ti IJUmtfrmm. 
 
 William Ives Budington, D.D. 
 
 NEW YORK : 
 
 A. C. ARMSTRONG & SON. 
 
 1880. 
 
Press of S. W. Green’s Son, 74 Beekman Street, N. Y. 
 
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 WILLIAM IVES BUDINGTON 
 
 William Ives Budington was born in New Haven, Conn., on 
 the 2 1 st of April, 1815, graduated at Yale College in 1834, and studied 
 theology at the Yale Divinity School and at Andover, leaving the 
 latter institution in 1839. He was ordained pastor of the First 
 Church, Charlestown, Mass., April 22d, 1840. He resigned his charge 
 in Charlestown September, 1854. For a few months he preached in 
 the Western Presbyterian Church in Philadelphia, and in April, 1855, 
 accepted a call to the Clinton Avenue Congregational Church, Brook- 
 lyn, N. Y., in the following letter : 
 
 “ Philadelphia, Pa., April 20, 1855. 
 
 “ To the Clinton Avenue Congregational Church and Society. 
 
 “ Dear Brethren : Since receiving your second invitation to settle 
 with you in the ministry of the Gospel as your pastor and teacher, I 
 have been led to think that it was my duty to do so, and by this com- 
 munication I do now cordially signify my acceptance of your invita- 
 tion. I am led to this step by a conviction that there is a wide and 
 inviting field of labor around you, and one which it is your mission to 
 cultivate and reap, and especially that there* is a readiness to labor, 
 and if need be to bear self-denial, not only among yourselves, but also 
 on the part of other Christian friends not yet united with you. I do 
 now cheerfully and earnestly offer my ministry and pastoral services 
 to a union and co-operation with yourselves, in the humble hope that 
 He whose name we bear, and who is head over all things to the 
 church, will graciously own our poor endeavors to establish a church and 
 house for His glory which shall stand through long succeeding years. 
 
 “ I must, however, give expression to my deep consciousness that I 
 shall stand in need of your largest indulgence and your continual pray- 
 j ers that my infirmities may be supplemented by your charity, and be 
 made effectual, through the power of God, to the edification of His 
 church and the conversion of sinners. It is my intention, with the 
 leave of divine Providence, to assume the charge of the pulpit at 
 once, beginning with the Sabbath the 29th inst. And now, relying 
 upon the union of the church and society and the hearty co-operation 
 of the friends of Christ in your neighborhood, but chiefly and above 
 all upon the necessary and indispensable blessing of God, I again 
 signify my acceptance of your call, and subscribe myself 
 
 “ Faithfully your friend and servant in Christ Jesus, 
 
 (Signed) “Wm. Ives Budington.” 
 
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 He was installed as pastor December 19th, 1855, and remained in 
 the church until 1878, when continued infirmity of health obliged him 
 to suspend his active work. 
 
 The disease of which Doctor Budington died was declared in May, 
 
 1877, to be epithelial cancer. 
 
 There were four different surgical operations performed on his lip : 
 one in August, 1877 ; the second in April, 1878 ; the third, in London, 
 on the 19th of July, 1878 ; and the last, in Brooklyn, November 16th, 
 
 1878. 
 
 The continued progress of disease compelled the following letter 
 of resignation : 
 
 “ To the Members and Congregation of the Clinton Avenue Congrega- 
 tional Church. 
 
 “ Dearly Beloved : It has pleased God to lay His hand upon me 
 in bodily affliction, and take from me the ability to discharge towards 
 you the duties of a pastor and teacher. This renewal of the disease 
 from which I have suffered, and so soon after my return home from 
 the vacation you kindly gave me, has come upon me suddenly and 
 unexpectedly, but I desire to bow to the will of God humbly and sub- 
 missively. 
 
 “ God has been good to me in all the past years, and He is good 
 to me now in the midst of the pain and disappointment which it has 
 pleased Him to allot me. He has especially comforted me by the 
 kindness and sympathy which you have shown me. 
 
 “ No sooner did you hear of my affliction than you manifested a 
 readiness to do all in your power to relieve me of anxiety. By the 
 concurrent action of the committee and trustees, and by the unani- 
 mous vote of the church and congregation, I was released from all 
 pastoral duties for six months, and you accompanied the resolution 
 with the expression of the hope that by this release I might regain 
 health and strength. You have laid me under obligation no less by 
 the ways in which you have personally remembered me. 
 
 “Although I have not been permitted to see your faces, your 
 voices have seemed to break into the silence of my chamber, and I 
 have been surrounded by beautiful and fragrant remembrances of 
 your love. Each manifestation of Christian sympathy has been a 
 solace to me in my enforced seclusion, and I have been sustained by 
 the knowledge that I was remembered in your prayers. But I should 
 esteem myself unworthy of all this affection and confidence, did I 
 not, as soon as I am able, and as frankly as possible, express the con- 
 viction which the providence of God has forced upon me that it is 
 my duty to resign my pastoral office, and to give you the opportunity 
 to select another minister. It is true I am now apparently recovering, 
 and am encouraged greatly by my medical adviser, yet the prospect of 
 
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 my entire restoration is made to depend in part upon freedom from 
 all care for a considerable period of time. 
 
 “ But you need a pastor at once. The sad and numerous bereave- 
 ments which have befallen many families of the congregation within 
 the last four weeks make me feel that you never needed one more. 
 Painful, therefore, as it is to me, I feel constrained, in duty to you 
 and to the interests of the Redeemer’s kingdom, to ask you to accept 
 my resignation of the office which it has been my honor and my hap- 
 piness to hold among you for nearly twenty-four years. But it is my 
 comfort to know that this is God’s appointment, and I cherish the 
 assurance that He will bless you, and more abundantly, in the coming 
 time. 
 
 “ I have great satisfaction in the thought that as a church you 
 have not lived to yourselves, but to Christ ; that you have taken part 
 in all good work in this neighborhood and in our city, and that your 
 benevolence is spoken of not only at home, but in the ends of the earth. 
 
 “ May the great Head of the church speedily send you a man 
 full of the Holy Ghost, a true and faithful minister of Christ, loving 
 not yours but you, and ready to be your servant for Jesus’ sake ! 
 
 *' Meanwhile my prayer is that your fellowship may be unbroken; 
 that you may stand together in the mutual discharge of your covenant 
 obligations ; and that, by united and fervent prayer, you may wait 
 upon God till He send you a man after His own heart. I do not bid 
 you farewell. I hope still to be with you, if not as your pastor, as 
 one who can never forget that he has been your pastor, and whose 
 dearest hope it is to spend an eternity with you under the care of the 
 Shepherd and Bishop of our souls. 
 
 “ Accept the assurance of my love to the congregation and to each 
 member of the congregation, and believe me your grateful and affec- 
 tionate pastor, 
 
 , “ Wm. Ives Budington.” 
 
 Brooklyn, December 17, 1878. 
 
 At a special meeting of the church held January 22d, 1879, the 
 letter of resignation was read, and the following preamble and resolu- 
 tions were unanimously passed : 
 
 “ Whereas, Our loved and honored pastor. Rev. William I^p Bud- 
 ington, D.D., constrained by the pressure of prolonged physical weak- 
 ness, disabling him from further bearing the burdens and meeting the 
 requirements of the onerous pastorate, has felt compelled to with- 
 draw from all active duties and submit his resignation of them to his 
 church and congregation ; and, 
 
 “ Whereas, We as a church and society have been called to take a 
 formal action upon the letter, which now, as when we first heard from 
 our pulpit its tender and touching words, awakens our deepest regret 
 at the providential necessity which called it forth , therefore, 
 
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 “Resolved, That profoundly impressed with the conviction that the 
 interests of His church are dearer to the great Head of the church 
 than they can possibly be to any of His followers, we bow with resig- 
 nation to the stroke that takes from us the pastor and friend whose 
 loving care and guidance we have so long enjoyed. 
 
 “ Resolved , That we cannot express too strongly our gratitude to that 
 kind Providence that, in the early history of our church, selected and 
 sent to it one to take the spiritual charge of this enterprise in our new 
 and growing part of the city, so admirably constituted by nature and by 
 grace to meet its requirements ; by education and conviction devoted 
 to the principles and the ancestral faith of the founders of the church ; 
 by experience and preparation of heart and mind qualified to counsel, 
 to comfort, to instruct ; by refined and cultured sensibilities, by quick 
 and responsive sympathies, and by ready and eloquent utterance, gifted 
 with the power of personally attracting friends and parishioners. To 
 him, under that Providence, do we owe it that the feeble church has 
 become such a power for good in our city and denomination. Under 
 his wise and faithful and loving care the spacious edifice which we 
 entered soon after his installation, and in which we were but a hand- 
 ful, has been filled with attentive worshippers. The membership which 
 called him has been increased seven-fold. The enterprises and activi- 
 ties of the people, originated or stimulated by his thoughtfulness, 
 have been multiplied and developed till their influence and benevo- 
 lence have carried their refreshing visitations far beyond the bounds 
 of the parish ; while the church, educated for nearly a quarter of a 
 century under his ministry, has become rooted and grounded in the 
 faith, vigorous in maintaining its own institutions, and prompt to en- 
 courage and aid those less favored in bearing their burdens. Surely 
 for such a ministry our profoundest gratitude is due. 
 
