^^5 Ai a; 0: 6 6 1 7 6 2 ■ 3) ; m i CD : 33 ; ■> ■ 30 foon. Mtlliatit f ,. wi hr-r^i-r^i- $>*-^ tltCYt"'! "^ Sermon anb Ebbti^^t^ 3ui.i AT LOS ANGELES ^ giscoursc DELIVKRED AT THE FUNERAL OF |)on. William J[. Mhccler^ REV. SAMUEL T. CLARKE. FOLLOWED BY ADDRESSES AND LETTERS. pKIiNTED FOR PRIVATE Cl R CU L ATI O .S . 1892. •:>', ,', '>,3', JJ'>'' »JJ ) ' ,35 BUFFALO, N. Y. BUFFALO COMMERCIAL PRINTING HOUSE, iSq2. c t 1 <■ ( C K C « t' tt« tt< tc. CO CO ay s 2? oo •—1 I. e3 2. - 5- 5 6. ill 7. 8. 9- 10. o Scvinccs At the Funeral of Hon. William F. Wheeler, WEDNESDAY, JUNE Sck, iSg2. E. ^t the g)o;xsf : 1. Prayer with the Family, Rev. Isaac G. Ogden. [ This was at 3 P. M., immediately after which the casket was borne to the church, where it could be approached for an hour by all the neighbors.] 2. (rt) Prayer, at 4 p. m., by the Pastor, . . Rezi. S. T. Clarke, (b) Scripture Lesson, ...... Read by Rev. Dr. IVaith. {c) Benediction, Rev. I. G. Ogden. E£. 3lt the yrhuvch Dr. IVaith. Organ Prelude and Anthem. Prayer of Invocation, Lessons: Eccl. xii. ; John xvii., . Hymn. Prayer Dr. IVaitlt. Hymn. SIEBjHlPN (LCor. XV. 58), Pastor. Address, Rev. I. G. Ogden. Hymn. Address, Dr. Waith. Prayer and Benediction, Faster. Ccmctcnj : Procession thither by way of the mountain road. Prayer, Dr. Waith. Committal, Pastor 2335.'14 Sermon. •Steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord." I. Cor. xv., 58. Many years ago there stood in the city of Hartford a remarkable tree that was regarded with a truly human interest and affection by all the inhabitants. The venerable Charter Oak, as it was called, had become a popular idol, because it had safely hidden and preserved in its capacious heart the instrument which insured valued civil rights to that whole com- munity. The writer well remembers a wild and stormy night, during whose dark and windy hours the old monarch, banded about as it had been by the citizens, with clamps 6 Sermon. of iron, fell, and great was the fall of it. In the morning following great crowds gathered and bewailed the common loss. We are assembled to-day in view of an analogous calamity. In the great heart of our departed friend, for many years all the choicest interests, civil, social, commercial, and religious, of this county had found a warm and safe abiding place. We mourn to-day the fall of a human Charter Oak, one who was ever steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord. It is very rare that those who par- ticipate in any great battle remain long on the field after the action is over. This valley has been for fifty years a great battle field, on which sturdy warriors have wrested from reluctant nature the rich treasures which she guarded so faithfully. One of the leaders in this long action lies motionless among us to- day. On the battle field where he commenced the long conflict he has both lived and died, Sermon. not, however, until he saw victory manifest itself in these streets, happy homes and circling families, where reigned, when he arrived, only the thick shadows of a wilderness. In enlarging upon the lives of prominent citizens there are three methods that obtain. They are either treated in a cold, statistical man- ner, or in the commercial method recountine- how much money they have made, or in an emotional manner that exclaims "how we miss the departed one!" It is not my purpose to follow either of these methods to-day, but rather briefly to characterize our departed friend's life, and to draw from it certain lessons that may be of practical value to this large con- gregation assembled from this and adjacent towns. We call a gifted person who takes a cold, lifeless block of stone and cuts out of it a figure that can neither move nor talk a sculptor. How much more true is it that one who seizes upon inanimate objects and so uses Sermon. them as to mould them into new form, who possesses in his mmd a high ideal which he gradually works into a model community, who takes the days as they come and carves them into a noble life, is in a far higher sense a sculptor, whose work is living, breathing and priceless. The fanciful imaginings of the sculp- tor and poet have a commercial value. How much more precious are memories like those which cluster about this silent bier, decked with the fragrant pine which he so truly loved, and to which he owed so much. It is difficult to know where to begin a funeral resume of such a life as this has been. There are those whose personality impresses us, but of whom when absent we can remember but little; but it was a decided peculiarity of the departed that he was a man about whom all can remember so much, about whom the recollections surge back so vivid and multitudinous