The morning journal-courier., 1908-12-14

70 aecert Your kind invitation to bn present next Sunday morning. rban it 's proposed to commemorate tho arti- etll anniversary of the ordination of mv esteemed and valued friend, the Rov pr Cornelius B. smith of this diocoso lie Is man for whom I and all his brethren havo the very highest regard. To know him is to love him. and if my engagements permitted would certainly take advantage of tho oppor- tnntty 10 De present next sunday morn ing and pay my personal tribute to hls beautiful and consistent Christian char. acfer.
 Believe me very sincerely yours
 DAVID II GREER New York. Dee 9, 1908
 pr. smith preached tho morning ser. mon which was a splendid address full ] |oi Fsminiscenco of the parish whom Inc was 3 boy attendant al tho seryiceg Dr. smiths son assistod in the gorvicc. On account Of recent Illness Rishop Smith sat in tho congregation. feeling mabl, to take part in the service and his nI- ness prevented him from preaching in the evening as had been intended. In his stead Rev Everett Smith preached in tho evening
 Dr smiths morning sermon in full follows
 Eeclosiatos |, { "0uo generation ] passeth away and another generation Ecomoth, hut the earth ahidoth forever
 That is to say relatively The East Rock and tho West Rock stand for ages, and look down on tbo same elf, and the same beautiful hay, but quietly a procession of young and old people 1 goes out of tho shadow of tho cms for 1 eyer and another procession of ChlI dren, enters into their shadow
 And so, one by one, without hast, and without noise, all the people arc Ichangod, but tho rocks and tho hay and God and His church abide.
 Therefore, there is no cause for heinG gloomy at the transformation Death cannot wreck this world much less can il wreck tho next Glad life zoe on here thank Heaven. and a still hap pier life goes on fin Paradise,
 So lot us ring all the bells of joy keeping our place faithfully and chcori Ily in the great march. of ages, doing each days duty with glad hearts and never singing the dolctul song, "rrou the Cradle to the Grave" but always joining in the nobler hymn, From th Cradle to the Throne" from dust anr ashes to pure gold; from imperfcn ton to perfection; from tho cities q crrng men to thc city where God am His angels and His saints, stainless g the snowa, arc forever living for oth er Surely Christians have nothing t do with death but to pass through 1 into greater fullncss of living.
 So l come with joy among you to day, dear members of my own St Pauls; born into this parish within few rods of its doors, and loving l deeply from the time when 1 frs knew 1t,
 As this is a day of privilege, and a in my boyhood, church and hom belonged to each other suffer me u speak of them in the same breath.
 Even before was old enough t know it. my dear mother, Il commuui cant of this parish who loved dearly had passed into fathorland And she has always seemed my per pctual companion not only because could not lot her go but also becaus she could never let me go.
 believe in the communion o saints; that is to say. believe in tb constant lutordow of life and hoalt and strength between both worlds and | believe in a motbrrhood and childhood that know no doath
 And my father, also, loved t)l parish next to his own household, be