 “Resolved, That while grateful that our pulpit has been honored by 
 a sound and learned theologian, an earnest and effective preacher, and 
 an eloquent and ready advocate of every interest of humanity and of 
 the cause of Christ, we cherish as still dearer and more precious the 
 privilege of being so closely associated with a pastor, true and noble 
 as a man, with a warm and loving spirit, full of tender sympathies, 
 whose hand, whose heart, whose home was always open at our call. 
 In our homes he has been a welcome friend ; while in times of trouble, 
 by beds of sickness and in hours of affliction and bereavement, he has 
 been to us the angel of mercy and consolation. 
 
 “Resolved, That remembering the past with undying affection, and 
 grateful for the life-work whose results have secured for us the strength 
 and success we now enjoy, while regretting the necessity that com- 
 pelled the resignation from active duties of our pastor, we accede to 
 what we believe to be his sincere request, with the understanding and 
 the hope that he will continue to honor us by remaining with us as 
 
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 pastor emeritus ; which position we cordially entreat him in love to us 
 to assume, trusting that we may continue to share the benediction of 
 his presence, his sympathies, and his prayers, while we may still enjoy 
 the privilege of lifting our prayers for him to God who gave him to 
 us, and who, we trust, will continue to him and his beloved wife the 
 sustaining comfort and consolation of that Gospel he has so long 
 ministered to us, the people of his charge. ’ 
 
 And to this action of the church Dr. Budington made the follow- 
 ing answer : 
 
 “To the Church and Society of the Clinton Avenue Congregational 
 
 Church. 
 
 “ Dearly Beloved : I have received a copy of the preamble and 
 resolution unanimously adopted by you at the special meeting held on 
 the 22d day of January, in which you have in the kindest possible 
 terms released me from the active duties of the pastorate, and tender 
 me the appointment of pastor emeritus for life. I thank you for what 
 you have done, and not less for the manner in which you have done 
 it. Your words have been precious beyond expression to my heart, 
 and will be treasured in my memory as long as I live. Notwithstand- 
 ing I am deeply conscious how far short 1 come of meriting the lan- 
 guage you have employed respecting me, 1 value it none the less as 
 an expression of your love for one who has been permitted so long 
 to minister to you in the name of Christ ; and I accept with gratitude 
 to you, and to Him who has inspired your hearts, the position of pas- 
 tor emeritus, which, releasing me from the duties of a pastor, never- 
 theless gives me the name, and permits me to cherish the sentiments 
 belonging to so tender a relation. 
 
 “ I pray you also to accept my thanks for the generous salary you 
 have since voted for the ensuing year. The unanimity with which all 
 this has been done has left me nothing to desire, and 1 can only assure 
 you, my dear people, of the heartfelt thankfulness and love I bear 
 you, singly and collectively. The fact that both in the resolutions 
 you have passed and in the office you have created you have far 
 exceeded my deservings, seems only to increase my respect and affec- 
 tion toward you ; for I recognize in your action toward me, as your 
 minister, the love you bear to the great Head of the church, and the 
 reverence you cherish for the church and the ministry He has him- 
 self instituted. To His dear name be all the glory. 
 
 “ I remain, with most grateful sentiments, 
 
 “ Your affectionate pastor, 
 
 “ Wm. Ives Budington. 
 
 “ Brooklyn, February 26, 1879.” 
 
 He died in Brooklyn on Saturday, November 29th, 1879, at 10.30 
 A..M., and was buried in Greenwood on the 2d December. 1879. 
 
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 FUNERAL SERVICES, AT THE CLINTON AVENUE CON- 
 GREGATIONAL CHURCH. 
 
 The stenographer can make an accurate record of the 
 spoken words, and all he can do is found in the following 
 pages ; but the inspiration of the burial service cannot be 
 written. The day, one of singular beauty, balmy and 
 bright, the vast and sympathetic audience, the spirit of the 
 occasion, transforming the customary grief and sorrow 
 into the elevating, sanctifying, triumphant joy — all attest 
 the power of that endless life which though dead yet 
 speaketh, and remains on earth a living force in the hearts 
 of men. 
 
 The body having been attended from the residence to 
 the church by the family of Dr. Budington and the officers 
 of his church and society, the public services were con- 
 ducted in the following order: 
 
 CHANT BY THE CHOIR: 
 
 Blessed are the dead, who die in the Lord from henceforth ; 
 
 Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors, and their 
 works do follow them. 
 
 Our days on earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding ; 
 
 We are but of yesterday • there is but a step between us and death , 
 
 Man’s days are as grass : as a flower of the field so he flourisheth ; 
 
 He appeareth for a little time, then vanisheth away. 
 
 Watch ! for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come ■ 
 
 Be ye also ready ; for in such an hour as ye think not, the Son of man 
 cometh, 
 
 It is the Lord , let Him do what seemeth Him good ; 
 
 The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away, and blessed be the 
 name of the Lord. 
 
 Blessed are the dead, who die in the Lord from henceforth ; 
 
 Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors, and their 
 works do follow them. 
 
Opening Prayer, by Rev. Dr. A. S. Hunt. 
 
 O God, our Father! Thou hast summoned us this 
 day unto thy presence, and we lift up our cry unto thee 
 for a blessing. 
 
 Our hearts are burdened and subdued, for thou hast 
 taken from our fellowship on earth one who thou didst 
 cause to be a blessing to us in the years that are gone. 
 O Lord ! We beseech thee to draw near to us while we 
 wait in thy house. Give us thy Holy Spirit ! Direct the 
 services of this solemn hour so that we may be soothed 
 and comforted. May all that find expression here be 
 helpful to us, and, if it please thee, so direct the thoughts 
 of our hearts which find no expression that they may 
 prove more helpful still. 
 
 Let us so wait before thee, in humility and penitence 
 and faith, that we may receive thy richest benediction. 
 
 Hear us, O our Father ! and make known to us the 
 joy of thy salvation, through Jesus Christ our Lord. 
 Amen. 
 
 Hymn, Read by Rev. A. J. Lyman. 
 
 Oh, cease, my wandering soul. 
 
 On restless wing to roam ; 
 
 All this wide world, to either pole, 
 
 Hath not for thee a home. 
 
 Behold the ark of God ! 
 
 Behold the open door ! 
 
 Oh, haste to gain that dear abode, 
 
 And rove, my soul, no more. 
 
 There safe thou shalt abide. 
 
 There sweet shall be thy rest ; 
 
 And every longing satisfied, 
 
 With full salvation blest. 
 
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 Scripture Selections, Read by Rev. A. H. Clapp, D.D. 
 
 As touching the resurrection of the dead, have ye not 
 read that which was spoken unto you by God, saying, I 
 am the God of Abraham, and the God of Isaac, and the 
 God of Jacob? God is not the God of the dead, but of 
 the living. Jesus saith unto her, Thy brother shall rise 
 again. Martha saith unto him, I know that he shall rise 
 again in the resurrection at the last day. Jesus said unto 
 her, I am the resurrection and the life : he that believeth 
 in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live : and whoso- 
 ever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die. Let not 
 j r our heart be troubled. In my Father’s house are many 
 mansions : if it were not so, I would have told you. I 
 go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a 
 place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto 
 myself ; that where I am, there ye may be also. I am 
 the way, the truth, and the life. Because I live ye 
 shall live also. Father, I will that they also whom 
 thou hast given me, be with me where I am, that they 
 may behold my glory, which thou hast given me. 
 
 But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the 
 first fruits of them that slept. For as in Adam all die, even 
 so in Christ shall all be made alive. The last enemy that 
 shall be destroyed is death. Behold I shew you a mystery ; 
 we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a 
 moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump. So 
 when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and 
 this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be 
 brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swal- 
 lowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting ? O 
 grave, where is thy victory ? Thanks be to God, which 
 giveth us the victory, through our Lord Jesus Christ. 
 If we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so 
 them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. 
 
 The Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a 
 shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump 
 of God : and the dead in Christ shall rise first : then we 
 which are alive and remain shall be caught up together 
 
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 with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air ; and 
 so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort 
 one another with these words. 
 
 Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the first resur- 
 rection ; on such the second death hath no power, but 
 they shall be priests of God and of Christ, and shall reign 
 with him a thousand years. I heard a voice from heaven 
 saying unto me, write, Blessed are the dead which die in 
 the Lord from henceforth ; yea, saith the Spirit, that they 
 may rest from their labors, and their works do follow 
 them. They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any 
 more : neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat ; 
 for the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall 
 feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of 
 waters ; and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. 
 And they shall see his face ; and his name shall be in their 
 foreheads. And there shall be no night there ; and they 
 need no candle, neither light of the sun, for the Lord God 
 giveth them light : and they shall reign forever and ever. 
 And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor cry- 
 ing, neither shall there be any more pain ; for the former 
 things are passed away. 
 
 I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my de- 
 parture is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have 
 finished my course, I have kept the faith. Henceforth 
 there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which 
 the Lord, the righteous Judge, shall give me at that day; 
 and not tome only, but unto all them also that love his ap- 
 pearing. 
 
 Address, by Rev. T. L. Cuyler, D.D. 
 
 We are assembled in the house of God; but in the 
 presence of this slumbering man of God it seems indeed 
 as if it were the “ gate of heaven.” Many things crowd 
 upon me now that I would fain say if I let my heart out. 
 But I should do great violence to my own feelings and 
 the feelings of that neighboring church that I now repre-' 
 sent if at this time I were to remain silent. For nearly 
 
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 twenty years this beloved brother and he who now ad- 
 dresses you have been neighbors and brethren, bound to- 
 gether in strongest ties of Christian labor and personal 
 affection ; and the churches have so intermingled that 
 they are not so much like twin churches as one flock with 
 denominational differences thin as paper, but an unity 
 as deep and strong as the love of Him who died for us. 
 These twenty years have given me constant opportunity for 
 the most careful observation and study of this beautiful 
 life that has now passed into the life of the heavenly world. 
 I saw his going out and his coming in, by day and by 
 night, year after year, all through these the last years of 
 his life. 
 