that it is hard to tell where to begin or to stop. Before noticing bcrmon. the great lineaments of his character it will be interesting to dwell upon some of the general impressions which he made from day to day upon all who came in contact with him. William F. Wheeler was born in Hancock, Delaware County, N. Y., in iSii. In 1834 he came to Olean and engaged in the lumber business with the late Henry Dusenbury. Dur- ing half a century that firm has continued. He united with the church in Deposit, in 1831, during a revival of religion, under that fervent preacher Father Orton, and ever since, his whole heart has been engaged in spreading the Kingdom of his beloved Master. In addition to the development of all his lumber interests in this section, in Pennsylvania and in Michi- gan, Mr. Wheeler was connected with the establishment of the Portville tannery in 1S70; the First National Bank of Olean in 1871. Always deeply interested in politics and active in the support of sound views, he at last con- 10 Sermon. sented that his name be used as a candidate for the Legislature, to which he was duly elected, and in which he served to the entire satisfaction of his constituents, -and with great credit to hniiself as a citizen and public man. He esteemed it an equal honor when he was sent by his fellow Presbyterians to the Synod and General Assembly, in both of which he sat as an Elder and magnified his office. His business career was well characterized by one of the public journals, when it said that it was conspicuously marked by these three rare qualities : sagacity, integrity and enterprise. Mr. Wheeler leaves, as one of his most valuable contributions to the world, a family which was ever a subject of the deepest interest and thought to him, consisting of a wife, two sons and two daughters, in whom reappear the noble traits which so well distinguished their departed head. Every one was struck as he came in Scimon. 11 contact with this strong life with the breadth of Mr. Wheeler's enjoyments. Some people have but one or two things which afford them pleasure in their hours of relaxation. To these they often become slaves, being lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God. Most of us are extremely limited in the range of our pleasures. A man may be enormously rich, and yet not have a single thing that he honestly enjoys. If he has one, it may be really a source to him of evil rather than good. But Mr. Wheeler keenly relished a very wide circle of diverse sources of enjoyment. If any one of these failed he could easily turn to another. Not one of them was ever likely to result in evil. Not one of them was dependent upon the possession of great wealth to obtain. He most thoroughly and heartily took pleasure in business, in church, in politics, in trees, in horses, in the Bible, in singing in his family, in ministers, in the anecdotes of his long life. 12 Sennou. in being read to, and in Portville. But in many other common attractions which fasci- nate others, he seemed to find no delight. Theatres, novels, horse races and games of chance were to him dull and stupid. This was certainly a unique peculiarity. It was a wonder that a man with such great business interests resting upon his mind, with all the necessary anxieties which they involved, could turn from them so Dres5 b\? IRcv. Usaac (3. ©o^cn. I have been in the pews instead of the pulpit for the past four months, practicing instead of preaching. True practicing and preaching ought to go together, but they do not always ; and sometimes practicing is not so easy as preaching. Being uncertain whether my voice will serve me, my remarks will necessarily be very brief, though I am full of the spirit of the occasion, and feel that I have met to-day a great personal loss m the burial of one of the best friends I ever had. And besides, I feel that after the true and graphic sketch of the life and marked peculiarities of the departed, to which we have just listened, BDDrese. 27 very little remains to be said ; yet I cannot refrain from adding my little tribute of affection and respect to the memory of this " Father in Israel." When I came here some thirty-four years ago to be Pastor of this church, I early made the acquaintance of three men whom I soon learned to appreciate and trust for their sterling qualities of head and heart. I did not fully appreciate them while here as I learned to do afterwards. These three men were exceedingly unlike in physical appearance as well as mental capacity. Each was himself, unmistakably so ; each created in a separate mould, and each working out in his own way his individual man- hood. Yet these men were also all alike in the great essentials of