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HE funeral services were held at his
residence, 166 Columbia Heights,
Brooklyn, Sabbath afternoon, Jan-
uary 6th, at four o'clock. The in-
terment took place January 7th in the Abany
Rural Cemetery.

The services were performed by the Rev.
Alfred J. Hutton, pastor of the Reformed
Church on the Heights, assisted by the Rev.
Jacob Whitehurst, pastor of Bethany Chapel.
After the reading of the Scriptures, the
following hymn was sung :

It is not death to die,
To leave this weary road,
And, 'midst the brotherhood on high,
To be at home with God.


It is not death to close
The eye long dimmed by tears,
And wake in glorious repose
To spend eternal years.

Jesus, thou Prince of Life,
Thy chosen cannot die ;
Like thee, they conquer in the strife,
To reign with thee on high.

After which Rev. Jacob Whitehurst offered

Read in p- of the One Hundred and Third
Psalm, which was so dearly loved and so often
quoted by the deceased, as expressing the
deep thanksgiving of his heart to God for
his mercies.


Jesus, I live to thee,

The loveliest and best ;
My life in thee, thy life in me,
In thy blest love I rest.

Jesus, I die to thee,

Whenever death shall come ;

To die in thee is life to me
In my eternal home.

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Whether to live or die,

I know not which is best ;

To live in thee is bliss to me,
To die is endless rest.

Living or dying, Lord,
I ask but to be thine ;

My life in thee, thy life in me,
Makes heaven forever mine.



DEARLY BELOVED We are gathered
to-day as a company of sorrowful and
sympathizing- friends. We have come to weep
with those that weep. Let us not fail to re-
member that it is gfood to pfo to the house of
mourning. This stroke of death has fallen
upon us so suddenly, and with such crushing
force, that we are almost stunned into silence.
Words, perhaps, never seem so to disappoint
our hearts as when one tries to voice the
feelings of an occasion like this. Earth is
indeed made poorer, but heaven itself is en-
riched by the cause of our common sorrow.


James Beebee Brinsmade was born in New
York City, May ist 1824. The blood was
both Dutch and Puritan. He was a lineal de-
scendant of men who bore an honorable part
in the settlement of New England, and in the
subsequent struggles by which the independ-
ence of our country was achieved. Father
and great-grandfather were alumni of Yale
College, and from the same venerable and
noble institution he also was graduated, at the
age of twenty-one. Two years later he began
the practice of law in Albany, and coming to
New York with an experience of six years in
his profession, he continued in it altogether
for a period of over twenty years. He re-
tired from active practice in 1868, partly by
reason of broken health, and partly because
of a most advantageous opportunity to enter
upon the business in which he continued until
the time of his death. In boyhood, he was at
once thoughtful and popular ; in college, an
honorable and prominent figure among his
class-mates ; at the bar, a large and success-
ful practitioner ; in business, both upright and
successful. This is the barest outline of a
life, upon many of whose distinctive features


it were a pleasure to dwell, and what were ful-
some eulogy for most, were scant justice to
our departed friend. I might speak of his
scholarship, his industry, his ability, his cult-
ure ; I might hold him up as a model citizen
in his large public spirit, his strict integrity,
and his wise benevolence ; but we who knew
him cannot forget that, among his most
marked characteristics, was his modesty, and
none of us will doubt that his own wish would
be that this service should be simple and

One thing I well know he would not have
us fail to remember and speak of here, and
this I know from the final words he spoke to
me. It was the last evening of the dying
year. Never did he greet me more pleas-
antly and cordially than as I then entered his
room, although he had but just recovered
from a severe paroxysm of pain about the
heart ; and as he took my hand, his face fairly
radiant with the spirit of sweet and loving
submission, he said : "This is the best place
for me ; this is all right ; I see it even now."
We conversed together pleasantly for an hour
or more, and then we lifted our hearts in


prayer, and I took his hand to say good-bye.
He seemed deeply moved and pressed my
hand very closely as I assured him that he
would always be in my prayers. "Yes," he
answered, "but I want you to be very thank-
ful in your prayers. The mercies connected
with this providence are very great ; the
words of the One Hundred and Third Psalm
are in my mind continually." So I know that
if he could express a wish about this service,
it would be that a spirit of thankfulness to
God should pervade it.

