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The Rev. Elisha Brooks Joyce,D.D.


      The Rev, T, A. Conover
        A SERMON

The Rev. Elisha Brooks Joyce,D.D.
            NEW BRUNSWICK, N. J.

   Preached on the Eve of All Saints Day
             October 31, 1926


        Rector of St. Bernard's Church
              Bernardsville, N, J.

                  ISSUED BY
            NEW BRUNSWICK, N. J.

               Minister, Priest, Steward
Bom November 14, 1857
Bachelor of Arts, Yale 1879
Bachelor of Divinity, General Theological Seminary 1882
Made Deacon, 1882
Ordained Priest, 1883
Rector Christ Church, New Brunswick, N. J., 1883
Doctor of Divinity, Rutgers 1916
Rector Emeritus, Christ Church, New Brunswick, N. J.,
Entered in Rest, July 13, 1926.

                A SERMON
Memorial to the Reverend Elisha Brooks Joyce, D. D.
 Preached in Christ Church, New Brunswick, N. J.
    On the Eve of All Saints Day, Oct. 31, 1926

         BY T HE REVEREND T. A. CONOVER , Rector
 of St. Bernard's Church, Bernardsville, N. J.

    "And Enoch walked with God"—Genesis 5-24

    Cardinal Newman said somewhere, "Let
those write about me who love me.* And it is
this thought that led me to accept the invitation
of your rector, and my very dear friend, to
preach the memorial sermon to your former rec-
tor. I have no greater qualifications for preach-
ing this sermon memorial to Dr. Joyce than that
I loved him. It is both a happy and grateful
task to me because I am preaching to those also
who loved him. It is certainly a sweet and
beautiful testimony of your love that after so
many years of enforced absence on account of
ill health, Dr. Joyce's memory is so real to you
that you have come in such numbers tonight to
pay with me our loving tribute to one whom we
shall always think of as "numbered among
God's saints in glory everlasting." It is your
interest and sympathy that makes easy my task
of calling to your minds some of the incidents
of those happy years when he went in and out
among us.
    It is a happy thing, too, that we should be
called together on the Eve of All Saints Day to
think of one of God's saints. I am quite certain
that most of us have not come yet to realize the
full value of the keeping of All Saints Day, If
you should go with me to visit the beautiful
city of Edinburgh, you would find that almost
every street corner has some statue or monument
to the great heroes of Scotland who have done
far more than we realize to protect the ideals of
our Anglo-Saxon race, and to inspire the rest
of us to lay down our lives for our brethren. If
you would go with me into Westminster Abbey
and stand over the stone where the heart of
Livingstone is buried, and see around you the
monuments again of those who have made Eng-
land and much of the civilized world what it is
today; if you could stand in St. Paul's Cathe-
dral by the tomb of "Chinese" Gordon, of
whom it was said, "He gave his strength to the
weak, his sympathy to the suffering, his sub-
stance to the poor, and his heart to God"; if
you should go with me to the quiet little village
of Hursley, and stand by the grave of John
Keble, that saint and sweet singer of the Angli-
can Communions; again, if you could stand
with me by the tomb of the Unknown Soldier
at Arlington amid the graves of many soldiers,
known and unknown; or, if you could stand
with Bishop Rowe and his Indians before the
granite cross which towers above the drifts and
snows of Alaska, marking the grave of Hudson
Stuck, you would be lifted up into a world
above, and your soul aspire to forget, for the
moment at least, this world of materialism in
which we live, forget for the moment the lure
of wealth and fame, forget for the moment the
pleasures which so often have filled your life,
and you would cry from the depths of your
heart, "Oh, God, to us may grace be given to
follow in their train."
   I say again that we should all be nobler and
purer souls if the tug of All Saints Day would
be part of our daily vision, or, if we could see
in the midst of the mud and smoke of the fierce
battle of life our Captain followed by his great
army of those who "love not their lives unto
   I cannot stand in the pulpit of this old church
without thought of the other great men who
preceded Dr. Joyce as rector of this church. For
instance, John Croes, who, in addition to his
duties as parish priest, gave the newly organized
Diocese of New Jersey his spiritual oversight.
For seventeen years he was both rector and
bishop. Again, think of Dr. Alfred Stubbs,
that staunch churchman and defender of the
faith, as well as the great and beloved pastor.
Surely to follow these men must have made
Brooks Joyce, a young man just ordained,
hesitate to accept the call of your vestry. But
in accepting this call, he heard the voice of
God, and answered "Here am I. Send me." It
was not his own strength or weakness that he
thought of. It was only of God and His work.
So in the very beginning of his work here "He
walked with God."
   It is rather interesting, is it not, that this
phrase "walking with God" should have been
used to describe the first saint mentioned in the
Bible? There is something more than beautiful
in the description, for in walking with a person
we cannot go ahead of him, nor can we lag
behind him; we must walk alongside of him.
Is it not true with many of us that we fail to be
saints because we run ahead with our own plans,
our own methods, our own ways, rather than
wait with patience to walk with God? Is it not
true again that many of us fail to be saints
because we do not keep pace with God in His
thought for the poor, for the sick, for the sin-
ful, and for those in heathen lands? We do
not keep pace with God in loving human beings
