The Goodhue volunteer., 1863-01-28
w WHOLE NO. g.; ss9.

Of the Death Of Rev.
DR.. Lyman BeecAer, by his Son, Rev.
Heary Ward Becker, At Plynouth
g Church. ssAS.5A aa@.S <szs5~' zs.sNS
At the close Of the morning sermon Mr..
Beecher paused moment, and then in q
voice tremulous with deep emotion, which
sent thrill throughout the vast congregra-
ton, he proceeded to say, in substance:
Last night at 5 o'clock, at the ripe age Of
eighty seven, my venerated father went to
his eternal rest. His life was singularly
blameless-simpl constant. full Of the no.
blest Christian heroism, faithfu;ness, and de-
votion to the cause to which be early conse-
Grated his powers. For about year and
half his mental condition has been exceeding
~ feeble and child like. = He has been like
traveller who had packed his trunk, in aDtic-
ipation Of a journey, and, expecting every
moment to start, could not unpack it.. But
now the long expected journey has been
made. He has reached the place where, all
his mental powers unlocked, not as here on
earth, but with every faculty frightened,
and every sense glorified, he can employ
them as never before in the service of his
divine master. He had long been ready to
depart. Almost the last sentient act Of
life occurred about two years ago, when, on
his recovery from severe sickness, he CALL
ed for "that PASSAGE After reading =
multitude of passages, for he was unable to
designate the particular one he desired, the
reader opened, by the good providence of
God, to these verses For am now ready
to be offered and the time Of my departure
is at hand. have fought good fight,
have finished my course, have kept the
faith henceforth there is laid up for me
crown Of Righteousness, which the Lord, the
righteous Judge, shall give unto me at that
day; and not to me only
They were proceeding to read further. but
my father cried Stop that is not for me
This is my testimony; write it down as
mine.' And 1 think he could use those
words as fully and justly as the man that
wrote them.
One Of the most touching characteristics
Of his latter years was his affectionate remem-
brance Of his carly associates in the Chris
tan warfare. His heart clung with peculiar
tenderness to the memory Of Taylor, Everts,
Cornelius and Wisner. He loved them all,
but especially Taylor And in his last years
and in his dying hours, his heart turned not
to Boston, the scene of his brightest tri-
umphs not to Brooklyn, where for so many
years he has lived so near our beautiful
Greenwood, from VIII here shall rise so many
on the Last Day, when the trumpet shall
sound which only they who are called shall
hear; not even to Litch6eld, whore lies bur-
led the vile Of his youth, for whom he cher.
i*hcd oil the tender affection which his lov-
ing nature could lavish upon the object but
his last request was, Lay me BY the side Of
brother Taylor.' And there, In the old
graveyard It New Haven, shall repose, side
by side, the bodies Of these two Christian
soldiers and heroes, until tho day when they
shall rise glori6ed and ;ncnrrnpt,ble to dwell
forever before the face Of God in Heaven.
Mr.. Beecher's voice, which trembied with
emotion al through his brief but very touch
ing remarks, gave way entirely At this point
and after few moments pause he closed by
giving notice that the funeral services would
be held in the church on Wednesday after.
noon at two O'Clock. N. Y Times.