Connecticut western news., 1889-03-27

the new adorning, but one familiar object speaks in its original place, of the days gone by, viz, the old brass clock, given to the church more than forty years ago by Mir Samuel s. Rob- bins. It still looks down upon the worshippers, whose changing ranks it has so long watched, and marks off for the future, steadily, ceaselessly as in the past, the moments of opportunity which slip from time into eternity.
 At the close of the exercises which consecrated the the old building afresh in the beauty of holiness" the audi ence was dismissed. An ample colla- tion was then served in the town hall, fully ius.ifying the reputation of Salisbury's noted housewives, and highly appreciated by large number of persons.
 The afternoon service was of mem- orial nature, but before uttering the words of hallowed remembrance for the godly ministers whose earnest work these halls now commemorate. a beautiful ceremony was observed in administering, by Rev l.. H. Reid, the rite of baptism to the infant son of MT and Mrs J. c. Goddard. After 8 few words of loving salutation from Rev l.. H. Reid to his former townspeople and friends, the present pastor spoke of his predecessor of long ago, and gave some interesting facts relating to the man who amid much hardship struggled to establish this church in the then new town of Salisbury, and whose name after many effacing years is still indel- hbly engraved upon the scene of his labors. The vital interest of the day was reached when the Rev Watson Andrews, choosing the text "The righteous shall be held in everlasting remembrance, spoke with clearness and power of the work of redemption and of the righteous servants of God, until with tender earnestness, he touch ed the life of the saintly man whose name is not only inscribed in undying remembrance upon this tablet of brass, but written deep in threbbing human hearts. Mir Andrews preached the in stallation sermon which made this church the charge of Dr Adam Reid. When forty years had passed away and the young clergyman had grown old in breaking the Bread of Life faithfully to this people and living before them an example of unblemished christianity, when the thrilling voice was hushed in death and ths long work ended, it was Mir Andrews, who, in 8 funeral address, breathed an impassion- ed and beautiful farewell to his brother entered into rest. Now once more by 8 singular coincidence and with wonder full fitness, this same disciple of Christ, with loving words. unveils the last memorial to his departed friend. No other could so we'll have uttered this "in nemoTiam"; no other traced the rare attachments, the gift of oratory, the devotion to his calling, with no longings for wider fields or the emolu- ments he might have won, no other could have paid such need of love and praise to the dear pastor whose name this tablet shall perpetuate.
 After Mir Andrews had concluded the address, which was followed with in- tense interest and emphasized by many falling tear, letters were read from Rev c. l.. Mitchell and from son and daughter of Dr Reid. The youngest son of Dr Reid, the only representative of the family on this impressive occasion, Robert Reid, M. D., was then called upon to say few words to those who extended to him such eager welcome. Disclaiming his fathers gift of speech (but with pathos which reached every heart, and 8 grace of diction proving him worthy his honored sirs) Dr Reid greeted the people whom he had left when boy. Standing on the spot which his fathers feet had so often trod, he paid his filial tribute to the gray y-haired man whose presence was wont to fill that place, and to the de- voted mother "whose children rise up and call her blessed" Although not 8 preacher, but physician, the son of the righteous echoed the sermons of years gone by as, pale with emotion, he spoke of the joy of those who take up "the yoke that is easy, and the burden that is light" and while every heart responded to his tones, and every cheek was wet with tears, the lingering accent on his tongue, the familiar features, bringing back banished face "and the sound of & voice that is still" seemed to say as the light shone above his head upon the chiselled name, "He being dead yet speaketh." W. R. c.