as He loves them* We church people are too apt
to look out on the unchurched world with the
eyes of criticism, rather than the eyes of love. It
is the saint who walks with God who is blind
to the faults of others in the light which shows
him his own shortcomings.
   We who knew Brooks Joyce can testify to
his patience as he waited for God; at the same
time his energy spurred his great desire not to
lag behind his Divine Companion. "He walked
with God," and God was his first and Great
Companion. The one human who shared all
his vision of life will forgive me if I recall an
incident which marked so clearly that not even
she or any human creature was dearer to him
than this Divine Companion with Whom he
daily walked. He was spending a few days at
our rectory in Bernardsville trying to recuper-
ate his strength, and one day he took from his
pocket a picture of his wife and said, "There is
my first and only love." And then quickly he
corrected himself and took from his pocket a
picture of Christ Church and said, "No, this is
my first love." This church was to him almost
God Himself. It was, at least, the outward and
visible sign of inward and spiritual life of God
Himself. Every stone was dear to him because
it was God's house, never because it was his own
church, and he gave to the people of this church
all that was in him—his fine literary talents, his
gracious and winsome manner, and all the
physical strength that he had. Even the suf-
ferings that he bore were all yours because they
first were God's, for
      "He who has felt that face of beauty,
         which wakes the world's great
         hymn, For one unutterable moment
     bent in
         love o'er him; In that look finds earth,
     heaven, men
         and angels distant grow and dim, In
     that look finds earth, heaven, men
         and angels nearer grow through
   God was the center of his beautiful family
life, God was the center of his happy parish life,
God was the secret of his unconscious influence
in the streets and alleys of this great city, as
well as in its halls of learning. Whether it was
as a prophet preaching to both rich and poor,
whether it was as a teacher in the church school,
or at the table of a parishioner, whether it was
as a priest in the services of the church, or
whether as its pastor in the rooms of the sick,
or in the homes of those in sorrow or trouble,
it was God Himself whose light and love were
reflected in his pale yet beautiful face.
    I shall never forget, nor can you who heard
him, the burning words which he spoke against
the luxury of the day while hundreds of God's
poor had scarce enough to live on. As a prophet
he saw as God saw because "he walked with
God." As a teacher of the Catholic Faith,
especially in his confirmation instructions, he
was not only orthodox, but inspiring. One
who is now a sister of the Community of St.
Mary, another, the remarkable leader of a
great group of women in our diocese, and still
another, a leader in the political affairs of our
state, bear witness that Dr. Joyce's teachings
inspired them to their life's vocations. Many
of us can remember the mission held by the
fathers of the Order of the Holy Cross, which
stirred the spiritual life of this city and
awakened many a half-dead soul in this parish
to the realization of Catholic truth.
   But notwithstanding Dr. Joyce's firm grasp
of the Catholic Faith, as this church hath re-
ceived it, his love for souls and his patience with
conservatism, his great Christian tact, and his
consideration for others who had not yet seen
things as he had seen them, were so great as to
show the real greatness of the man. In a truest
sense, he could not bear to lose or hurt anyone
of those whom God had given him. All his
teaching centered around God's love, and for
that reason he could not bear to "offend one of
these little ones who believed in Him." Love
was to him the central thought of Catholic
   Again, as a priest of the church, he "walked
with God." , Every detail of the services were
important to him because they concerned the
worship of the King. I remember distinctly the
gentle but firm way in which he would suggest
to me as lay reader, that I had substituted a
word in a prayer. He was almost too scrupu-
lous, some might have thought, in his minute
adherence to the rubrics of the Prayer Book, but
the reason was always based upon his lofty and
high ideals of the worship of the King. No in-
dividual or private interpretation found any
response in his heart. The Prayer Book was
to him far bigger than the individual opinion
of any man, because it represented to him the
thought of the whole church in its relation to
God. Again, when as priest, he brought God's
forgiveness and blessing through the Sacraments
to his people, it was so sacred to him that it
was almost as if God's hands were touching his.
"The place whereon he stood was holy ground."
    Then, as your pastor, as the shepherd who
loved his sheep, he "walked with God." As
with the Great Shepherd of us all, the sick, the
sorrowing, the sinful, the poor, were his first
love. Perhaps because almost all of you have
had him come to your home in sickness or sor-
row, you would say that this was the greatest
of all his work among you. Whether he had
the physical strength actually to go in person to
every soul who needed him or not, I believe
that not a person in his parish suffered that he
did not suffer with him; and all this simply
because he "walked with God"
    He was not just a humanitarian, anxious to
 relieve pain because he could not bear to see
 people suffer, but he saw your sufferings and he
 bore them upon his heart after the manner of
 the Good Shepherd of us all. Can you wonder
