His excellence with dowry, rich in sample,
Strove with us, both by precept and example.
More merits far had he than we can tell;
His logic knew and wrote his sermons well.
With ready wit, in eminent degree,
He could send quick the flashing repartee.
This talent, safe within a napkin kept,
As prudence warned, there dozed but never slept.
His voice was tuneful, rich and rare to hear;
In scale had little range, but reached the ear.
A thinker, with a skillful, ready pen,
He made the pulpit reverend, and then
The village learning viewed, improved its stand,
The western side adorned and shaped the land.
Thereafter, a minister, for years abroad,
He served,* in Florence, country and the Lord.
Between his life's long eve and its brief morn,
His versed and varied skill did much adorn.
As editor, he was happy and content;
Then for a time he took to government.
From far Geneva's lake and storied strand,
He had brough hither to our western land
Accomplished daughter of revered Malan,
To enter in his life and share its plan.
Here in pastorate, first had set his foot,
When he came to move, it had taken root;
Then, at the journey's end of life's sweet toil,
He chose this spot to mingle with our soil
*Minister of the American Chapel
from "Guilford Portraits" by Henry Pynchon Robinson, 1907
Eli Edwin Hall
May 2, 1896.
There remembered therefore a rest to the people of God.