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too daring. So real did his faith become, by the utter want of it in others, that results, impossible to others and possible to him, only through years of suffering and labour and care, were to him, as done. What to most men, would have been far off hopes and dreamy visions, were to him existing realities, that he could see and feel, and turn into sources of revenue. Whatever faults, whatever misfortunes, this mighty will and overweening faith may have brought upon him, I am well content to feel, that they are essential elements of all greatness; of all usefulness to others; and that, as more and more men see in their fulfilment, the realities which were real to him, in their conception, what seems recklessness and self-will, will be rounded and softened into the faith of the age of Saints; and the determined decision, that has given the world Becket and William of Wykeham and Archbishop Laud.

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Personally acquainted with him," writes the Bishop of Illinois, "from his diaconate, occasionally meeting on our paths of life, but knowing him best, as he has enabled all to know him, by his undoubted qualities of genius, intellect, learning, indomitable work, boldness, enthusiasm, tenderness, disinterested sympathy, gushing love for friends, his noble plans and mighty success in all that he attempted for the Church of Christ,-to me he stands indeed 'the great-hearted Shepherd;' and I thank God that whatever may have been the reality of his faults and wrongs, if such were, I have never been brought to know or feel them as a painful drawback to my admiration of him as a splendid man, whom death has now embalmed and my heart entirely identifies with his own last words."

Of his inner life, few know. It is too sacred, in its devotional character, its love of prayer, its intense appreciation of spiritual beauty, too sacred for any to look on, but the Eye of God. Of the soul and mind that made up the man, the picture would be hard to draw; utter fearlessness, with a woman's tender thoughtfulness; indomitable perseverance; an even balance of heart and head, of intellect and affection; enthusiastic faith; unshaken sanguineness of hope; perfect disregard of self; courage that courted danger; great self-reliance; loyalty that nailed his soul to any cause to which he was pledged; uncompromising adherence to principle; entire trust in God; intense and most appreciative love of the Church; and crowning all, greatest of all, God's own chief glory, abiding, inexhaustible, overflowing love. What pencil, what colours, what canvass, what skill, to paint the picture as it is? The two, to whom so many compare him, are S. Chrysostom and Jeremy Taylor. -His noblest name and best, to me, "the great-hearted."

CHAPTER VII.

SERMONS-ADDRESSES-CHARGES-PASTORAL LETTERS-LECTURES-CATE

CHIZING-PRAYERS-SPEECHES-OBITUARIES-CONTROVERSIES.

"PREACHING the word;" "declaring the whole counsel of God; "keeping back nothing;" "rightly dividing the word;" exhorting with all long-suffering, and doctrine;" and doing this in the Scriptural way, "line upon line, precept upon precept;" these are the marks of the thirty-seven years of my Father's work as a Preacher. As a preacher, he acquired a very great reputation, and widely extended. It was built up on a basis of solid theology, real thought, and ever fresh originality. His sermons, throughout, were written with great rapidity, and the greatest ease. Ordinarily the writing was begun, after the Saturday evening prayers; never early in the week— and it was the rarest event that he preached a sermon twice, except on his visitations. Men judged of his preaching in this way:

"Bishop Doane was a mighty Preacher. Of him it might eminently be said, that his preaching was not in word only, but in power. Mighty in the Scriptures, he had hardly a thought, varied and original as all his thoughts were, which did not spontaneously arm itself, as it were, in the panoply of Inspiration. And the theme of his preaching was always Christ-Christ crucified, Christ risen; Christ the meritorious Cause of Salvation, Christ the living Power; Christ the Alpha and Omega, Christ the All in All. No one could recur more frequently than he, none more naturally, none with greater force of thought or variety of illustration, to that sacred basis of all pulpit power."

"I have not spoken to you of your Bishop and Rector, as a Preacher. It were needless. The very stones of this Temple are steeped in his eloquence. Its echoes will linger forever in these hallowed courts, and will, I trust, never pass from your hearts. His were "winged words "-words

* Dr. Mahan's Sermon.

Dr. Ogilby's Sermon.

bearing, as on angels' wings, the messages of heaven. They can never die, for they were the words of enduring faith, eternal hope, immortal love. Nor need I speak to you of him as a Pastor. The foot-prints of his merciful offices are worn too deep, in all the paths of human sorrow and suffering among you, to be ever effaced."

As a PREACHER, no bishop surpassed Bishop Doane. He has published more sermons than the whole House of Bishops -able sermons, which will be perpetual memorials of his intellectual powers, and of his zeal for the Church. These discourses are on a great variety of topics, but they contain much scriptural truth, mingled with his own peculiar views of apostolic order, sacramental grace, and ecclesiastical unity. His sermon before the last General Convention of the Episcopal Church in Philadelphia, was the occasion of one of the greatest triumphs he was ever permitted to enjoy. When his discourses and diocesan addresses are collected into a series of volumes, they will be found to be a treasury of High Church doctrine and order, which no bishop, nor all the bishops of his way of thinking, could equal. I have read most of his productions, and, although often disagreeing with him in sentiment, I have never failed to notice his intellectual vigour, his zeal for his church, and his unction for the episcopate."