 then that two priests, one, the rector of a very
 "advanced" church in our own state, the other,
 the rector of a large evangelical parish in an-
 other state, should both write of him, "he was
 my ideal* Doesn't it show that when a man
really walks with God, high and low, rich and
poor want to follow him?
   No appreciation of this simple, earnest parish
priest would be complete without some men-
tion, at least, of his gifts to the diocese and gen-
eral church. His great devotion to his own
parish did not make him selfish parochially.
For years he gave his talents of learning and
education to the diocese as one of the bishop's
examining chaplains, and his zeal for the mis-
sionary cause of the church, both in this diocese
and in all the world, was too well known to
you for me to dwell upon it, and it was cer-
tainly no fault of his if this parish ever failed
in its missionary vision and giving.
   Further, no appreciation of Brooks Joyce as
a parish priest would be complete without some
tribute to his charming personality as a man.
Men who knew him both at college and at the
seminary, and who gave him the affectionate
nickname of "Bish," have borne witness to his
influence among them. "He never preached to
us" they wrote. "He was always one with us,
but the unconscious influence of his beautiful
character was something we can never forget."
This trait, recognized in his college days, grew
only the stronger in the years that followed.
   Brooks Joyce was always a Christian gentle-
man. I doubt if anyone ever saw him do an
ungentle thing, or say an ungentle word. And
we can never forget his real sense of humor,
that which makes all men akin. Both saint and
sinner enjoy a good story. We all like a good
laugh. Perhaps this side of Dr. Joyce was not
known to you all, but if you could have seen
him with the fathers of the Holy Cross after
their work was done at ten or eleven o'clock at
night, splitting their sides with laughter and
good humor over the stories they told each other,
or, again, if you could have been with him as
he told some humorous incidents that had
crossed his path during the day, or if you had
seen him in the bosom of his family, or in some
happy social gathering, you would have seen
that beneath that rather serious look that char-
acterized him in the hours of duty, was a happy
humor which must, I think, characterize all
those who really walk with God.
   But Brooks Joyce was a man before he was
a gentleman. He was a man before he was a
prophet, a priest or a pastor. He had those
remarkable qualities which make a real man—
loyalty and courage. You never had a more
loyal friend. If he once were your friend you
never had to ask him to stand up for you. He
was loyal to each and every one of you, cost
what it might. He was loyal to your parish,
cost what it did—his health and his life. He
was loyal to the church, to his Master, and
bore the marks of that loyalty with him to the
end. He was brave, he never flinched from his
duty, and you know it. If he had a difficult
thing to say to you, he said it, whether from
the pulpit or in private. If it was difficult to
stand up for the faith, or for his friends, he
did it. And if he had to bear suffering, physi-
cal, mental or spiritual, he bore it as a good
soldier of Jesus Christ. We, who knew him at
all, know the pain he suffered because his splen-
did energy had so little outlet through a weak
physical body. How he could have borne as
bravely as he did his physical handicaps when
his spiritual vision of his work here led him on
and on is more than I can understand. To me
it was a test of supreme spiritual character.
   When we see things as we ought we shall
understand that it is not the multitude of things
we do for God and the church that is going to
help the world half as much as things we suffer
for Him. I firmly believe that it was St.
Stephen's sufferings and the look on his face, as
that of an angel, that converted St. Paul more
than St. Stephen's speech, or even his work
among the poor. Did not our Master Himself
say, "And I, if I be lifted up, will draw all men
unto Me"? Our Lord with both hands and
feet nailed to the cross did more for the world
than when His feet were free to walk on errands
of mercy, and His hands free to touch the leper,
and the sinner.
   Is there not some beautiful connection be-
tween those who have suffered for their Master,
and All Saints Day? Is not the idea of the
martyr interwoven inseparably almost with that
of the true saint? And so we leave this saint
of God with the sweet memory in our minds of
the way he bore the cross. His body rests under
the shade of the church which he loved more
than he could life. His soul is waiting in Para-
dise for those he loved and still loves. And
will not one of the rays of the setting sun that
will guide you, as you "go West" with other
Christian soldiers, be, that he, with others
whom you have loved long since and lost
awhile, will be standing there to greet you on
the other side of the hill. The joys of Heaven
will be richer for the friendships we have made
on earth. And as we come tomorrow morning,
and every All Saints Day morning, to make our
communion with our dear Lord and Master,
and with all His saints, shall we not feel that
we are knit together in fellowship with him,
once our beloved pastor, always our friend who
"walked with God."
   O God, who on the mount didst reveal to
chosen witnesses thine only begotten Son won-
derfully transfigured, in raiment white and
glistening, mercifully grant that Elisha Brooks
Joyce, being delivered from the disquietude of
this world, may be permitted to behold the King
in His beauty, who with thee, O Father, and
thee, O Holy Ghost, liveth and reigneth, one
God, world without end. Amen.