 Others will follow me this morning and speak of 
 Dr. Budington’s pulpit gifts and services in the Church of 
 Christ. I have preferred to simply speak of him as the 
 shepherd of this flock. Dr. Budington was the very 
 prince of pastors. Sometimes the pride of a congregation 
 is excited by brilliant pulpit performances — the love of 
 the people can only be won by pastoral fidelity. He 
 chose “the better part,” and continually came to this pul- 
 pit as a workman, thoroughly furnished with God’s truth 
 for God’s work ; yet he felt that his great hold here was 
 that deep, unchangeable, immovable hold on the people’s 
 hearts. He went in and out among them as one of them 
 — he went on his way of love on his pastoral visits. His 
 idea of a church was just simply the primitive one — a 
 fold, a flock, a shepherd. The feeding-place of the fod 
 was this pulpit. He fed them with the finest of wheat. 
 The flock was scattered through these streets and avenues. 
 Wherever the flock was the shepherd was — from house 
 to house and from heart to heart he made the pilgrimage 
 of love for nearly a quarter of a century, and when crape 
 was on the door, and heart-break in the chamber, our 
 brother was there with his tender ministrations — not 
 merely in a cold perfunctory manner, but mingling his 
 tears with theirs in the house of sorrow. Those of us 
 who have an empty crib at home will recall how we were 
 comforted by his words of tenderness. He was a shep- 
 
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 herd that never overlooked a single one, not even the 
 humblest and poorest. Dear brethren and sisters of this 
 church, how continually through all these years to come 
 you will recall his gentle courtesy, his kind benignity, his 
 well-ordered speech, the words which he spoke in wisdom 
 and in love! His power was peculiarly heart-power. He 
 was faithful as a pastor, was assiduous in his humblest 
 duties, was constant in his devotion to your interests, and 
 he has reaped his reward. If he was lovable, you loved 
 him. 
 
 When Paul was in captivity for Christ at Rome, 
 he wrote to his faithful brethren at Philippi : “ I rejoice 
 in the Lord greatly that your care for me has flourished 
 again.” The literal reading of that passage is: “ I rejoice 
 in the Lord greatly, that your thought for me has blos- 
 somed out afresh.” How truly could that beloved brother 
 say of this church : “ I rejoice greatly that your thought 
 for me has blossomed afresh” ! Your love for him was 
 perpetually in full bloom, the fragrance of which sweetened 
 yonder dying chamber, and made death seem easy as he 
 went home to his reward and crown of glory. How ten- 
 derly you all felt for him, for you knew his bodily in- 
 firmities — you knew what burdens he had to carry as 
 pastor and preacher and laborer for the interests of Christ. 
 Three several times do I recollect you released him from 
 this pulpit, when worn down with labor, and sent him 
 across the ocean. It was my privilege to be his com- 
 panion on one of these visits across the sea ; and as I re- 
 call his conversations, his refined amenities, his honest 
 truthfulness, his transparent upright character, through 
 which you could see clear down to the bottom of his soul, 
 I can say honestly here, that while I have been permitted 
 to have met many great and good men, I have never 
 known a nobler man than William Ives Budington. 
 
 To write a good sermon requires often but a few hours ; 
 to write a good book requires a few months or years ; but 
 to write a good example requires a lifetime. For all these 
 long years our brother has been steadily weaving and 
 working out an example of godliness which he leaves to 
 
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 the Clinton avenue congregation and the churches of this 
 city. Pure of heart and honest of speech and circumspect 
 in life, his example was a constant study for the members 
 of his flock, while in his pulpit he was an example of 
 supreme devotion to every line of that Book of Heaven. 
 In the pulpit his was a noble example of loyalty to God’s 
 revealed Word. His example before this community was 
 one of unblemished and holy conversation. The last 
 chapters of his beautiful life have been written in secret ; 
 the last pages have been blotted with the tears of this 
 sympathizing people. Our God ordered that he would 
 serve Him before men. The pain that he suffered in yonder 
 dwelling is known only to Him who can temper the sharp- 
 est wind to the shorn lamb. So it was to be that the last 
 legacy was to be an example of quiet, submissive patience. 
 While disease was slowly devouring this frail tabernacle, his 
 soul was longing to break its earthly camp and to be with 
 Jesus. Last Saturday morning, while the sands of time 
 were sinking, the dawn of heaven burst in upon yonder 
 darkened chamber of death. For days and days and days 
 anxious enquiries were made at that door ; tributes of 
 flowers were sent in, but he could not see the gifts. All 
 that was an outward tribute to one who had passed know- 
 ing what you were doing and what you were saying. For 
 the last few hours his spirit seemed to be behind a veil 
 of bodily infirmity, and then gently, quietly, sweetly it left 
 the tent, and the spirit went home “to God who gave it,” 
 and unto that precious Jesus who died to redeem him. 
 The city mourns to-day, the Church of Christ mourns to- 
 day, yet rejoices in such a life and in such labors. Under 
 this sunny sky you will carry my brother for the last time, 
 from the scenes of his fidelity and his godly influence. 
 When he is gone his name will linger here. It will be 
 “ Dr. Budington’s church” for many long years to come. 
 His monument is here ; his record is on high. As you go 
 forth to lay him down in his resting-place at Greenwood, 
 where he so often mingled his tears with yours in your 
 afflictions, his dust will mingle with the dust of his beloved 
 flock. He will sleep close beside them, and he wil 
 
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 “ break ground ” for them on the Resurrection mom ! 
 Bear him out from this loved spot gently ! Carry him 
 tenderly, for ye are bearing “ a temple of the Holy Ghost !” 
 I am only voicing the inmost thoughts of all this mourn- 
 ing multitude when I say — 
 
 “ Brother, accept our parting song; 
 
 Earth’s road was short, Heaven’s rest is long; 
 
 The Lord brought here, the Lord takes hence: 
 
 This is no place of permanence. 
 
 " And open wide, thou Gate of Peace! 
 
 And let our brother’s journey cease; 
 
 Let us smooth a narrow couch, dear neighbors, 
 
 For slumbers won by life-long labors.” 
 
 Address, by Rev. J. Clement French, D.D. 
 
 “ How is the strong staff broken, and the beautiful rod !” 
 
 I looked in the morning paper and saw these words, 
 “ Entered into life but before my eye had fallen upon 
 the name, my mind had shot swifter than a ray of light to 
 the opening heavens, and my heart had exclaimed, “ A 
 Christian has been translated and glorified/’ Another 
 glance, and I knew that he whom I had known and 
 honored and loved for more than twenty years, my neigh- 
 bor, my friend, my companion, my counsellor — at once 
 my Christian brother and father — had reached the first 
 goal of immortal being. When the saintly Owen drew 
 near that open gate, a brother in Christ entered his room 
 and exclaimed, “ I am so glad to see that you are still in 
 the land of the living.” To whom the blessed saint, fixing 
 on him the eyes in which already beamed the light of the 
 near eternity, and lifting his emaciated finger heavenward, 
 said, “ I am still in the land of the dying , but I am going 
 to the land of the living.” If those lips which for nearly 
 a quarter of a century proclaimed the truth, and the power 
 of Jesus Christ to transfigure these mortal lives into the 
 beginning of a deathless existence, could have spoken but 
 
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 one single sentence in these last moments of transition, 
 they would have sealed the faith of his life-long ministry 
 and echoed the words of the saint: “ Weep not for me, 
 for I am going to the land of the living.” Beloved 
 brethren, God sometimes puts a special emphasis upon 
 men. He sometimes underlines them ; he prints them in 
 capital letters. They would be marked anywhere. Their 
 inner life and force would flash out under all circumstances, 
 under all suns, in all times, making them distinguished 
 and remembered. This man of God was born to bring 
 strength and beauty into the sanctuary of Jesus Christ : 
 the strength of a thoroughly cultured intellect, masterly 
 in its methods, and the beauty of a godly, symmetrical 
 life. 
 
