednesday, 1840. ' November 23, 1839. 2 Revelation xxi. 4.