Christian character ; all three believed in the Lord Jesus Christ; all bowed to His supremacy ; all were loyal to Him, and all were active and devoted members of this church. One of these, Henry Dusenbury, made 28 B?Dre5S. his exodus from his tabernacle of the body to the house of many mansions over thirty years ago, and the savor of his piety still lingers among this people ; another, John G. Mersereau, departed some nine years ago ; and to-day we are to bury William F. Wheeler, the last of this remarkable trio. It is seldom that a church is favored with the presence and influence of one such man in the first forty years of its existence ; you, Christian brethren, have been especially favored in having been given three such stalwart men among you. Who can take this man's place? No one. He filled his own place, as each of us is to fill his own place. Shall we mourn for him? Yes, and no. Why should we mourn that he has just entered on a larger and nobler life? To the believer in Jesus, dying is only begin- ning to live. No, we may not mourn that he is now crowned victor over sin and death. But we may mourn for his loss to us. How BDDrcss. 29 great that loss is, you will learn more and more as the days go by. Permit, in closing, a reference to myself. Under the great trials that have recently come to me, I have been wonderfully sustained and comforted. In my experience, I have found the fulfillment of the promise recorded in the prophecy of Isaiah : " Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed upon thee." I have peace, not perfect, but peace, and I find it by renouncing all trust in self, and in staying myself in God. Every day, I commit myself anew to the Almighty Saviour ; and when He has His hold upon me, I know I am safe for no one can "pluck me out of His hands." May my experience of God's sustaining grace be the experience of you all, dear afflicted friends; only may you have perfect peace, "the peace of God which passeth all understanding." B&Dre55 ])\> 2)r. Maitb. A noted divine in our country preached a remarkable sermon -:- to develop the theme that "Every Man's Life is a Plan of God" — a plan sometimes marred or ruined by the man's own perversity, but nevertheless a plan, or outline, which it is one's duty and privilege to fill out, and embracing things which it would be the true significance and glory of his being to accomplish. It has been mine by a long, personal acquaint- | ance with our dear departed brother, to observe the remarkable fidelity and perseverance with * Horace Bushnell : first sermon with above title in the vohime ^ Sermotis /or the Neiu Life." BDDress. 31 which he ever seemed to be filling out the plan providentially sketched for him by One who sets us all our tasks, and has our times in His hand. I think I may say with confidence there is not one here who with clear vision can look back farther, or so far, along the line of his endeavors as I can ; for I remember him dis- tinctly when he and his brother, the late Mr. Addison J. Wheeler, were young, unmarried men, rejoicing in their strength, active, daring, mus- cular, never shrinking in the rough struggle with pioneer hardships and dangers from any deed or exposure in forest or in flood, which fell to the lot of men in their calling. I can see as in a panorama how our friend went steadily forward, appearing with dignity and credit in every part of his career, and in every character he was called to assume — employer, merchant, organizer, financier, husband, father, public- spirited citizen, church officer, delegate, com- missioner, legislator. In all these characters, he 32 a^Dress. ever conscientiously sought to do the work of an honest, God-fearing man. And his whole life was a success. God blessed him from the beginning, crowning his days with lovingkind- ness and tender mercies. So far as we can see, he honestly and creditably filled out the plan by which the Eternal Goodness intended him to glorify God. And now we are to learn, as it was hardly possible for us to know before, how large a space he filled in the counsels and the works of his fellowmen. Well as I knew that he was press- ing close upon the boundary where all thought- ful men must begin to contemplate the solemn possibilities of the life to come, I must confess that when I saw the name of William F. Wheeler in the obituary columns of the city papers I was hardly prepared to measure the significance of the announcement. We must fall back upon the comforting thought that the good and wise Lord whom BDDrese. 33 we profess to love and obey knows when to call His servants from their tasks, when to bring every pilgrim home, and has in view absolutely all the circumstances and interests involved. He does nothing purposeless or aimless, even when He wraps a whole city in flood and fire.