 I do not stand here this morning to name his virtues. It 
 would seem like painting and praising the sunlight in 
 that sphere which is filled with its effulgence to-day. If 
 you seek for his monument, look around you ! The walls 
 and gates of this Zion, built first for the Master Jesus 
 Christ, the glory of the Father, and next for him the under 
 shepherd; this gathered multitude to-day, so many of 
 whom have been taught and trained and warned and 
 wooed and won through him to the hopes of the Gospel 
 of Christ ; these other throngs that have felt the outreach- 
 ing arms of his influence, and have come here, each with a 
 little leaflet to weave into the garland of his honor ; this 
 city of Brooklyn, which has been made to feel his mental 
 power and moral worth ; the land, and the church univer- 
 sal, that have his name and fame in lasting keeping, and 
 will build many a monument and many a tablet in loving 
 hearts and homes. Oh ! we have all lost a dear and treas- 
 ured friend and counsellor ; but only for a time. Remem- 
 ber those words, “ entered into life .” Do not many of you 
 remember that last communion service in this church — 
 upon the second day of last March? This altar here? 
 Do you not remember that voice, at first a little tremu- 
 lous ; that form, at first a little bowed ; those words, at first 
 too full of rushing memories and gushing feeling to be 
 assured and fluent, but then as he seemed to feel through 
 
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 the dim rapt mystery about him, and as the spirit seemed 
 to eye with eagle gaze the noon of Heaven undazzled 
 by the blaze, and visions of eternity seemed sweeping down 
 to his view, the rising strength, the nervous fire, the more 
 than terrestrial thrill that swept along the current of his 
 words, and made us feel the dread solemnity of living and 
 the awful nearness of the eternal world? Do you not 
 remember how he spoke to us of his own Gethsemane, as 
 all alone he had struggled up to that height of absolute 
 and sweet submission which then could say, “ Father, if 
 it be possible, let this cup pass from me : nevertheless, 
 not as I will, but as Thou wilt”? The foot of Jacob’s 
 ladder was here that day. Angels were descending 
 and ascending before the gaze of our faith. There was a 
 contest then and there in that great soul, and a victory 
 too, grander far than any that was ever won at Austerlitz 
 or in the Coliseum of Vespasian ! And now this man so 
 low is a conqueror, nay ! he is a king, ay, more than all, 
 a son. Then what mean these draped and pendent sym- 
 bols ? what means this solemn hush upon all this assem- 
 blage ? what mean these checked or choking sighs? 
 What mean these warm tears dropping even now from so 
 many loving eyes? Do they mean insubmission ? yearning 
 protests? Do they mean sorrow as without hope? Nay, 
 nay ! but they do mean chastened grief, that we may no 
 longer dwell in the sunshine of his presence — no more 
 listen to his words of wisdom, his messages of truth, to the 
 greetings of his brother love — that we shall no longer see 
 his elastic footsteps upon the street, and the cheering 
 radiance of his smile. Whoever may have differed from 
 him in judgment or feeling, we doubt not to-day will cast 
 every memory thereof, with the evergreen leaf, in the 
 open grave. Oh, I would to God that a whole race of such 
 men might rise up to proclaim, defend, and magnify the 
 truth of the Eternal Word. 
 
 I cannot think, I cannot feel that this man now before 
 me is he, so still, so cold, so low. Beloved mourners, it 
 is not he, it is only the clay. All that we most prize, all 
 that is most precious and beautiful in those we love, sur- 
 
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 vives their dying. The grave takes only the broken shell, 
 the snapped fetter. God has the freed, the deathless soul ! 
 
 “ Oh change! Oh wondrous change! 
 
 Burst are the prison bars; 
 
 This moment here, so low in mortal prayer, 
 
 And now, beyond the stars! 
 
 Oh change, stupendous change! 
 
 Here lies the senseless clod; 
 
 The soul its bondage breaks: the new immortal wakes, 
 
 Awakes with God.” 
 
 Hymn, Read by Rev. H. M. Scudder, D.D. 
 
 Rest for the toiling hand, 
 
 Rest for the anxious brow. 
 
 Rest for the weary, wayworn feet, 
 
 Rest from all labor now ; — 
 
 Rest for the fevered brain. 
 
 Rest for the throbbing eye ; 
 
 Thro’ these parched lips of thine no more 
 Shall pass the moan or sigh. 
 
 Soon shall the trump of God 
 Give out the welcome sound, 
 
 That shakes thy silent chamber-walls, 
 
 And breaks the sealed ground. 
 
 Ye dwellers in the dust, 
 
 Awake ! come forth and sing ; 
 
 Sharp has your frost of winter been, 
 
 But bright shall be your spring. 
 
 ’Twas sown in weakness here ; 
 
 Twill there be raised in power ; 
 
 That which was sown an earthly seed. 
 
 Shall rise a heavenly flower 
 
 Address, by Rev. Wm. M. Taylor, D.D. 
 
 At last the long agony is over, and our beloved brother 
 is at rest. We shall miss him much, and yet it was with 
 a sense of relief, and with an emotion of gratitude to God, 
 that we heard that he had stepped out of the river which 
 he had been so long crossing, on to the other shore. 
 
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 Others must speak about rrfy friend’s long public labors : 
 it is mine to refer to him rather as he was to me, in those 
 seasons of closest intimacy when the hearts of true friends 
 touch each other, and each feels the other’s throb. When, 
 now a little more than eight years ago, I first visited this 
 city, to fill a little space in the pulpit of my friend who sits 
 at my side, I came more frequently and closely into con- 
 tact with Dr. Budington than with any other clergyman of 
 this country. He called on me, and took me out for drives 
 to see the places of interest — talked with me of men and 
 things on both sides of the Atlantic, of sermons and texts, 
 and homiletic methods, and pastoral experiences, and 
 church measures, with all the enthusiasm of a theological 
 student, combined with all the wisdom of one who had 
 been thirty years in the ministry. When, so unexpectedly 
 to myself, I was called to the Tabernacle Church of New 
 York City, it was both natural and appropriate for me to 
 ask him to give me the “ right hand” of welcome on the 
 evening of my installation. How much of his heart he 
 put into that hand, those who were present on that occa- 
 sion will remember. I think I feel its warm grasp now, 
 and hear the loving sentences with which he accompanied 
 it; and to-day it seems to me that he has but gone before 
 me a little while into the better land, to give me, ere long, 
 in that new world, as in this, another welcome to the 
 Church of the First Born. 
 
 The qualities of character which impressed me on my 
 first acquaintance with him were those which came out 
 more decidedly and conspicuously the longer I knew him. 
 He was pre-eminently a devout man. I think he helped 
 me in some measure to realize what it means to “walk 
 with God.” There was no violent transition needed to 
 bring him from the secular to the sacred. Rather the 
 secular seemed always to be sanctified to him, by the 
 word of God and prayer. He understood and manifested 
 the spirit that is beneath the words “ Pray without ceas- 
 ing” more than any man I have ever come in contact 
 with. When we were with him we felt that the Master 
 was not far away. 
 
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 But this devoutness did not destroy his cheerfulness. It 
 only elevated and sublimated it, so that when you left his 
 society you could look back upon your hours of fellow- 
 ship with him without having them marred with the re- 
 membrance of one word which you would have wished 
 to forget. 
 
 I was struck increasingly, as the years went on, with 
 the Christian gentlemanliness of his deportment. He had 
 studied the command of the apostle, “ Be courteous.” 
 There was alw r ays about him a fine sense of propriety, and 
 a chivalrous consideration for the feelings of others ; and 
 this was no mere superficial thing — a thin veneer, overlay- 
 ing quite another disposition — but rather the genuine ex- 
 pression of the true nature of the man. When my honored 
 predecessor published his book on “ Church and State in 
 America” he dedicated it to Dr. Budington as the finest 
 specimen of a Christian gentleman with whom he was ac- 
 quainted ; and everybody who knew him must have been 
 struck, I will not say with the generosity, but with the 
 justice of that tribute. 
 
 But though he was “ dowered with the love of love,” he 
 was also endowed with “the scorn of scorn.” Few men 
 hated meanness and duplicity as he did. He was a good 
 hater, in the sense of hating that which, is wrong. But the 
 dominant quality of his character was an unflinching 
 courage. He was one of the bravest men I have ever 
 known ; and his courage, so at least it seemed to me, was 
 not that of mere constitutional temperament, far less that of 
 the man who has not fully counted the cost of his course, 
 or the magnitude of the difficulties he has to meet ; but it 
 was that of deliberate conviction. He adhered to the 
 truth, because of his loyalty to Him who said “ I am the 
 truth.” No matter what personal interests intervened, or 
 what opposition he had to face, he would not flinch. His 
 motto might have been “ Amicus Plato, amicus Socrates, 
 sed magis arnica Veritas;” and I delight to recall those 
 occasions on which he rose superior to all fear of conse- 
 quences, because he felt that he was on the side of God. 
 
 And now this earnest pastor, eloquent preacher, devout 
 
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 man and faithful friend has gone. The magnitude of our 
 loss to-day is the measure of our consolation, and we can 
 thank God that “we shall see him again, and our hearts 
 shall rejoice.” 
 
 Address by Rev. R. S. Storks, D.D. 
 
 I do not think it will seem strange to any present that 
 it was with a singular reluctance that I yielded to the 
 request of our friend who has gone, and of those who have 
 held him in their heart of hearts, that I should say a few 
 words this morning. 
 
 My acquaintance with him began many years ago — 
 earlier than that of most here present. That acquaintance 
 ripened fast into perfect confidence and affection. That 
 confidence and that affection have never for a moment 
 been impaired, or interrupted ; and since his death was an- 
 nounced the city has seemed changed to me. A light has 
 vanished from the streets — the light of his benignant and 
 welcoming face. A music is silent in the air — the music 
 of his always cordial and animating voice. Indeed, my 
 Friends, I should sit there at this service, and not be stand- 
 ing here to speak ! 
 
 And yet we may all rejoice together that we are not 
 here to say “ Farewell,” as if forever, to him whom we have 
 so thoroughly trusted, and so long and tenderly loved. I re- 
 member the pleasure with which years ago he showed to me 
 the Latin line which Henry Alford, Dean of Canterbury, 
 had directed to be inscribed upon his tombstone in the 
 church-yard of St. Martin’s : “ Deversorium viatoris Hie- 
 rosolymam proficiscentis” — The resting-place of a traveller, 
 on his way to Jerusalem. 1 think of those words now, as I 
 look upon his coffin. I shall think of them again, as I 
 stand beside his grave. They might be appropriately in- 
 scribed on any monument which you hereafter may build 
 for him — “ The resting place of a traveller, on his way to 
 Jerusalem !” 
 
