IN HIS LIFE, AND IN HIS DEATH:

The Sermons and poetical Remains

OF

THE REV. BENJAMIN DAVIS WINSLOW, A.M.,

ASSISTANT TO THE RECTOR OF ST. MARY'S CHURCH, BURLINGTON, NEW JERSEY ;

TO WHICU IS PREFIXED

THE SERMON PREACHED ON THE SUNDAY AFTER HIS DECEASE,

WITH NOTES AND ADDITIONAL MEMORANDA,

BY

THE RT. REV. GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE, D.D., LL. D.,

BISHOP OF THE DIOCESE,

AND RECTOR OF ST. MARY'S CHURCH.

New Xork:

WILEY AND PUTNA M.

MDCCC XLI.

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,
I come to pluck your herries harsh and crude,
And with forced fingers rude
Scatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear
Compels me to disturb your season due:
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer :
Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew
Himself to sing and build the lofty rhyme.

- we were nurst upon the self-same hill,
Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade and rill.
Together both, ere the high lawns appeared
Under the opening eye-lids of the morn,
We drove afield, and both together heard
What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,
Battening our flock with the fresh dews of night,
Oft till the star that rose, at evening, bright,
Tow'rd Heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.
But O the heavy change, now thou art gone,
Now thou art gone, and never must return.--Milton.

Wind Chines

J. L. Powell, Burlington, New Jersey.

(lendence)

The

True Catholic Churchman,

in his life, and in his Death.

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