hardly say, belonged. Here was the secret of his power, of his greatness and his goodness. All that came within his reach shared the quickening power of his own vitality. His affections, his principles, his energies, were so instinct with life, that they had a quickening power which animated all within their influence. We need hardly add that this vital energy gave its secret power to his preaching and to all his writings, equally manifest in his charges to his Convention, or his sermons, or his addresses to his beloved children of St. Mary's Hall, or Burlington College. There is a living spirit quickening them all, which will keep them alive, when most of what is now living shall be dead and forgotten. This is especially true of Bishop Doane's poetry, in which the creative and quickening power is most conspicuous. Had he not been a great Bishop, his spirit oppressed with the burden of duty which falls upon such greatness, he had been a great Poet. Or if he had sought mere worldly renown, it is hard to say in what sphere of earthly distinction he had attained most greatness. All that he had of life, of power, was consecrated to his high ministry. Few men, who have not attained a martyr's crown, have suffered more or given more for Christ and His Church, than Bishop Doane. His untiring activity, his almost superhuman labour, in fulfilling all the proper duties of his office, are known to all. To these he added cares and labours, which no man would voluntarily assume, whose heart and soul were not animated by a devoted zeal in his Master's work. Bishop, Rector, President of two institutions, on his right hand and on his left, it might be thought he had no time or thought to spare for other interests. But his large, loving heart went out into all the interests of the Church, and none more constant, more vigilant in all that concerned her welfare. His spirit was truly a Catholic and a missionary one, going forth to the utmost extremities of the Church's great field. And while he was so attentive to all its public duties, the interests of private life, the claims of kindred love, the calls of friendship had no more prompt, more faithful minister. Let a friend be sick, let a child be ill, in some beloved household, and he was soonest at the bedside. Affliction never entered a friend's home, without bringing the Bishop, or some dear token of his love. With his loving, gentle wisdom, with his tenderness of spirit, he was the most powerful human comforter we have ever known. He was the most disinterested, the most unselfish of men. All he had was at the disposal of his friends. The warmth of his fireside seemed more cheerful to him when its brightness lent cheer to his hospitality. And what a host he was-and how pleasant to be his guest! And how little children loved him, as he made himself their play-fellow! How his living love drew the hearts of the young to him, will be told by a thousand voices of his sons and daughters, of the Hall and College, scattered throughout the land. We have often thought, when enjoying with him the calm and quiet repose of River side, what a temptation, with such a home and all the means of mak ing it an abode of luxury, to make life a season of ease and enjoyment. Then we have gone forth with him into the restless scenes of his toiling life, beheld him heaping on his own shoulders, the weary load of care, burdening his life with sorrows, and bearing reproach, and censure, and shame, for his Master's sake, and to build up the Church of the living God on earth, and our conviction has grown stronger in power of faith and love to rule the human heart. the Not one object to which Bishop Doane devoted his life, and sacrificed his earthly peace and comfort, had in it the taint of selfishness. Had he been a self-seeking, ambitious man, of a worldly mind and heart, he would have fled from the objects he pursued with such steadfast purpose. His truly Christian spirit was also shown by the manner in which he bore his peculiar trials, and the temper in which he met the worst of calumnies. He was no reviler, though too often reviled. He was never heard to speak evil of others, and his most severe rebukes were directed against this evil habit in others. As there has seldom been one more unjustly and injuriously spoken against, so twenty-six years of closest intimacy enable us to say, before God, that we never knew a man, who spoke less evil, or delighted more to speak well, of others. IN MEMORIAM REVERENDISSIMI GEORGII WASHINGTON DOANE, D.D., LL.D., EPISCOPI NEO-CÆSAREE, IN AMERICA. Nuntia Fama tulit-vix credo tale loquenti- Pastoris primi, quem nunc Ecclesia plorat: Quis laudet repetens vel dicta vel omnia facta, Te potius video, moerens, in pace beatâ, Te video vivum, quamquam tua lumina clausa ; Sanguine te Jesu salvum nisi candida cingunt. Ad dextram Winslow requies tibi dulcis in ævum! ADOLPH FROST, VOL. 1-37 Presb. Neo-Cas. IN. MEMORIAM. EPISCOPI. NEO-CESARIENSIS. HUJUS. ECCLESIÆ. SANCTE. MARIE. CONDITORIS. ET. RECTORIS. COLLEGII. BURLINGTONIENSIS. JESU MERCY. GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE, D.D., LL.D., FOR XXVII YEARS, BISHOP OF NEW JERSEY: BORN, MAY 27, A. D. MDCCXCIX; IN PACE. "I have waited for Thy salvation, O LORD." "SONGS BY THE WAY." THE POETICAL WRITINGS OF THE RIGHT REV. GEO. WASHINGTON DOANE, D.D., LL.D.; ARRANGED AND EDITED BY HIS SON, WILLIAM CROSWELL DOANE. "Cantantes licet usque, (minus via laedet) eamus." "Sometimes a listless hour beguile, "Where perfect sweetness dwells, is Cosmos gone, NEW YORK: D. 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