He accounted it a great mercy that the
accident that prostrated him occurred so
near his own home. He was necessarily
much away from home because of his ex-
tended and important business interests.
Moreover, his infirm health made frequent
recreation indispensable. He had but re-
cently returned from one of these pleasure
excursions, and returned, too, in a greatly
improved condition of body. He was thus
able better to bear the great shock of the
accident. But his own mind seemed to dwell
less upon the suffering connected with it than
upon the great blessing that he could be


carried at once into his own house by his own

He accounted it a great mercy, too, that,
as a family, they had been permitted to
have their joyous . Christmas-day together.
It had been to him and to them an ideal day
of domestic delight, and when the stroke fol-
lowed so soon thereafter, his loved ones were
all about him, and, like him, they were all
looking upon the bright side of their sorrow,
and happy in the belief that they had but to
watch and wait for a few weeks and he would
be well again. He said there is a providence
in this that we do not yet see, and when it
was suggested that it might be God's purpose
to draw them nearer to one another, he ex-
claimed : "How can that be ? Can we be any
nearer to each other than we are ? " Last
year they were much and widely separated.
How great a mercy that he was not taken
then ! And this year they were only occa-
sionally all together ; but when he fell, every
hand was near to soothe his suffering, and
every heart to speak its loving sympathy.

But again it is a great mercy that this is just
the overwhelming sorrow to us all that it is.


Were it less so, then he must have been loved
less, and the sweetest and supremest joy of
his life was in loving and being loved. He
would rather never have lived than to have
lived without just this rich, overflowing love
of his home-circle and of his friends. Death
cannot often so sorely smite us, because he
can but rarely find one so widely and well
beloved. Then, too, it was a mercy that he
could not stay longer. The hardest part
of recovery was still to be endured, and he
has thus been spared its wearisome pain and
weakness and confinement Isaiah tells us
that we outfit to remember that the righteous
man is often taken away from the evil to
come. Perhaps he could never have been in
even tolerable health again, had his life been
spared ; but now, forever freed from bodily
suffering and infirmity, his glorified soul is
happy in the presence of his Saviour.

And this brings us to the very greatest
mercy connected with this affliction. Our
brother was so noble and pure a Christian,
and so ready to meet his Lord. Death came,
indeed, like a thief, but he could not take.
him at unawares. He had often suffered as


much, perhaps more than, at the last, and he
was hardly anticipating that the end could
be so near ; but the summons could only be
to the final reward and the crowning in his
Father's kingdom.

Of the many marked and exemplar} 7
features of his Christian life and character, I
may now refer to but a few. It were natural,
perhaps, to speak first of its great length.
He did not die an old man. We thought to
have him with us still another decade or more.
He never seemed younger in feeling and
spirit. But he had openly served God well-
nigh half a century. He wasted no years in
early life. He did not give the strength of his
young manhood to the world. He remem-
bered his Creator in youth. He confessed
Christ when but fourteen years of age. A
distinguished German commentator expresses
the conviction that, relatively the earlier the
conversion, the richer the fullness of the
spiritual life that ensues, and not only here,
but hereafter. I commend this thought to
the young here present, and the beautiful
illustration we seem to see of it in the life
that has just closed. Of how few dying un-


der three-score years can it be said that they
have served their Lord so long ! What more
had this life to offer him ? He had tasted all
its sweetest joys, known all its deepest ex-
periences, and had manfully borne the heat
and burden of its toil. Was he not, indeed,
ready to be crowned, having fought a good
fight, having finished his course, and having
kept the faith ?

And this leads me to speak of another dis-
tinctive characteristic of his Christian life:
its large consecration. It is not necessarily
a great thing to be a member of the church
as long as he was. Some trees of the Lord's
garden yield little but leaves, even through
so many years. A noted preacher of our
day has said: "God has a great many
children that have very little power." But
our brother was one of those who have
great power. He was like the tree planted
by the rivers of water that bringeth forth his
fruit in his season. He began at once to be
active in the church. His voice was heard in
her meetings for prayer and conference from
first to last. He was present on the last
Friday evening before his sad accident, and


both spoke and prayed in the meeting. And
not only was the help of his appropriate and
strong utterances of truth freely given, but
he was equally well furnished unto every
good work. He was a leader in every best
enterprise to promote the welfare of Zion and
to save souls. He never felt that he had not
time for Christian duty because of the press-
ure of worldly cares. He accounted his
master's claims first. He made religion the
principal thing, and it was because of this
early and increasing Christian activity that
he came to fill so large a place in, and to be
such a tower of strength to, the Church on
the Heights through the twenty-nine years
since he entered her communion. Coming to
her under the memorable pastorate of the
eloquent and beloved Dr. Bethune, he took
from the first a profound interest in her en-
largement and welfare. He has held every
office she could bestow upon him, having
been for some six years the superintendent
of the Sunday-school, for a like term a mem-
ber of her board of deacons, and for the past
fourteen years one of her ruling elders. And
every office he held he honored by the signal

