Age 74 years. Buried February 5, 1872.
Daily National Republican
Monday, February 5, 1872
Death Of Rev. Dr. Hamilton
No event which has occurred in the community for years past has caused a more universal gloom than the death of the venerable Rev. William Hamilton, on Saturday morning – a feeling which was enhanced by the sudden and unforeseen manner of his death.
It appears that while on his way to the Patent Office, about 9 o’clock in the morning, he slipped and feel near the corner of Maryland Avenue and Eighth Street, causing such a shock to his nervous system as to produce congestion of the brain, from which death ensued in a few moments.
He was in the seventy-fourth year of his age, a widower (Mrs. Hamilton having died two years ago) and had two daughters – one the wife of Rev. Dr. O.H. Tiffany, a distinguished clergyman, now pastor of a church in Newark, New Jersey and the other and youngest unmarried and residing with him at his residence on Maryland Avenue.
On Friday evening Mrs. Tiffany reached Washington on a visit to her father and thus both daughters were present to receive the news of the sad event. The deceased was born near Greencastle, Pennsylvania and in 1818 entered the Baltimore conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church as a minister, since which time he has served in the following stations and circuits: Auckwick, Huntingdon, Winchester (2 years); City Station, Baltimore, Foundry (2 years); Winchester (2 years); Baltimore City, East Baltimore, City Station, Carlisle district (presiding elder, 3 years); City Station (2 years); Foundry (2 years); Georgetown (2 years); Winchester (2 years); North Baltimore, City Station (each 2 years); Baltimore circuit, Potomac district (P.E. 4 years); McKendree, Caroline Street, Baltimore, Baltimore (2 years each); Baltimore district (P.E. 4 years); McKendree, Union Square and Franklin Street (each 2 years); Ryland Chapel, South Washington, his last charge (3 years) making a total of actual service of fifty years.
Since the termination of his connection with the conference he has preached regularly, sometimes twice a day, delivering addresses before Sabbath schools and performing the work of a regular minister. He was engaged to preach the day following his death.
Mrs. Hamilton died on Saturday evening, at 9 o’clock, February 5, two years ago and her husband at 9 o’clock in the morning on Saturday, February 3 and will be buried February 5.
The last sermon delivered by Dr. Hamilton was preached in Ryland Chapel, from the 12th, 13th and 14th verses of the 92d Psalm: The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Those that He planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts of our God. They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing.
The sermon was very impressive and the minister never preached with more vigor and earnestness. What a portraiture of his own life!
He entered the ministry at so early a day as to be properly classed among the pioneers of Methodism. He gave his whole life to the service of his Master, fulfilling the command of the Savior, going promptly where duty called, regardless of emolument, being faithful in service and when he left the conference, being without a competency, was compelled to accept a clerkship. Here his devotion to duty was still further manifested, for, notwithstanding the inclemency of the weather, (a reason that would be effective to many young men,) he attempted to walk to his office and passed to his final reward. Mr. Hamilton, though a man in everything that was essential to Christian manhood, was, in his tastes and habits, as simple as a child.
No one that was brought in contact with him and there is not a Methodist family in the District that was not and many families of other denominations, but will retain the impressions of his gentleness and goodness. Among the young, especially the young men, he was a marked favorite. There was no fault finding or censoriousness about him. He impressed the young with his example and in this way won their affection.
As a minister he stood high in the conference, challenging the respect and winning the affection of his associates. In the community the feeling of grief is universal, each family treasuring some pleasant recollection of him, which forms the theme of present conversation. A life of perfect Christian usefulness has been brought to a close, but the record of that life still remains. It is not a death, but a translation from earth to Heaven. Of him it may be said:
His ready smile a parent’s warmth expressed,
Their welfare pleased him and their cares distress’d;
To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given,
But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven.
As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm,
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Daily National Republican
Monday, February 5, 1872
Death Of Rev. Dr. Hamilton
No event which has occurred in the community for years past has caused a more universal gloom than the death of the venerable Rev. William Hamilton, on Saturday morning – a feeling which was enhanced by the sudden and unforeseen manner of his death.
It appears that while on his way to the Patent Office, about 9 o’clock in the morning, he slipped and feel near the corner of Maryland Avenue and Eighth Street, causing such a shock to his nervous system as to produce congestion of the brain, from which death ensued in a few moments.
He was in the seventy-fourth year of his age, a widower (Mrs. Hamilton having died two years ago) and had two daughters – one the wife of Rev. Dr. O.H. Tiffany, a distinguished clergyman, now pastor of a church in Newark, New Jersey and the other and youngest unmarried and residing with him at his residence on Maryland Avenue.