 I bade him Good-bye for a time, years ago, on one of 
 
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 those visits of his to the Old World, to which Dr. Cuyler 
 has referred, when he was anticipating the delight of see- 
 ng the Holy Land, of seeing Jerusalem, the city of David, 
 the city of the Lord’s redemptive death, over which to 
 his imagination was still flung the shadow of the cross, 
 over which to his ardent mind still shone the splendor of 
 the ascension. I bade him Good-bye then, in the confi- 
 dent hope of seeing him again, by God’s kindness ; and the 
 hope was fulfilled. None of us, who heard him after his 
 return speaking of those scenes, will ever forget the eager, 
 impassioned, and eloquent utterance, in which he was wont 
 to tell of Zion and Moriah, of Calvary and Gethsemane, 
 of the Mount of Olives, and of Bethlehem beyond, and of 
 all the land, memorable and sacred, in which these are 
 central. 
 
 I now again bid him Good-bye, but only for a little, as he 
 goes up to the heavenly Jerusalem, in the hope, more as- 
 sured than before, of seeing him again ! I shall go to him, 
 though he shall not return to me. And when we see him 
 again, my Friends, can we not almost anticipate the eager, 
 fervent, kindling utterance, in the celestial speech, in which 
 he will tell us of the wonders and glories of the city above, 
 in which the Lord is not crucified but crowned ; where 
 the millions of the saints have taken the place of the few 
 disciples ; and from which they go no more out ! How 
 much he might tell us of it now, and of all the heavenly 
 realms of life which spread around it, if our ears could 
 but hear his remembered voice ! if he could but speak to 
 us what it is in his heart to tell ! No ! I do not bid him 
 “ Farewell,” but only “ Good-bye for a time.” 
 
 For years to come his benignant and commanding pres- 
 ence will be with us who loved him, almost as if again we 
 saw it. It is true, indeed, that he rests from his labors, 
 while we still tarry on the earth. He rests forever, in a 
 serene and supreme tranquility which we cannot, as yet, 
 prefigure, the fulness of which he only knows. How sweet 
 that rest must be to him, after long weariness, wasting, 
 pain ! There is a song which they alone know who have 
 come unto God out of great tribulation. In fulness of 
 
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 light, and liberty, and peace, he rests henceforth, forever- 
 more ! But his works do follow him — or follow with 
 him — as the Scripture affirms. It is not merely in the re- 
 membrance of them which he carries with him to the 
 sky, though that remembrance of every high and noble 
 work shall be to him an immortal reward. It is not 
 merely in the rich preparation which they have wrought 
 in him for the services and offices to be opened to him 
 above, though how great these may be the Scriptures seem 
 to intimate to us. What does the Master mean? “Thou 
 hast been faithful over a few things ; I will make thee ruler 
 over many things. Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.” 
 Greater works than are possible on earth, to be accomp- 
 lished with greater powers, amid grander opportunities, 
 seem here to be promised to the servant of Christ. 
 
 What closer and sweeter sympathy with the saints, and 
 with the Lord, shall he also carry with him from his 
 work on earth, through all that character, consecrated, 
 unselfish, Christlike, which here was wrought in him, and 
 which has been so touchingly referred to ! Especially 
 what sympathies, through the suffering which he bore ! 
 He had indeed his Gethsemane on earth. It brought him 
 nearer to his Master. We seek to enter into sympathy 
 with Christ through some sudden emotion, some rapture 
 of feeling, some ecstasy of vision. We do come nearest 
 Him through labor and endurance, as far as may be resem- 
 bling His own ; through some supreme work wrought out 
 by us, against all difficulty and all resistance, for His dear 
 sake. We come to Him more closely still through our 
 experience of a sorrow and a submission which are kin- 
 dred with His own. And this shall be our Brother’s joy 
 in heaven ! 
 
 So his works still forever follow with him, while the 
 influence and the memory of them will continue to abide 
 with us on the earth, in years to come, — like the radiance 
 flung up by the sun on the sky, long after the orb itself 
 has sunk from sight beneath the horizon. 
 
 Every really noble life, pure, high-hearted, and benefi- 
 cent, becomes a permanent power and blessing in civili- 
 
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 zation. A life like his, with such a spirit within it, could 
 not be otherwise than impressive to all who came under its 
 influence. He was a man of remarkably brilliant and en- 
 gaging mental parts, accomplished in many knowledges, 
 conversant with the best literature, thoughtful, reflective, 
 suggestive in conversation, beyond most men whom I have 
 known. He was a man, at the same time, of a remarkably 
 sensitive and imperative moral nature, to whom duty took 
 almost visible presence and form, and to whom its com- 
 mands were of unquestionable Divine authority. He was 
 a man of most generous, sincere, and tender affections, sym- 
 pathetic with others, beloved by them in return. Reference 
 has been made to the dedication of one of his books by Dr. 
 Thompson to Dr. Budington. It happens to be known to 
 me that after the death of Dr. Thompson’s son, in the 
 army, during the war, his friends went to him and said, 
 “ We will get any one whom you may desire to supply 
 your pulpit on the next Lord’s day ; whom would you 
 choose?” And with eyes streaming with tears he said, 
 “ Of all the men, in all our pulpits, I would rather have 
 my dear brother Budington with me to-morrow.” He 
 knew the tenderness and the strength of that most affec- 
 tionate and loyal heart. 
 
 He was a man of the most earnest desire to know the 
 truth, always, in every direction and department of thought, 
 and of a really intense desire to discern and to honor right- 
 eousness in his life ; a man gifted with a profound sense of 
 spiritual things ; in whom was a most adoring love for the 
 Divine Lord ; and who was, by nature and by culture, of such 
 a sympathetic, aspiring, stimulating spiritual nature, that 
 no one ever came into contact with him without feeling ani- 
 mated and refreshed by his far-reaching and quickening 
 words. He was like “ the cloud which moveth altogether, 
 if it move at all.” I have known many men eloquent, 
 capable, wise ; I never knew a man who more entirely 
 kept, as it seemed to me, that precept of the apostle, 
 “ Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are hon- 
 est [or honorable], whatsoever things are just, whatsoever 
 things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever 
 
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 things are of good report, if there be any virtue, and if 
 here be any praise, think on these things.” 
 
 His soul was filled with sweetness, loftiness, purity of 
 thought ; and so it was, as our brother has said, that “ he 
 walked with God.” His fellowship with the Divine was a 
 condition of his influence over men. His mind came upon 
 the minds of others with a swift impact, born of the con- 
 viction and the enthusiasm within him ; and it moved them 
 often profoundly. So his life went with intensity into his 
 work. In this church, in the city, in all the community, 
 wherever he touched it, his influence was felt. How long 
 shall it here continue to be felt and vividly remembered ! 
 His very conversation, how long we shall remember it ! 
 How eager and animating it was, as he went with eager 
 discursive thought into far ranges of knowledge and sug- 
 gestion ; and how enamored he was of that interchange of 
 thought ! His mind kindled in it ; was prompt to give, as 
 well as glad to receive. In his sermons, and public dis- 
 courses, too, there was this same strong, earnest, consecrated 
 personality. His sermons might not always strike with im- 
 mediate force the minds of the multitude, in a mixed con- 
 gregation, but they found elect hearers who were greatly 
 impressed by them ; and in the freer discourse of the 
 platform he had few equals. What power and impres- 
 siveness he sometimes gave to such discourse! Who 
 of us who heard him will ever forget that closing speech 
 at the great meeting of the American Board in this city, 
 nine years ago, when he held the whole assembly in his 
 hand, while he carried them to the far results of the mis- 
 sionary work, and to those scenes on high on which he 
 looks now face to face, — till there was not one heart in the 
 Immense assembly which did not thrill and exult with the 
 beautiful rapture with which he inspired them ! till there 
 was hardly an eye which was not full of joyful tears ! 
 
 In all his work, the same strong, generous, consecrated 
 personality went eagerly forth. Every one felt that he 
 was a man of clear and strong convictions, pre-eminently 
 faithful to them, and yet a man of the most generous, 
 catholic, and sympathetic spirit. He loved truth in what- 
 
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 ever form, but was as kind as he was faithful, as tender as he 
 was heroic. Devoted and affectionate, kindly and kingly, 
 he was one of the noblest and most attractive of the men 
 whom it has been my privilege to meet ; in fellowship with 
 all who sought the truth and honored righteousness, while 
 thoroughly consecrated to the Divine service. 
 
 So his work will live long after him. His power in 
 this church will be here still for years to come. In 
 this pulpit there will be, for how many years ! an un- 
 seen presence, recognized by many worshipping here. The 
 ministry of your coming pastor may be long, useful, honor- 
 able in itself, and full of rich Christian success. I trust 
 and pray that so it may be. I doubt not, with God’s 
 grace, that so it will be. But there will be this presence 
 still, never overshadowing him, never intruding itself 
 for an instant between him and your minds, but giving 
 weight to every earnest Christian word which he may 
 speak, adding its benediction to every truth which he de 
 dares. In every circle in which he mingled, in the city 
 such influence will remain ; among the institutes, literary, 
 humane, artistic, historical, in all the asylums and the 
 societies, in whose work his mind was engaged, and to 
 which he contributed so much of wisdom, of practical skill, 
 of earnestness and enthusiasm, — in all of these his influence 
 will be felt. It will be an abiding power in the city, when 
 his name shall have ceased even to be heard on the lips o- 
 men ; when there shall be few remaining who will re 
 member his commanding and beautiful bearing and pres- 
 ence. 
 