1742. Parish organized as a mission of the Church of
        England. 1745. Lot corner Church and Queens
(Neilson) streets,
        deeded by Philip French, Esq. Church building
1750. Rev. Thomas Wood installed as missionary.
1753. Rev. Samuel Seabury, missionary.
1758. Rev. Robert McKean, missionary.
1759. Church Lottery.
1761. Incorporation of the parish by Royal Charter
         (George III).
1763. Rev. Robert McKean resigned. Hon. Edward An
        till, lay reader, in charge.
1764. Rev. Leonard Cutting, minister in charge.
1767. Rev. Abraham Beach, rector.
1773. Church repaired. 1785. Rev. John Hamilton
Rowland, rector. 1787. Rev. George Ogilvie, rector.
First organ purchased. 1791. Rev. Henry Van Dyke,
1799. Rev. John Hobart, missionary in charge. Lottery.
1800. Rev. Charles Cotton, rector.
1801. Rt. Rev. John Croes, rector. Rev. John Croes was
        made the first bishop of the diocese of New Jersey,
        1815, retaining the rectorship of Christ Church
1803. Spire of Church destroyed by lightning.
1814. Interior of Church remodeled.
1828. Sunday School organized.
1829. Coal introduced for the heating of the Church.
1832. Death of Rev. John Croes.
        Rev. John Croes, Jr., rector.
1839. Rev. Alfred Stubbs, rector. 1846. Rectory, 100
Bayard street, purchased. 1852. Church taken down
(except the tower), enlarged and rebuilt.
1861. Mission of St. John the Evangelist established.
1874. Brick Parish Building (old Parish House) erected.
1883. Death of Rev. Alfred Stubbs. Rev. E. B. Joyce,