On Friday evening Mrs. Tiffany reached Washington on a visit to her father and thus both daughters were present to receive the news of the sad event. The deceased was born near Greencastle, Pennsylvania and in 1818 entered the Baltimore conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church as a minister, since which time he has served in the following stations and circuits: Auckwick, Huntingdon, Winchester (2 years); City Station, Baltimore, Foundry (2 years); Winchester (2 years); Baltimore City, East Baltimore, City Station, Carlisle district (presiding elder, 3 years); City Station (2 years); Foundry (2 years); Georgetown (2 years); Winchester (2 years); North Baltimore, City Station (each 2 years); Baltimore circuit, Potomac district (P.E. 4 years); McKendree, Caroline Street, Baltimore, Baltimore (2 years each); Baltimore district (P.E. 4 years); McKendree, Union Square and Franklin Street (each 2 years); Ryland Chapel, South Washington, his last charge (3 years) making a total of actual service of fifty years.
Since the termination of his connection with the conference he has preached regularly, sometimes twice a day, delivering addresses before Sabbath schools and performing the work of a regular minister. He was engaged to preach the day following his death.
Mrs. Hamilton died on Saturday evening, at 9 o’clock, February 5, two years ago and her husband at 9 o’clock in the morning on Saturday, February 3 and will be buried February 5.
The last sermon delivered by Dr. Hamilton was preached in Ryland Chapel, from the 12th, 13th and 14th verses of the 92d Psalm: The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Those that He planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts of our God. They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing.
The sermon was very impressive and the minister never preached with more vigor and earnestness. What a portraiture of his own life!
He entered the ministry at so early a day as to be properly classed among the pioneers of Methodism. He gave his whole life to the service of his Master, fulfilling the command of the Savior, going promptly where duty called, regardless of emolument, being faithful in service and when he left the conference, being without a competency, was compelled to accept a clerkship. Here his devotion to duty was still further manifested, for, notwithstanding the inclemency of the weather, (a reason that would be effective to many young men,) he attempted to walk to his office and passed to his final reward. Mr. Hamilton, though a man in everything that was essential to Christian manhood, was, in his tastes and habits, as simple as a child.
No one that was brought in contact with him and there is not a Methodist family in the District that was not and many families of other denominations, but will retain the impressions of his gentleness and goodness. Among the young, especially the young men, he was a marked favorite. There was no fault finding or censoriousness about him. He impressed the young with his example and in this way won their affection.
As a minister he stood high in the conference, challenging the respect and winning the affection of his associates. In the community the feeling of grief is universal, each family treasuring some pleasant recollection of him, which forms the theme of present conversation. A life of perfect Christian usefulness has been brought to a close, but the record of that life still remains. It is not a death, but a translation from earth to Heaven. Of him it may be said:
His ready smile a parent’s warmth expressed,
Their welfare pleased him and their cares distress’d;
To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given,
But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven.
As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm,
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Age 74 years. Buried February 5, 1872.
Daily National Republican
Monday, February 5, 1872
Death Of Rev. Dr. Hamilton
No event which has occurred in the community for years past has caused a more universal gloom than the death of the venerable Rev. William Hamilton, on Saturday morning – a feeling which was enhanced by the sudden and unforeseen manner of his death.
It appears that while on his way to the Patent Office, about 9 o’clock in the morning, he slipped and feel near the corner of Maryland Avenue and Eighth Street, causing such a shock to his nervous system as to produce congestion of the brain, from which death ensued in a few moments.
He was in the seventy-fourth year of his age, a widower (Mrs. Hamilton having died two years ago) and had two daughters – one the wife of Rev. Dr. O.H. Tiffany, a distinguished clergyman, now pastor of a church in Newark, New Jersey and the other and youngest unmarried and residing with him at his residence on Maryland Avenue.
On Friday evening Mrs. Tiffany reached Washington on a visit to her father and thus both daughters were present to receive the news of the sad event. The deceased was born near Greencastle, Pennsylvania and in 1818 entered the Baltimore conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church as a minister, since which time he has served in the following stations and circuits: Auckwick, Huntingdon, Winchester (2 years); City Station, Baltimore, Foundry (2 years); Winchester (2 years); Baltimore City, East Baltimore, City Station, Carlisle district (presiding elder, 3 years); City Station (2 years); Foundry (2 years); Georgetown (2 years); Winchester (2 years); North Baltimore, City Station (each 2 years); Baltimore circuit, Potomac district (P.E. 4 years); McKendree, Caroline Street, Baltimore, Baltimore (2 years each); Baltimore district (P.E. 4 years); McKendree, Union Square and Franklin Street (each 2 years); Ryland Chapel, South Washington, his last charge (3 years) making a total of actual service of fifty years.
Since the termination of his connection with the conference he has preached regularly, sometimes twice a day, delivering addresses before Sabbath schools and performing the work of a regular minister. He was engaged to preach the day following his death.
Mrs. Hamilton died on Saturday evening, at 9 o’clock, February 5, two years ago and her husband at 9 o’clock in the morning on Saturday, February 3 and will be buried February 5.
The last sermon delivered by Dr. Hamilton was preached in Ryland Chapel, from the 12th, 13th and 14th verses of the 92d Psalm: The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Those that He planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts of our God. They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing.
The sermon was very impressive and the minister never preached with more vigor and earnestness. What a portraiture of his own life!