* He that appoints the fall of every sparrow remembers you, remembers me, knows just what we can bear and ought to bear, just what we can spare and when we can spare it best, and has in view all our interests, bodily, temporal, and spiritual, as we never could possibly have them in view for ourselves. To say that we are afflicted is to say little or nothing. There are experiences that are so sad and painful that words of description do but play over them, like the mists exhaled from the dark river, telling us nothing of the drown- ing depths beneath. We who minister to-day *An allusion to the terrible disasters which had just befallen the towns of Oil City and Titusville on the river below. 34 BODress. in this funeral know each one what it is to lose a dear and honored father. And we know, too, what these bereaved ones know — what it is to be guided and inspired bj- a sacred memory that, like a benign lode-star, cheers every labor and sweetens every cup along every mile of the weary way. The question, "Who was their father? "=J= is a question which we are proud and happy to answer. Oh what an inheritance these dear friends of ours have in the fragrant memory of the good and noble man whom God has called up higher ! I know some words of description in the Bible the application of which you will all recognize : "Lord, who shall abide in thy tabernacle? who shall dwell in thy holy hill? He that walketh uprightly, and worketh righteousness, * I. Samuel lo : 12. BDDress. 35 and speaketh the truth in his heart. He that backbiteth not with his tongue, nor doeth evil to his neighbor, nor taketh up a reproach against his neighbor. In whose eyes a vile person is contemned ; but he honoreth them that fear the Lord. He that sweareth to his own hurt, and changeth not."* For me, this whole place is full of Mr. Wheeler, these roads and walks, these trees, that mountain path, and the sweetly winding Allegany. But we know that the master is really gone ; and the mountain that he knows now is the high mighty hill of God, and the river he knows now is that which niakes glad the citv of God. Xctters. [The following are selected from the numerous tributes of sympathy and affection that were received by the family of Mr. Wheeler immediately after the news of his death.] A long, happy, successful and useful life has reached the earthly ending. And we who believe in the gospel of immor- tality have come to regard the ending as but the beginning of life. Death does not end all. After the night comes the day. Spring follows Winter. Death blossoms into life everlasting. This was Mr. Wheeler's firm and life-long faith. In that faith he has fallen asleep : " Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest." Xetters. 37 I knew your husband for thirty-five years. He always received me with kindness from the first day that I visited Portville. I have had many conversations with him. I always found him the same genial and generous friend. What changes have taken place in the old Portville homes ! How the good and true men and women of that little town, having finished their labors, have been borne up the hill to the quiet cemetery for the long and unbroken rest ! And I rejoice to feel that Heaven is richer because of the simple, earnest, sturdy faith of these dear old Portville saints and neighbors. I am sorry that personal illness keeps me from the services tomorrow ; but I ask you to remember me as a sympathizer with you and the children, and with the church so sorely bereaved at this time. J. H. V. 2035.14 38 Xetters. I was greatly shocked on learning, through the brief notice in last week's Evangelist, of your deep affliction. And now the fuller but still too meagre words in the Olean paper received today, bring back anew the memories of the past. The Times justly speaks of your father's eminence and worth in the local business enter- prises of Portville and Olean, of his church connection, and of his unblemished character as manifested in his consistent Christian life and generous philanthropy. Many beyond the bounds of his own community and county know full well the truth of this. As one of these, I wish to refer to one phase of his life naturally unmentioned in the Times. When I first became acquainted witli the old Presbytery of Genesee Valley, your father was one of its oldest members. Every one looked up to liim with respect and admiration. His unassuming manner, his excellent judgment, his XCttCl-6. 