                   REV. E. B. JOYCE
      1882. Assistant to Rev. Alfred Stubbs. Minister
              in charge December 12th.
      1883. Instituted rector, November 7th.
      1884. Church renovated.
     1890. Boyd property, Neilson and Paterson streets,
              Church renovated.
     1891. Mission of Holy Cross Fathers.
      1892. Purchase of rectory, 56 Bayard street.
      1894. Vested choir introduced Easter Day.
      1897. Benediction of new Parish House, Neilson
              and Paterson streets. 1905. New organ
      installed. 1912.       Highland Park Sunday
      School formed.
               Iron fence erected around Church property.
      1916. Made rector emeritus.
1916. Rev. Herbert Parrish, rector. Renovation of
1919. Inauguration of Endowment Fund. (Present
      status of endowment fund nearly $150,000, of
      which the larger proportion is held in trust until
      five years after the death of Mr. Wm. H. Leupp).
1920. Rood screen installed.
1922. New altar installed.
1923. Altar lamp installed.
1924. New organ installed in the gallery. Purchase of
      property at 7 Paterson street.
New Cloister Way from Church to Parish House. 1926.
Oil burner heater installed in Parish House. Death of
Rev. E. B. Joyce.

                  CHRIST CHURCH
1750. Rev. Thomas Wood
1754. Rev. Samuel Seabury
1760. Rev. Robert McKean
1764. Rev. Leonard Cutting
1767. Rev. Abraham Beach
1784. Rev. Hamilton Rowland
1787. Rev. George Ogilvie
1791. Rev. Henry Van Dyke
1799. Rev. John Henry Hobart
1800. Rev. Charles Cotton
1801. Rev. John Croes
1832. Rev. John Croes, Jr.
1839. Rev. Alfred Stubbs
1883. Rev. Elisha Brooks Joyce (Rector Emeritus, 1916)
1916. Rev. Herbert Parrish