In his own congregation, every one that took his place was unwelcome; and his teaching year after year, dwelling on the same great truths, was ever in such new and varied forms, that, while it had, always, the touching power of an old household song; it had the fresh variety of the first impression of something beautiful. With the same key, and yet altered constantly in its wards, he strove to open all the various locks, that shut the doors of men's hearts against the word of God, against the entrance of Him who stands at them and knocks. His sermons were very varied in their form. But his customary, and most effective sermons, were those in which he first divided the text into its essential points, in fewest and most telling words; and then developed each into the manifold fulness, of its proof, its meaning, and its application. It was like starting on the soft single notes of an organ, and then rising upon each with the deep sonorous swell, till it died down again, resolved into the full harmonious chord. Or like the single colours of a ray of light, passing each in its own clear beauty before the eye, and then melting into the crystal clearness of their combined power. Sometimes these divisions appeared, and sometimes not; but when they did, it was

* Dr. Van Rensselaer's Sermon,

the ranging of the batteries, for a deadly, aim, a fatal fire. With all their beauty, there was no loss of strength in these sermons. Poor arguments were never hidden with sweetsounding words; nor was their practical usefulness, their plain, homely teaching, their detail with little common things, ever subservient to their rhetoric. Soaring in their eloquence, in the mysteries with which they dealt, and the earnest power of their manner, to a height not often reached; yet they lay along the lines of our daily life; stooped to the level of childish and untutored minds, and penetrated far down into the hiding places of sin, and the deep of suffering and sorrow. And their adaptation was most remarkable, the style always suiting the subject; and style and subject harmonized, to the capacity of every kind of audience; children, his own congregation, the Convention, the students of the Seminary, or the Bishops and Clergy and lay delegates in the General Convention. It were worse than idle to sample such a building by a single brick. As to the religious tone of his preaching, I need not defend him from the accusations, of formality; of omitting Christ that he might preach the Church; and forgetting the Cross, that he might urge the Sacraments. Of the great evangelical doctrines; justification by faith, atonement and acceptance only in Christ, conversion, repentance, holiness of life; he was a faithful, powerful preacher. He knew the difference, it is true, between redemption and salvation; between regeneration and conversion; between the elect and the finally saved: nor did he attempt to preach the whole Gospel in every sermon. But he was faithful to the Church, who alone, has kept unmarred these great truths of revelation, for the modern sects, who repay her, by denying that she teaches them. Even, with those who do not mean to be prejudiced, the idea prevails that his preaching, and his life-long belief, differed from the glorious confession of his death. How untrue, and unfounded this is, his published sermons will plainly prove. He had no one-sidedness of view; no pet set of texts; no stereotyped form of phrases. He taught, that men were saved by faith; and then, that works must prove it; must be to it a cause of life, as the spirit to the body. Proclaiming salvation only through the blood of Christ, and the universality of His redemption; he did not cover up the need of personal, sacramental application of that saving Blood. The Church was, to him, the company of those saved by the Cross. And his plain, consistent dealing, following in spiritual matters, men's universal plan in worldly things, looked for the soul in the body; thought them, together, a complete man, and not apart; expected grace only in appointed channels; preferred the consent of primitive antiquity, to the dissent of modern protes

tantism; and understood plain words, to be as carefully used, and as literally, in the exactness of inspired writings, as in the looseness of ordinary conversation. And in his sermons taken together, a powerful and complete body of systematic divinity will be found, in words that burn with earnest eloquence; and live, with the resistless vitality of truth.

The Episcopal Addresses to the Diocesan Convention, were altogether sui generis. They were not the mere formal outline, of so much machine work done. They were the living record of living work. And the same hand, plainly enough, wrote the record and did the work. There was heart in it. It was like a Father's recounting the day's adventures, to his family, at evening, round the fire. He had a hint for any needed work; approval and encouragement for faithfulness and success; a kind word for struggling parishes; and always a record of the clergy who were with him; which he kept because it rejoiced him, to have them, and because he thought it good always for them, to be with him. Toilsome and tiresome was the journey of those visitation months; but he plucked flowers as he went along; and the address was his herbarium. He gathered up in it, the tenderness and beauty of little home things; the quiet Parsonages; the return or the missing, of some familiar face; the new Church; the beautiful country; the welcome friends, that came long distances; the hospitable entertainment; the successful catechizing; all such as these, came in; and from year to year, there was some touching commemora tion of the dead; some word of sympathy for the bereaved living. There was nothing hard, or dry, or cold, or distant, or abstract. He warmed every thing with his touch, and softened it; and wet it with the dew and rain of tears and smiles; and brought it nearer to their hearts, as lying near his own; and made it real, existing, alive with his own interest and earnestness. The result was that his addresses were listened to, and read, and remembered, and had an influence of encouragement and sympathy upon all who heard them. They had a distinct and positive effect upon the Church work in the Diocese; being, almost more than any thing else, the channel through which his spirit passed into his working Clergy. few extracts will recall their character.

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The chalice for the holy table is an interesting relic; the inscription records that it is

THE GIFT OF

MARY DENNIS, WIDOW,

TO TRINITY CHURCH, IN WOODBRIDGE,

DECEMBER Y 25, 1760.

I have often thought, as it struck my eye, at my annual Commem

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