He entered the ministry at so early a day as to be properly classed among the pioneers of Methodism. He gave his whole life to the service of his Master, fulfilling the command of the Savior, going promptly where duty called, regardless of emolument, being faithful in service and when he left the conference, being without a competency, was compelled to accept a clerkship. Here his devotion to duty was still further manifested, for, notwithstanding the inclemency of the weather, (a reason that would be effective to many young men,) he attempted to walk to his office and passed to his final reward. Mr. Hamilton, though a man in everything that was essential to Christian manhood, was, in his tastes and habits, as simple as a child.
No one that was brought in contact with him and there is not a Methodist family in the District that was not and many families of other denominations, but will retain the impressions of his gentleness and goodness. Among the young, especially the young men, he was a marked favorite. There was no fault finding or censoriousness about him. He impressed the young with his example and in this way won their affection.
As a minister he stood high in the conference, challenging the respect and winning the affection of his associates. In the community the feeling of grief is universal, each family treasuring some pleasant recollection of him, which forms the theme of present conversation. A life of perfect Christian usefulness has been brought to a close, but the record of that life still remains. It is not a death, but a translation from earth to Heaven. Of him it may be said:
His ready smile a parent’s warmth expressed,
Their welfare pleased him and their cares distress’d;
To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given,
But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven.
As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm,
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Daily National Republican
Monday, February 5, 1872
Death Of Rev. Dr. Hamilton
No event which has occurred in the community for years past has caused a more universal gloom than the death of the venerable Rev. William Hamilton, on Saturday morning – a feeling which was enhanced by the sudden and unforeseen manner of his death.
It appears that while on his way to the Patent Office, about 9 o’clock in the morning, he slipped and feel near the corner of Maryland Avenue and Eighth Street, causing such a shock to his nervous system as to produce congestion of the brain, from which death ensued in a few moments.
He was in the seventy-fourth year of his age, a widower (Mrs. Hamilton having died two years ago) and had two daughters – one the wife of Rev. Dr. O.H. Tiffany, a distinguished clergyman, now pastor of a church in Newark, New Jersey and the other and youngest unmarried and residing with him at his residence on Maryland Avenue.
On Friday evening Mrs. Tiffany reached Washington on a visit to her father and thus both daughters were present to receive the news of the sad event. The deceased was born near Greencastle, Pennsylvania and in 1818 entered the Baltimore conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church as a minister, since which time he has served in the following stations and circuits: Auckwick, Huntingdon, Winchester (2 years); City Station, Baltimore, Foundry (2 years); Winchester (2 years); Baltimore City, East Baltimore, City Station, Carlisle district (presiding elder, 3 years); City Station (2 years); Foundry (2 years); Georgetown (2 years); Winchester (2 years); North Baltimore, City Station (each 2 years); Baltimore circuit, Potomac district (P.E. 4 years); McKendree, Caroline Street, Baltimore, Baltimore (2 years each); Baltimore district (P.E. 4 years); McKendree, Union Square and Franklin Street (each 2 years); Ryland Chapel, South Washington, his last charge (3 years) making a total of actual service of fifty years.
Since the termination of his connection with the conference he has preached regularly, sometimes twice a day, delivering addresses before Sabbath schools and performing the work of a regular minister. He was engaged to preach the day following his death.
Mrs. Hamilton died on Saturday evening, at 9 o’clock, February 5, two years ago and her husband at 9 o’clock in the morning on Saturday, February 3 and will be buried February 5.
The last sermon delivered by Dr. Hamilton was preached in Ryland Chapel, from the 12th, 13th and 14th verses of the 92d Psalm: The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Those that He planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts of our God. They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing.
The sermon was very impressive and the minister never preached with more vigor and earnestness. What a portraiture of his own life!
He entered the ministry at so early a day as to be properly classed among the pioneers of Methodism. He gave his whole life to the service of his Master, fulfilling the command of the Savior, going promptly where duty called, regardless of emolument, being faithful in service and when he left the conference, being without a competency, was compelled to accept a clerkship. Here his devotion to duty was still further manifested, for, notwithstanding the inclemency of the weather, (a reason that would be effective to many young men,) he attempted to walk to his office and passed to his final reward. Mr. Hamilton, though a man in everything that was essential to Christian manhood, was, in his tastes and habits, as simple as a child.
No one that was brought in contact with him and there is not a Methodist family in the District that was not and many families of other denominations, but will retain the impressions of his gentleness and goodness. Among the young, especially the young men, he was a marked favorite. There was no fault finding or censoriousness about him. He impressed the young with his example and in this way won their affection.
As a minister he stood high in the conference, challenging the respect and winning the affection of his associates. In the community the feeling of grief is universal, each family treasuring some pleasant recollection of him, which forms the theme of present conversation. A life of perfect Christian usefulness has been brought to a close, but the record of that life still remains. It is not a death, but a translation from earth to Heaven. Of him it may be said:
His ready smile a parent’s warmth expressed,
Their welfare pleased him and their cares distress’d;
To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given,
But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven.
As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm,
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
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