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A FUNERAL SERMON, DELIVERED IN NEWARK, DEC. 27, 1799. BY ALEXANDER MACWHORTER, D. D.
MY DEAR FRIENDS AND FELLOW CITIZENS,
THROUGHOUT a ministerial life of more than forty-one years, I never stood in the sacred desk with so much reluctance, as on the present occasion.—The object, you wish to be eulogized, and to be portrayed in all the colours and dark shades of weeping sorrow, is far beyond my feeble pencil, and trembling hand.—It seemed to me impossible, either to evade, or decently excuse my self from a compliance with the honorable and solicitous request of my respected Townsmen.—But, it is now too late to offer unavailing apology.
THE text I have selected as the theme for our mournful me|ditations, you find recorded in
DEUT. XXXIV. 5. So Moses the Servant of the Lord died.
WASHINGTON the great!—WASHINGTON the admired!— WASHINGTON the beloved!—is no more.—Doleful the sound! —Painful the thought!—How extensive is the stroke!—How deep the wound!—A nation groans—clothes herself in sable weeds—and pours forth the bitterest lamentations—Sorrow fills