39 good, practical common sense (as rare and valuable in an ecclesiastical body as elsewhere), his business ability, his genial way and happy faculty of making others happy and good- natured, made him recognized though scarcely a self-acknowledged power in Presbytery. Every member felt better, the whole Presbytery ivas better whenever he was present. The old Presbytery is a thing of the past ; but the members will never forget the quiet, earnest, cheerful, helpful fellow -member who was the recognized head of all, and whose influence for good remains with every one. You have my heartfelt sympathy in this your great sorrow. C. P. A. I cannot express to you our sorrow on hearing of Mr. Wheeler's death. But for the fact that I must leave the city this afternoon to 40 Xetters. keep an engagement west, we would have gone to the funeral to-day. Yesterday, at the annual meeting of the Ran- dolph Children's Home, there was one universal expression of regret, and Mr. Wheeler's visit there last fall, and kindness to the institution always, were happily brought to mind. The trees he planted there so thoughtfully are all growing while he is gone. G. V. F. I can scarcely realize that so bright, cheery, kind and vigorous a person as Mr. Wheeler was, has passed away. He was a noble and good man, a most valuable citizen, one of the most earnest, manly and consistent Christians I ever met, and one of the kindest-hearted and most genial of hosts and friends. Few men have I ever met in a social, hospitable way, whom I revered and honored so much as I did Mr. Wheeler. OLcttci-e. 41 His life was so full of good deeds, kindly acts, noble aims and substantial success and honors that it made a grand life history. And when the kind Father lias taken away some of the present bitter sorrow and enables you to look backwards and forwards, surely it will be some consolation to you to know, not only that your friends have shared in your sorrow and affliction, but that they and the community in which he lived and those who knew him throughout the land, think of him as a noble man, who was permitted to have a long and very useful life, and whose influence for morality, integrity and Christianity was felt by all around huii and all who knew him, and that that influence will continue on into the far future. Such a life, with such a record is indeed a noble heritage to hand down. ''& J. S. C. 42 Xctters. It is good of you to write me now, and to let me stand beside you in spirit as I do to-day while you lay your father's honored head upon its last pillow. My mind has been lately full of you all, and of the anticipation of seeing your unbroken circle ; and I cannot yet realize that he, the wise, tender, strong, genial father is missing from }'our head. I mourn with you. I rejoice with you ; but it is not for me to offer you words of consolation. You have already all that 'can give comfort. Never had an afflicted family such fountains to draw from. He, and you all, have long since learned to trust the will, the wisdom, the love of our Father in Heaven. You all had the blessed privilege of watching together beside him to his last sigh. You have the memory of his rare and beautiful life, and you have the blessedness of a singularly united family affec- tion, bound up in constant communion with Xctter^. 43 your sainted father for many years beyond the common privilege of life. May the God of all consolation give you comfort and peace. E. A. F. This morning's mail brings me a letter tell- ing me of all you have been called to go through in these last days, and that now God has taken your father home. The "word" that conies to me as I think of it is, "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints." I think I never before had such a sense of the comfort there is in those words. To think that those who go from us not only enter into " peace that passeth all understanding," but that they are waited for, looked for with joy, and that their entrance into their heavenly home is precious to their and our Father in Heaven. Should it not comfort our hearts ? 44 Xettere. You may know that I am looking forward to welcoming my sister here to-night. With all the joy this anticipation brings to me, it can only give me a feeble sense of that infinite joy of the Father's heart. Let us rejoice and be exceeding glad. The sorrow and the pain must come, but " thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." What more can I say after words of such deep comfort. "May the Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace." M. N. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA AT LOS ANGELES THE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY This book is DUE on the last date stamped below Form L-9-15»i-3,*34 UNIVERSITY of CALIFORNIA AT .- LOS ANGELES LIBRARY IW56C5 A discourse Jil2ieral_of Hon. Wm.F.WTieeler AA 000 661 706 2