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ability, the scrupulous fidelity, and the
marked success with which he discharged the
sacred trust thus reposed in him. His entire
connection with his chosen church has al-
ways been marked by the most ardent at-
tachment and devoted loyalty to all her
interests. Whoever else might be absent
from her services, if he were at home and
well, you could count on his presence morn-
ing and evening. Whoever else might be
slow to respond to her appeals, he was
always eager to help with generous hand
and loving heart. Whoever else might utter
a dissonant note in her councils, his was
alwavs the voice of those of whom Christ has
said : "Blessed are the peace-makers, for they
shall be called the children of God." And he
always gave to his pastor the heartiest and
most constant support. He cheered his heart
by his genial and loving friendship ; helped
his judgment by his discreet and valuable
counsel ; strengthened his hands by his fair
and frank and manly commendation. All
who have known him in this capacity would
gladly bear this testimony could they stand
here to-day ; and while any of them might


render their tribute of esteem more fittingly
and eloquently, not one of them could render
it more affectionately and sincerely than I
now do.

1 must speak but one other word, and that
shall be of the rare symmetry of his Christian
character. Symmetry means fullness. Every
talent is improved, all the powers are brought
into harmonious play. Not a few serve God
very well in some particular way that they
find easiest for themselves, and never seem to
do much else for Him. It may never be
difficult for them to talk well ; or, perhaps, if
always silent, they are very ready to give
their money, or, again, if weak at both these
points, the general influence of their daily life
in other respects may be of the best. But Mr.
Brinsmade was just as strong in the prayer-
meeting as he was in benevolent gifts, and
just as strong in the example of his business
and home life as in either. And any one who
knows what it is to say that truly, knows that
it is almost the highest praise. Not for the
sake of praise, however, do I say this here ;
but for the sake of its influence upon others.
But symmetry means also consistency. To-



day and yesterday are not in contradiction.
And not only are Sabbath and week-day liv-
ing in perfect accord, but summer and winter
as well. Our brother was the same humble
and earnest Christian, whether among us
here or when seeking recreation in mountain
or sea-side home, or when absent from both
home and country, in distant lands. But again,
symmetry means beauty. A one-sided devel-
opment is always unpleasing, sometimes mon-
strous. Once more, symmetry always means
strength. It is when every part helps every
other, and all conspire to a common end, that
largest force is secured and best results ac-
complished. It was the rule of his life to
seek to develop himself along the whole range
of his being, and to bring every power under
the control of a sanctified will. He was not
without appetite, not without passion, but like
another, he had buffeted his body and learned
to keep it under.

It was because of such symmetry of Chris-
tian character that an eminent legal friend,
who had known him intimately for forty
years, in professional, social, and domestic
life, could say, as he did to me a day or two

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since, "In all that time I have never heard
him say an unkind thing - , an unjust thing,
an unthankful thing, an indelicate thing."
Very few succeed in thus bridling the tongue.
It was this symmetry and strength that so
lifted him above the envy, the anger, the
strife, and the greed of ordinary life. It was
this that made him always not only so ready
and able to speak, but so eager and glad to
do for his Master. And it was this beautiful
development of God's sweet grace that, when
the final trial came, stilled every murmuring
thought, and lifted him into that higher and
holier atmosphere of heavenly trust and peace,
where the most frequent utterance of the lips,
and the constant thought of the heart was,
" Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is
within me, bless his holy name."

But we must not linger. Noble and de-
voted brother, sweet and generous friend, thou
art indeed gone from us, and shalt return no
more ! But again shall we see thee, for where
thou art, thither will God also bring us, that
together we may behold His glory, and to-
gether taste through the eternal years the joys
that are at His right hand. And, O, could


we but see thee now, a glorified spirit, clothed
upon with the house that is from Heaven,
joined with the friends gone on before, mingling
with that bright and happy throng that cast
their crowns before the Throne, it were a
vision of supernal blessedness to hush every
thought of pain, to give us beauty for ashes,
and to kiss our darkest grief into brightest
gladness :

" No shadows yonder ! all light and song ;
Each day we wonder, and say how long
Shall time us sunder from that dear throng ? "




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The following letter, from the Rev. Denis
Wortman, was read :

Saugerties, N. Y., Jan. 4th, 1884.
My Dear Brother Huttox :

I have just received, by telegraph, an invitation
to assist you in the sad scenes of the funeral of
your and my very dear friend, Mr. Brinsmade.
To my deep grief for his death, there is the ad-
ditional pain of a necessary absence from an occa-
sion when I should so appreciate the melancholy
privilege of paying my humble but most affec-
tionate tribute to his manly and his Christian

Miss him, who will not ? either among those
who have known him from his early manhood up,


and the longer they have known him, have so
known him only to find out new causes for their
admiration and affection, or, among more recent
friends, whose shortest acquaintanceship has re-
vealed so many noble and generous traits ?