 Yes! a good life never dies; a life with such charming 
 and noble elements in it, by the inspiration of God’s Spirit, 
 never dies. I will not say “ Farewell I only say “ Good- 
 bye, lor a time, ’ Brother and Friend, to meet again ! 
 
 It is almost twenty-five years since 1 welcomed him 
 with great delight to this pulpit, to which I had contrib- 
 uted my utmost, by argument and persuasive counsel, to 
 lead him to come : and there has not been an interval ol 
 a moment, from that day to the day of his death, in which I 
 
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 have not felt gladdened and refreshed by the conscious- 
 ness that he was my neighbor and friend, my trusted and 
 beloved Brother. I felt that the Lord had work for him 
 here to do, for His glory, and for the highest welfare of 
 man ; and I knew that it would be done, even to the end, 
 nobly and well. So I urged him to come, and have re- 
 joiced in his presence. Against my wish, and hope, and 
 prayer, as against those of how many others, God has 
 now called him to the city above. I know that He has 
 work for him there to do ; and I know that it will be done 
 in the same spirit, with perfect joy, and in the fulness of 
 prophesied power. Here were the incipient wings, and there 
 are the mighty and immortal pinions ! Here was the im- 
 perfect apprehension of faith, and there is the vision face 
 to face ! What a contrast ! “ Sown in corruption, and 
 
 raised in incorruption; sown in dishonor, and raised in 
 glory ; sown in weakness — a weakness how absolute ! — 
 and raised in power — a power how regal and complete ! 
 sown a natural body, and raised a spiritual body” — pain- 
 less and perfect, transfigured like the Lord’s ! How often 
 has he read those words, not knowing all that lay within 
 them ! He knows it now. I know not yet all that they 
 mean. But I know him, brave and tender, faithful and 
 sympathetic, consecrated and heroic! And I know that 
 wherever there is love, and truth, and beauty, and duty, 
 in the universe of God, no matter how far that universe 
 may extend, wherever there is noble work to be accom- 
 plished, wherever is the sweet and lofty fellowship of 
 the holy, wherever is the presence of God in Christ, in- 
 spiring praise, and flooding the soul with power and with 
 glory, there is henceforth h'is radiant and celestial home ! 
 Good-bye, my Brother ! In the Heavenly Jerusalem we 
 shall meet again ! 
 
 At the same time that he read to me the epitaph chosen 
 by Dean Alford, he read to me also, for the first time, the 
 noble hymn written by the Dean which was read and sung 
 at the close of his funeral-service in the English church- 
 yard, nine years ago next month. It seems to me that 
 
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 with those lines we well may close this service, too, and 
 that in their spirit we should go forth : — 
 
 “Ten thousand times ten thousand, 
 
 In sparkling raiment bright, 
 
 The armies of the ransomed saints 
 Throng up the steeps of light: 
 
 ’Tis finished — all is finished, 
 
 Their fight with death and sin; 
 
 Fling open wide the golden gates, 
 
 And let the victors in! 
 
 “ What rush of Hallelujahs 
 Fills all the earth and sky! 
 
 What ringing of a thousand harps 
 Bespeaks the triumph nigh! 
 
 O Day, for which Creation 
 And all its tribes were made! 
 
 O Joy, for all its former woes 
 A thousand fold repaid! 
 
 “ O then what raptured greetings 
 On Canaan’s happy shore! 
 
 What knitting severed friendships up. 
 
 Where partings are no more! 
 
 Then eyes with joy shall sparkle 
 That brimmed with tears of late; 
 
 Orphans no longer fatherless, 
 
 Nor widows desolate. 
 
 “ Bring near thy great salvation, 
 
 Thou Lamb for sinners slain! 
 
 Fill up the roll of Thine elect. 
 
 Then take Thy power, and reign! 
 
 Appear. Desire of Nations, — 
 
 Thine exiles long for home! 
 
 Show in the heaven thy promised sign; 
 
 Thou Prince and Saviour, come !” 
 
 He read these lines to me, with eyes brimmed with 
 tears, and with a voice trembling with emotion. He now 
 from on high repeats them to us, with his voice ringing in 
 celestial cadences, and with eyes bathed in immortal 
 light ! 
 
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 Closing Prayer, by Rev. Ray Palmer, D.D. 
 
 O thou ever living and ever blessed God ! Thou art 
 the same yesterday, to-day, and forever. Thou hast been 
 in all ages the refuge of thy people — a present help in the 
 time of trouble. We have abundant reason to know that 
 it is a ground of joy to all the earth that the Lord God 
 omnipotent reigneth. 
 
 We come together to-day under circumstances which 
 so affect our hearts that we might well sit together in 
 silence before thee ; but we feel, our Father, our Re- 
 deemer, our Sanctifier, our Covenant God, that we have a 
 solemn duty to perform — the duty of uniting in one ear- 
 nest offering of thanksgiving to thee, who art the giver of 
 all blessings. We thank thee on behalf of our brother, on 
 whose account we have met together to-day. We thank 
 thee for his being, and for his gifts, and for the # training by 
 which thou didst prepare him for the life-work appointed 
 for him. We thank thee that thou didst fit him to fill such 
 a position in thy service. We thank thee, O thou Divine 
 Comforter, that thou didst so thoroughly enter into his 
 mind and heart, and so sanctify his powers, as to make 
 him a blessing to all who felt his influence. We thank 
 thee that, through the long years of his service as a min- 
 ister of Christ, thou didst uphold him and spiritually enrich 
 him, and give him grace to speak such words of faithful 
 testimony to the love that redeemed the world ; and we 
 praise thee for all the good he has accomplished in the 
 midst of his own people and of this community. We 
 thank thee that when thou wouldst make him perfect, and 
 hadst called him to fellowship with Christ in suffering, 
 thou didst give him at length peacefully to pass away 
 from these scenes of earthly labor, that he might enter into 
 the joy of the Lord and begin those higher and nobler 
 services that are to be his forever. We rejoice with him 
 to-day. He has ended his earthly warfare. He has en- 
 tered into rest with God. He has come unto Mount Zion 
 and unto the City of the Living God, the Heavenly Je- 
 rusalem, and to an innumerable company of Angels, to 
 
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 the General Assembly and Church of the First Born 
 which are written in Heaven, and to God the Judge of 
 all, and to the spirits of just men made perfect, and to 
 Jesus the Mediator of the New Covenant. Accept our 
 thanks, O God, for all that thou hast now made him, and 
 for all that he was permitted to do on earth. 
 
 We implore thy blessing upon those who, by his re- 
 moval from earth, find the circle of their affections broken. 
 We pray that thou wilt come with divine comforts into 
 this family out of which thou hast taken the husband and 
 father O thou gracious Saviour, who hast thyself lived 
 amid these earthly scenes and hast experienced the sorrows 
 of hearts that suffer here, we pray that the peace of God 
 that passeth all understanding may be poured into the 
 bereaved heart which thou hast touched most tenderly of 
 all ; and grant, we pray thee, to the children, that the coun- 
 sels and merfiones of this father, so loved and honored, 
 may abide with them continually and help to mould their 
 characters, and to draw them more and more to Christ. 
 Grant that thy saving grace may descend upon all this 
 household. May they set their affections on things above, 
 comforting themselves in the divine promises, and so, as 
 one family, become prepared to be reunited again in that 
 blessed fellowship above, which never shall be broken. 
 
 We beseech thee also, our Father in Heaven, to enable 
 those of us who have been associated with our departed 
 brother as ministers of Christ to receive to our profit the 
 lesson given us to-day. We are all mourners. We have 
 lost a brother beloved, a friend, a counsellor. May we be 
 stimulated by his example of fidelity to his Lord ; and 
 each of us, at last, be recognized of Christ, as we trust 
 that he has been, as a good and faithful servant. On all 
 who are present to-day wilt thou bestow thy blessing ; on 
 this people who sorrow for the loss of their faithful pastor ; 
 and on the people of this city who have known and hon- 
 ored him so long. Grant, we beseech thee, thou gracious 
 God, that their hearts may be opened to the Gospel 
 which he preached and the Saviour whom he loved. We 
 rejoice, O Christ, that though thy servants die, thou ever 
 
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 livest, and wilt at length make the whole earth glad 
 through that Gospel which giveth life and strength and 
 beauty. Let thy holy kingdom come ! 
 
 And now, Lord, let thy peace be with us. When our 
 last act of love shall have been performed, and this body 
 shall have been committed to the grave in faith and 
 hope, may we return to our homes to fill up the measure 
 of our days in the love and service of God in Christ. 
 Then bring us every one to that blessed world where 
 there is no more death, where the Lamb that is in the 
 midst of the throne shall feed his servants and lead them 
 to living fountains of waters, and God shall wipe away all 
 tears from their eyes. 
 
 We ask these, and all other blessings of which we stand 
 in need, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. 
 
 Closing Hymn, Read by Rev. L. W. Bancroft, D.D. 
 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me ! 
 
 Let me hide myself in thee ; 
 
 Let the water and the blood, 
 
 From Thy wounded side that flowed, 
 
 Be of sin the double cure ; 
 
 Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 
 
 Not the labor of my hand 
 Can fulfil the law’s demand ; 
 Could my zeal no respite know. 
 Could my tears forever flow, 
 
 All for sin could not atone, 
 
 Thou must save, and Thou alone. 
 
