Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1870-05-12

IL have accepted a call to Troy, come
to bid you farewell, and have settled ali
my debts and leave for my new charge
tomorrow. have but one dollar in my
pocket and that / contribute to this
cause" He was asked that having de-
posted the last dollar how he expected to
reach his destination. He replied, III
they want me some way will be provided
for me to reach them" He was uneom-
monty good man, pious man he was
like Enoch, he pleased God. one OF the
great elements of his character was ms
social qualities-the piety OF his heart.
can say what / heard another say on a.
similar occasion. You ought to be recon-
ciled to this dispensation because God has
done it, and we have as much evidence
that he has gone to Heaven as that any
man has gone to Heaven; yes, as much as
any, or that Paul, Peter, John, or any OF
the Apostles went to Heaven. He is the
twenty-sixth ministerial brother a little
younger than myself, whom l have
known, who have preceded me to the
grave. It has left me alone. His last
sermon has been spoken-his last prayer
at the family altar has been said, and he
has gone home to Heaven.
REMARKS OF C. A. THOMAS, D. d.
JOY and sorrow are blended in the SER
vices of this occasion. In my own feeling
Joy preponderates when l think of the
sinners converted, the christians encour-
aged, the words of counsel given and the
good cheer cast broad cast in all the places
where it was his lot to sojourn. Leland
Towards company was profitable to all
especially to his ministerial brethren.
During my eighteen years association
with him, l never came to Rutland and
thought my visit was complete without
calling on Leland Howard. I say joy
preponderates in my heart when | think
his work is done and SO we'll done. Thanks
to his children that when he concluded to
spend his remaining life here, that his
children surrounded him with comforts
that should make the evening of his days
serene and happy. I feel no sorrow, our
loss is his gain. When our time shall
come-may we feel that it is good to die.
Let us profit by his life and example.
God bless you all.
REMARKS OF REV. G. C. BALDWIN, d. D.
The flowers are beautiful anywhere,
exceedingly beautiful here. We have
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up our minds too much to sadness, as if
there was no Immortality. We talk just
as if when the tenant leaves the tena-
ment, that is the end; but the tenant
| lives although the mortal tenement shall
crumble to dust. Flowers are sweet about
Christians coffin. In the Christians
future home he abides amid never
whitening flowers. Life there is without
the infilicities of life here. When [ saw
in our paper that Leland Howard was
dead, I said, he is not dead. His mortal
body is dead, but lie is not dead. The
tenement has fallen, but he lives. L SYM
pathize with DR.. Thomas, that in my
heart Joy also predominates on this oc-
casion. We are here to pay the last re-
spects to his mortal body. He is wearing
the crown, singing anthems, kneeling
near Calvery, with the long host of the
sainted dead. ] have known him 30 years
L had occasion recently to think over the
number of brethren in the ministry whom
I. / have known that have proceeded me to the
tomb counted 70, he makes 80. Among
them all I know no better, no more
thoroughly good man. l remembered
none who impressed me more with hon
est, thorough Christian life and character
He had great heart that would take in
every body that took in so genially ever
little children. have often envied hin
in his geniality, which could throw 6
rainbow hue over cloud. He cheered
me, counselled me, and when L was on
the point of making mistake he laid his
hand on me with a fathers touch. In
behalf of the Baptist churches in the city
of Troy, where he was we'll known, !
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never heard a word against him among
all classes in our city. When told that
| he lived in silent world PRAYERS went
up for a benediction on him. We often
had conversations about our sons and the
cause we had for gratitude that they
were such sons. Although perhaps not
in accordance with the proprieties of the
occasion, yet [ will say it. Oh, what a
glory his children were to him. You
never caused him grief. I never saw the
scene before until / saw You bearing the
remains of your own father. 1t is proper
| that Won should bear him to his tomb.
1t is beautiful to bear him, in remember
| ance of the tender care and love that
welded your hearts and his together.
REMARKS OF REV. JOHN GoADBY, d. d.
Twenty-Five years ago I had my first in
has been since on my part, and l feel also
on his, warm attachment. We often
had our conflicts of opinion, oftentimes
warm, but never was the slightest shade
! thrown over our friendship. My first i'm
pressions in reference to our venerable
brother were: He loves his work and was
ever ready to do it. He had determined
dislike to long prosy talking. L remem-
Der an instance that after long session
of such talk he arose, spoke III reference
to the protracted talking and said; Cant
you do it little shorter? Can't you
punch the pith out of it ~ He related
another incident when after his ministeri-
al brethren had been speaking OF their
trials, he said ~ know what it is to have
hard shedding, to have to draw the sled
alone, and all the members of the church
want to ride" | saw him preside at g
meeting of his brethren where there were
those disposed to make trouble. He re-
stored harmony by single word. No
one else could have done it. He was a
good man, full of faith and the Holy
| Ghost. One of the strongest evidences OF
his piety was his humility. He was a
humble Christian. He gave all the glory
of his life to Christ, claiming nothing for
himself God has called him home. Well
done, good and faithful servant; enter
thou into the joy of thy Lord.
Rev. Mr.. Mills prefaced the reading OF
the following closing hymn with the re-
mark that it might not seem precisely
appropriate to the occasion, but it was
favorite hymn with Elder Howard, and
had been selected as the hymn of the hour
Must Jesus bear the crossalone,
| And all the world go free
| No: there's cross for every one,
And there's cross for me.
| How happy are the saints above
| Who once went sorrowing here;
But now they taste unmingled love,
And JOY without a tear.
| The eonsecrated cross I'll bear,
Till death shall set me free,
And then go home my crown to YEAR.
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