Miss him, where will he not be missed ? In the
great city, with its heavy industries ; in the circle
of commercial and professional gentlemen, who so
trusted his integrity and valued his judgment ; in
the church, where his large hope, his warm piety,
his ready beneficence, strengthened every heart,
and stimulated every enterprise ; in the home
alas, into that private sanctuary of sorrow, we
hardly may think to venture, even to speak the
word of Christian cheer ! What home, on all
Brooklyn Heights, ever gave both courtlier and
kinder welcome to the happy guest? Who did not
feel all sure of the honesty of his greeting from our
dear friend ? And in all the beauty and attraction
of that home how most fittingly sat the grace, the
dignity, the urbanity, of that husband and father !
Oh, how gentle, how soothing, how supporting to
the weeping ones there, must be their knowledge

for surely they must know this ! that only kind-
liest memories gather from every hand around their
dead ; and round the living a universal sympathy
and prayer !

Oh ! I feel sure that in this sad hour they will be
sustained by the grace of the dear Saviour, and


sure I am that, walking along through the mists of
this present day so dark, they will, as it were,
catch glimpses of that City set on higher Heights,
where God hath placed a nobler mansion than any
we live in here ; and sweet and sacred shall be the
reunions there, and all made good these grievous
separations, and complete, and eternal the home-
love and home-joy will be !

I sympathize with you, my dear brother, in your
personal loss, and in the great bereavement the
the dear Church on the Heights meets with ;
and pray that one and all may alike be comforted
in this sorrow, and by the life now ended, aye,
better say just now begun, be stimulated to fol-
low so strong and beautiful an example.

Yours, very sincerely,

Denis Wortman.


Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee !
Even though it be a cross

That raiseth me.
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee !


Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,

Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone ;

Yet in my dreams I'd be

Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee !

There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven ;

All that thou sendest me,
In mercy given;

Angels, to beckon me,

Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee !

Then with my waking thoughts,
Bright with thy praise,

Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise ;

So by my woes to be,

Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee !

Or, if on joyful wing

Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,


Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee.

The services were closed with the bene-



Minutes adopted by the Consistory of
the Church on the Heights, Brooklyn.

IT having pleased Almighty God in his
sovereign and inscrutable providence to
remove from us by death our beloved brother,
James Beebee Brinsmade, this consistory re-
cords with deep sensibility the sad event.
The rare excellence of our brother's Christian
character and his untiring zeal in the interests
of this church, profoundly impress us with the
great loss we have sustained. James Beebee
Brinsmade was elected deacon in this church
November, i860, and served until November,


1 866. In November, 1869, he was elected
elder and continued in office until his death,
which occurred January 3d, 1884.

We bow in unfeigned sorrow and humble
submission, with prayerful and trustful hearts,
beneath this severe stroke from our Father's
hand, saying, "Thy will be done." We pro-
foundly feel that we have lost from the church
militant a brother of large ability, of sterling
worth, of inflexible integrity, and of noble im-
pulses as a ma?i ; of singular sweetness and
purity of life, and of marked symmetry and
strength of character as a Christian, and one
who always cherished the most ardent attach-
ment and manifested the most loyal devotion
to this Zion.

Of courteous bearing, of genial disposition,
of refined instincts, of cultivated tastes, and
of an affectionate and sympathetic nature,
clear in judgment, wise in counsel, liberal and
unostentatious in benevolence, firm and faith-
ful in his friendships, he filled a large place in
our hearts and was a chief pillar of strength
in this church.

He continued as a teacher in the Sunday-
school, after having served as its superin-


tendent for several years. His diligent and
earnest stud)- of the Word of God, and his
patient and intelligent efforts in imparting to
the young men of the church the rich results
of his studies, as a teacher in the Sunday-
school, has borne rich fruit, and, we are per-
suaded, has been productive of great blessing
to the church.

In his death this community loses one of
its most public-spirited and patriotic citizens,
this city's noble system of Christian charities
one of its stanchest and most generous sup-
porters, and the Church of God, both at home
and abroad, one of its truest, largest-hearted,
and most devoted friends.

We shall miss his wisdom in our official
deliberations, his voice in our prayer-circle,
his unfailing attendance upon all the means
of grace, and his substantial and hearty sup-
port of this church, both as to her temporal
and spiritual interests.

While, therefore, we deeply mourn the loss
of one so useful, so self-sacrificing, and so
well beloved, we are glad to point to the re-
cord of such a full-orbed and noble life ; and
we feel that the fragrance of its rich and


precious memories must ever abide as an in-
spiration to, and a benediction upon, us and
upon the church of his love.

To his family, thus suddenly and so sorely
smitten, we tender our warmest and most af-
fectionate Christian sympathy in their great
sorrow, and our fervent and united prayers
that the God of all comfort will be to them
a very present help in their time of trouble.

Minutes adopted bv the Directors of
the Everett Iron Company.

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