 Nothing in my hand I bring, 
 Simply to Thy cross I cling; 
 Naked, come to Thee for dress, 
 Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; 
 Vile, I to the fountain fly, 
 
 Wash me, Saviour, or I die! 
 
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 While I draw this fleeting breath. 
 When my eyelids close in death. 
 When I soar to worlds unknown, 
 See Thee on Thy judgment-throne. 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me ! 
 
 Let me hide myself in Thee. 
 
 Benediction by Rev. L. W. Bancroft, D.D. 
 
 The peace of God, that passeth all understanding, 
 keep your hearts and minds in the knowledge and love of 
 God, and of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord. And the bless- 
 ing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy 
 Ghost, be amongst you, and remain with you always. 
 Amen. 
 
RESOLUTIONS OF PUBLIC BODIES. 
 
 Charlestown, Mass., December 12, 1879. 
 
 At a meeting of the First Parish Church held this evening it was 
 
 Voted ’ That this church receive with sorrow the intelligence of 
 the death of William Ives Budington, D.D., a former pastor of this 
 church. 
 
 Resolved, That the consecration of his early manhood, for a period 
 of more than fourteen years, to the interests Of this church, greatly to 
 her spiritual prosperity and growth, during which, also, he prepared 
 and dedicated to her a valued memorial of her early history, calls 
 upon us to place upon record our grateful appreciation of the labors 
 he performed here. 
 
 Voted, That a copy of these votes and resolutions be entered upon 
 the records of the church, and also that a copy be sent to the family 
 of the deceased. 
 
 CLINTON AVENUE CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH, 
 DECEMBER 5, 1879. 
 
 Rev. William Ives Budington, D.D. 
 
 Under the shadow of a profound grief and oppressed by the 
 weight of our sore bereavement, we, the members of the Clinton 
 Avenue Congregational Church, while bowing with submission to the 
 dispensation of Providence, which has removed our loved and 
 honored pastor. Rev. William Ives Budington, D.D., who “entered 
 into life” November 29th, 1879, would record on our minutes a trib- 
 ute of our esteem and love for one whose spiritual oversight and 
 guidance we have enjoyed so long. It is a privilege that we could 
 not too highly prize to have been connected in such tender relations 
 with one who imbibed so deeply the spirit of the Great Teacher ; and 
 now that he is taken from our presence, and all that we have left is 
 the memory of what he was, and the impressions made on mind and 
 character by his influence and instructions, we would testify our ap- 
 preciation of his worth. 
 
 In all the relations which Dr. Budington sustained to this church 
 in the nearly twenty-five years of his pastorate, he proved his rare 
 
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 qualifications for the responsible trust. Coming to it in its early 
 growth, he was largely instrumental in laying the foundations of its 
 future success. With wise forecast and far-reaching sagacity he 
 planned for the time when this section of the city, which then was 
 sparsely settled, should be crowded with an intelligent population. 
 He at once became the centre of attraction to incoming families seek- 
 ing a church home, and his personal magnetism and his social traits, 
 combined with the higher graces of heart and mind, have made him 
 ever since the living personal bond of union of our membership, and 
 the influential spring of the activities with which this church has been 
 identified through his inspiring leadership. 
 
 To how many through these years has he been the spiritual father, 
 leading them into the new life of love and service for Christ! To how 
 many from the depths of his spiritual experience has he proved a 
 guide into the higher walks of Christian attainment! To how many 
 has his favorite ideal of “ pure religion and undefiled ” indicated the 
 inseparable connection between a Christian profession and a life of 
 active service, and opened through the channels of our church visitation 
 work the opportunities of personal labor for Christ and for human- 
 ity! To how many has his firm, enlightened, unwavering faith, hold- 
 ing fast to the sure Word of God, confirmed rather than shaken by 
 the theories of science, of which he was an ardent student, proved a 
 bulwark and a defence when their timid fears led them to hesitate 
 and doubt! To how many sorrowing, broken hearts, mourning the 
 loss of their dearest, and refusing to be comforted, has he proved the 
 Angel of Consolation, sharing with tender sympathy their inmost 
 grief, and leading the stricken soul to Him who could “ give the gar- 
 ment of praise for the spirit of heaviness” ! To how many — yes, to all 
 of us — has he proved the wise counsellor, the gifted teacher, the faith- 
 ful pastor, the tender, loving, sympathizing friend ! And the thought 
 that for the last time we have looked upon his benignant face, and 
 heard his inspiring, eloquent, and loving words, comes to us with a 
 sadness and pain that we cannot repress. For what he was to us, 
 and for what, without neglecting his duties to us, he was to the 
 neighborhood, to the city, to the great cause of benevolence and 
 humanity the world around — to every appeal of which his noble heart 
 was quickly responsive — we shall ever be grateful to the Great Giver 
 who gave him to us, and permitted him to spend with us his well- 
 rounded life of honor and usefulness. 
 
 How gladly would we have averted the long and bitter sorrow and 
 pain through which that precious life was called to close ; but how 
 bravely and patiently did he meet the trial sent upon him ! From 
 that chamber of suffering no word of murmuring ever came to us. 
 That one so lovely, spotless, and pure should have been called to 
 drink so deeply of the bitter cup is indeed a mystery. But with 
 
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 chastened sorrow and firm belief in Him “who doeth all things well," 
 we will yet say with profound submission, “ Even so, Father, for so it 
 seemed good in Thy sight." 
 
 Our loved and honored teacher, pastor, friend, has passed to his 
 glorious reward. The record of the life of one who was indeed 
 “thoroughly furnished unto all good works" is left deeply written in 
 our hearts and lives. Much as we cherished him, and deeply as our 
 sorrows and our sympathies cling about his beloved wife and family, 
 we would honor his memory, not by repining and idle grief, but by 
 carrying on the work he began so nobly, by remembering the words 
 he spake while he was yet with us, by exemplifying in consecrated 
 lives the teaching of his faithful life, and by ever showing the sincerity 
 of our faith and love for his Master and ours, by walking in his foot- 
 steps here till we are called to join him in his heavenly home. 
 
 THE WOMAN’S UNION MISSIONARY SOCIETY. 
 
 41 Bible House, New York, December 13, 1879. 
 
 With feelings of tenderest sympathy, the Board of the Woman's 
 Union Missionary Society desire to express their sorrow for the deep 
 shadow which has fallen upon the heart and home of their beloved 
 associate and Vice-President, Mrs. W. I. Budington, and also to 
 record their own grief in this great bereavement. Therefore, 
 
 Resolved, That the tidings of the death of Rev. Dr. Budington, 
 late pastor of Clinton Avenue Congregational Church, bring to this 
 society a peculiar sense of loss, awakening remembrances of what the 
 name and influence of this Christian minister has ever been to our 
 beloved work. The warm sympathy, approval, and open commenda- 
 tion of Dr. Budington were inwrought into the very origin and 
 organization of this Society, and from that time onward his personal 
 aid, his church and Sabbath-school, his pulpit, and his home were 
 made free with kindest welcome to the undenominational Union work 
 which sought to clasp together in one the hands of American 
 mothers and daughters with the hands of mothers and daughters of 
 India, China, and Japan. The central idea and aim of Dr. Buding- 
 ton’s ministry, which was the calling forth of personal service in the 
 church, led him to grasp this new and unostentatious branch of 
 woman’s work as peculiarly adapted to develop and give expression 
 to Christian character among the young. The first of a long succes- 
 sion, “ The Pioneer Mission Band," was like a consecrated child of 
 the church, named by this pastor, in a meeting at his own house, and 
 its work and welfare were dear to his heart. 
 
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 In the growth and prosperity of our Society, as years went by, Dr. 
 Budington ever manifested appreciative interest and intelligent 
 sympathy. During the convention which was held in the Church of 
 the Pilgrims, Brooklyn, and lasted three days, he bore the cause upon 
 his heart from first to last, taking part in its opening evening exer- 
 cises, often looking in, and referring to its sessions in his pulpit the 
 following Sabbath as a remarkable and memorable scene. 
 
 There was no service, public or private, which Dr. Budington was 
 not ready to perform in behalf of the society : to say tender words of 
 farewell to our missionaries ; to stimulate by his eloquence to greater 
 zeal at home ; to appeal for needed funds ; he has done them all , with 
 the grace and courtesy which was his personal characteristic, and the 
 ardor of Christian devotion which heartily believed in the special form 
 of foreign mission work which we sought to do. 
 
 We mourn the loss of this strong and faithful friend, asking with 
 sad hearts, “ Who can take his place ?” We look above, and our grief 
 is not unmixed with joy as we think of the ever-growing company of 
 the redeemed in heaven, who once walked with us on earth, but now 
 rest from their labors and their works do follow them. 
 
 Resolved , That a copy of this resolution be sent to the family and 
 the church of the late Dr. Budington. 
 
 Mrs. Jacob LeRoy, President. 
 
 Miss S. D. Doremus, Cor. Secretary. 
 
 MlSS J. Abeel, Rec. Secretary. 
 
 Mrs. J. E. Johnson, Asst. Treasurer. 
 
 MINUTES ADOPTED BY THE LONG ISLAND HISTORI- 
 CAL SOCIETY, DECEMBER 16, 1879. 
 
 The Rev. William Ives Budington, D.D., died on Saturday, 
 November 29th, 1879. 
 
 He was born at New Haven, Ct., April 21st, 1815. Having gradu- 
 ated at Yale College in 1834, he first pursued his theological studies 
 at New Haven, and then at Andover, where in 1839 he completed his 
 preparations for the ministry. He was ordained pastor of the First 
 Church in Charlestown, Mass., April 22d, 1840, and continued his 
 Christian labors there for fourteen years. In 1854 he preached a 
 short time for a Presbyterian Church in Philadelphia, till he ac- 
 cepted a call to Brooklyn, April 20th, 1855, as pastor of the Clinton 
 Avenue Congregational Church. The next year he received from 
 Amherst College the degree of Doctor of Divinity. After a long and 
 eminently successful ministry in this city, he was obliged, in conse- 
 quence of the painful disease that finally terminated his life, to sur- 
 
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 render his post of duty and retire from active service, only to find 
 himself, however, at once elected as pastor emeritus of his beloved 
 church, and made the recipient of other and abundant tokens of the 
 gratitude and affection of his people. 
 
 The fine intellectual gifts and scholarly attainments, the rare 
 spiritual graces and earnest fidelity to his profession, which distin- 
 guished Dr. Budington not only won for him in an unusual degree 
 the esteem and love of the churches to which he successively and 
 specially ministered, but also secured for him a wide and permanent 
 influence for good in large Christian communions of various names. 
 His ardent and efficient labors in behalf of the evangelization of the 
 world, and in furtherance of the literary, educational, humane, and 
 patriotic enterprises and interests of the community in which he 
 lived, now cause his death to be lamented as, in no ordinary sense, a 
 public loss. 
 
 Among the many institutions of Brooklyn which he greatly be- 
 friended was the Long Island Historical Society. He was a member 
 and also a director of it from the time of its formation until his 
 decease. With a view to a suitable record of our testimony to the 
 excellence and usefulness of our departed associate, we would here 
 express our grateful appreciation of his wise and helpful counsels in 
 this as in other departments of his service ; our cherished remem- 
 brance of his instructive and eloquent interpretations, from time to 
 time of the events and lessons of the past ; our sincere admiration of 
 his exalted and beautiful character, in which his amiable, tender, and 
 winning qualities were so harmoniously blended with his stern and 
 inflexible truth, justice, and rectitude ; our heartfelt sorrow that we 
 shall henceforth miss his genial presence and welcome words in social 
 scenes or official relations which he did so much to make pleasant 
 and profitable to us ; our profound sympathy with his family in the 
 sore bereavement with which they have been visited, and the exceed- 
 ing comfort which we are permitted to share with them in the 
 thought of the glorious reward that now crowns his pure, self-sacri- 
 ficing, patient, and triumphant spirit. 
 
 ADELPHI ACADEMY, BROOKLYN, DECEMBER 1 6, 1879. 
 
 At a meeting of the Board of Trustees of the Adelphi Academy, 
 held at the Academy on Monday, the 15th day of December, 1879, the 
 following preamble and resolution was unanimously adopted : 
 
 Whereas , since the last meeting of this Board, the Rev. William 
 Ives Budington, D.D., has departed this life ; 
 
 And Whereas , his connection with the Board and his services in 
 
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 behalf of the Aldelphi Academy, and his long association with its 
 several interests, demand recognition at our hands and mention in our 
 records : 
 
 Therefore, Resolved, That while we all have sympathized in the 
 deep sorrow which has fallen upon his family, his church, and this 
 whole community, we also feel very keenly a special loss, as of one to 
 whom the best welfare of the institution under our charge was very 
 dear. Of his constant zeal in the general cause of the highest educa- 
 tion nothing adequate can here be said. It would be simply to tell 
 the story of his life ; to write the biography of the man. When our 
 Academy was placed upon its present basis, everything pointed to him 
 as the fittest person to fill the position of its chief executive. He 
 was accordingly unanimously elected our first president. How faith- 
 fully and conscientiously, and in emergencies how helpfully, and at 
 all times how far more than satisfactorily, he filled that office is fresh 
 in all our memories. How fair he always was, how courteous, and 
 how kind ! There can be no pleasanter reminiscences of the past as 
 connected with this Board than those scenes where Dr. Budington 
 presided over and mingled in its counsels. The progress of the insti- 
 tution was his constant care. He watched over it as a father watches 
 over his children. The minutest details of its management were not 
 too small for him, and the anxious solicitude always manifested that 
 all connected with it should move harmoniously, “ decently and in 
 order,” marked the depth of his love for this work. Indeed it may 
 not be questioned that the standing of the Academy to-day on the 
 very high plane it occupies is due in large measure to his personal 
 interest, his personal liberality, his personal influence. While we thus 
 all too feebly and briefly record what he was to us, we would also in 
 conclusion propose his example as our model for the future, and 
 renewedly pledge ourselves to this community to carry out the end 
 he so fostered and cherished, until it shall reach the highest pinnacle 
 of excellence. 
 
 CONGREGATIONAL CLERICAL UNION OF NEW YORK. 
 
 The members of the Congregational Clerical Union of New York 
 and vicinity, having learned, with sorrow, of the removal by death 
 of their honored and beloved brother, Rev. Dr. William Ives Buding- 
 ton, do hereby record their high estimate of his personal and minis- 
 terial gifts and graces which have made his work for the Master 
 through a long period of years so conspicuously fruitful ; the appre- 
 ciation of his steadfast adherence to the faith of the New England 
 Fathers, and his eminent services in behalf of our local and national 
 missionary enterprises, our institutions of learning, and in plans of 
 
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 practical beneficence. We shall reverently cherish the memory of his 
 pure, unblemished life, of his toilful labors, of his patient and heroic 
 endurance of the sufferings which closed them. We bow before that 
 dispensation of Divine Providence which has thus taken from us, 
 from a beloved household, and an honored church “ the strong staff 
 and the beautiful rod,” and humbly invoke, in behalf of them and our- 
 selves, that consoling grace which alone can sustain in this hour of 
 need, and can sanctify this present loss to our eternal gain. 
 
 The Union voted to attend the funeral in a body. 
 
 BROOKLYN CLERfCAL UNION, NOVEMBER 29, 1879. 
 
 The Brooklyn Clerical Union, learning that Rev. W. I. Budington, 
 D.D., a member of this body from its organization — more than twenty- 
 three years ago — and a brother beloved by us all, has this day been 
 taken from us, desire to express our sense of personal loss, and to 
 record our grateful recollection of his genial and helpful association 
 with us. 
 
 While critical, even to severity, in his tastes, exacting in his search 
 after principles, tenacious of convictions when reached, and unflinch- 
 ingly rigorous in their application. Dr. Budington was still among 
 the most considerate, modest, gentle, and affectionate of men. 
 
 A careful reader, an observant traveller, a patient and discriminat- 
 ing thinker, his conversation was always instructive and stimulating ; 
 a sensitive, upright, generous, high-minded man, his companionship 
 was ennobling and refining. Above all, his spirit was so suffused with 
 the simplicity and unselfishness of Christianity that “ the beauty of 
 holiness” revealed in him best witnessed for the ministry he exercised 
 and the religion he professed. 
 
 Sorrowing with the stricken household, the church he served so 
 long and well, and the community whose lengthening years had 
 brought increasing love, that we shall “see his face no more,” we yet 
 rejoice with them in the bright after-glow of a radiant life here, and 
 in the assurance that life has issued into a brighter morning be- 
 yond. 
 
 MANHATTAN CONGREGATIONAL ASSOCIATION. 
 
 Resolved \ That the members of the Manhattan Association of Con- 
 gregational Ministers desire to record their very deep sense of what 
 this Association has lost in the death of our beloved and venerated 
 brother, the Rev. Wm. Ives Budington, D.D., who, since they last 
 
met, has finished his earthly labors and ascended to minister in the 
 service of the eternal temple. 
 
 Knowing him as we all knew him, loving him as we all loved 
 him, remembering, as we all remember, the zeal and ability, the fra- 
 ternal kindness and Christian courtesy, which he habitually exhibited 
 in this body, of which he was one of the original and most honored 
 members, — we wish, as cherishing affectionate memories of what he 
 was to us as our associate and friend, to bear our united testimony to 
 his admirable character, and to the high place he held in all our hearts. 
 
 Resolved , That in the death of Dr. Budington, not only this Associa- 
 tion, the Congregational ministry, the church he so long served, and 
 the city which was the chief scene of his labors, but also the Christian 
 Church Catholic and the world, have suffered a loss which it is diffi • 
 cult fully to appreciate ; that we gratefully recall the gentlemanly 
 urbanity which marked his intercourse with others , the Christian 
 guilelessness, combined with manly dignity, for which he was so dis- 
 tinguished ; his practical wisdom, his scholarly acquirements, and 
 cultivated taste ; his exemplary fidelity as a pastor and preacher, and 
 his hearty co-operation in benevolent Christian work , above all, the 
 Christlike spirit and devotion to duty manifested in the daily contacts 
 of his life, by all which he has left a stimulating example, and has 
 won for himself a place of enduring honor in the wide circle withirt 
 which his name and character were known ; and finally that, though 
 we shall see his face and hear his friendly voice no more, we rejoice 
 that his influence still lives, and will long live, to enrich and bless the 
 world. 
 
 Resolved , That the Secretary of the Association be requested to send 
 a copy of these resolutions, with the assurance of our sincerest 
 sympathy, to the family of Dr. Budington, and to the clerk of the 
 Clinton Avenue Congregational Church. 
 
 New York, January 27th, 1880.