               From Records of Yale College.
   Elisha Brooks Joyce; born November 14, 1857, in
York City. Parents: father, James Follett Joyce, a mer-
chant ; member New York Produce Exchange; mother,
Harriet (Joyce) Joyce; of English ancestry.
   Education—Charlier Institute, New York City; also
prepared under a private tutor. Yale College second col-
loquy appointment Junior year; first colloquy appointment
Senior year; an editor Yale Courant; member Kappa
Sigma Epsilon and Delta Kappa Epsilon. Graduated
Yale College, B.A. 1879.
   Bachelor Divinity, General Theological Seminary, New
York City, 1882 (one of three essayists at graduation) ;
during his course there had charge of a mission chapel;
ordained to the deaconate soon after graduation from the
seminary, and in June, 1882, took charge of St. Mark's
Church, Brooklyn, N. Y., for the summer. October,
1882, became assistant in Christ Church, New Bruns-
wick, N. J., and, on the death of the rector, Dr. Alfred
Stubbs, was made minister-in-charge December 12, 1882;
ordained as a priest May 20, 1883, and instituted as rector
November 7, 1883; remained with that church until forced
by ill health to retire in 1916, when made rector emeritus.
Served as examining chaplain of Diocese of New Jersey
for many years and as trustee of General Theological
Seminary. Doctor Divinity Rutgers College 1916; lived
in Basking Ridge, N. J. 1917-1922, during that period
served for a time as assistant minister of St. Bernard's
Church, Bernardsville, N. J. After 1922 lived in New
Haven, Conn., where he was a communicant of the Church
of St. James the Apostle.
   Married June 27, 1888, in Watkins, N. Y., Sarah
Rebecca, daughter of Josiah and Sarah (Hewette) Davis.
Children: Hewette Elwell, and Dorothy, the wife of
Frederick L. Sexton.
   Death, due to a cerebral hemorrhage, followed arterios-
 clorosis and paralysis. Buried in churchyard of Christ
Church, New Brunswick. Survived by wife, son, daugh-
ter and three grandchildren.
       From The Living Church, July 31, 1926 The Rev.
Elisha Brooks Joyce, D.D., rector emeritus of Christ
Church, New Brunswick, N. J., died at his home in New
Haven, Conn., Tuesday morning, July 13. The funeral
was held at Christ Church, New Brunswick, Friday
afternoon, with interment in the adjoining churchyard.
  The late Dr. Joyce was a graduate of Yale and of the
General Theological Seminary, and held the degree of
Doctor of Divinity from Rutgers College. He was
ordained deacon in 1882 by Bishop Horatio Potter and
priest the following year, upon his graduation from the
seminary, by Bishop Scarborough. His ministry was
exercised at St. Mark's Church, Brooklyn, N. Y., Christ
Church, New Brunswick, N. J., and St. Bernard's Church,
Bernardsville, N. J. He had been retired and living in
New Haven since 1916.
     From The Living Church, August 21, 1926 On
Friday, July 16, under the eaves of old Christ Church,
New Brunswick, N. J., where he had been rector for more
than thirty years, the body of Elisha Brooks Joyce was
laid to rest. His passing released him from a long illness,
brought on by overwork; and although on that account he
had not been in New Brunswick for seven years, a large
number of his former parishioners and brother clergy
assisted the bishops of the diocese in their service of love to
one so peculiarly marked among us as a "faithful priest
and beloved pastor," sorrowing most of all that they
should see his face no more,—his face, which had
been to us but the mirror of the light within, that shone
out so beautifully in his spiritual preaching and in his
daily walk among us. The people of New Brunswick
and all who knew him in the diocese and beyond can
never forget the beauty and the power of his spirit.
   Dr. Joyce was born in New York City, November 14,
1857; was graduated from Yale in 1879, and from the
General Theological Seminary in 1882, and spent his
entire ministry at Christ Church, becoming rector emeri-
us in 1916. He received the honorary degree of Doctor
of Divinity from Rutgers College in recognition of his
wonderful ministry in the college town. In 1888, Dr.
Joyce married Sarah R. Davis, of Watkins glen, N. Y.
Jr. Their children are Hewette Elwell Joyce, assistant
professor of English at Dartmouth College, and Dorothy
(Mrs. Frederick L. Sexton), who lives in New Haven,
Conn., where Dr. Joyce has made his home these ast
     May he, ''being delivered from the disquietude of this
       , be permitted to see the King in His beauty."

          From The Churchman, August 14, 1926
   His whole ministry was spent in the one field. There
are visible results in brick and stone, in statistics of
growth, to testify to its success in these respects. But
because these were always secondary in his mind to a
greater ambition, the finer success was also his in the
building of his own love and faith into the lives of men.
He was pre-eminently the pastor, the shepherd of souls.
It was not an artificial, but a wholly natural relationship.
His personal charm, his culture, his human sympathy and
interest made him first of all a friend; but by his deep
spirituality he drew his friends to God "with cords of a
man, with bands of love." For this reason his long
pastorate in the one field never lost its color and radiance;
and to many a young man it has been a reassuring and
persuasive witness to the reality of the Christian ministry.
   He has found "a sweet employment in the spacious
fields of eternity," but not the least of his immortality is
in the souls of those men and women and children to
whom he gave so generously in thirty years of service the
richest of all gifts, a self inspired of God.

      Extracts from History of Middlesex County,
                     Vol. I, page 233
  The Rev. E. B. Joyce came to Christ Church Parish
while yet in deacon's orders, as assistant to the Rev.
Alfred Stubbs, in 1882; at the death of Dr. Stubbs he
was called to the rectorship (1883). Under his guidance
the congregation moved forward spiritually and materially,
and was marked by an increase in church attendance and
interest in the service and work of the parish. He formed
many parish organizations and guided their work. The
church was renovated throughout, hardwood floors put in,
a new pulpit and chancel furniture installed. In 1894, he
formed a surpliced choir of male voices under charge of
Prof. George W. Wilrnot. In 1892 a new rectory was
purchased at 56 Bayard street; in 1897 a new and com-
modious parish house was erected at the corner of Neilson
and Paterson streets. An innovation at the time was the
organization of young men called Christ Church Club,
who gave attention not only to the parish and church
affairs, literature and the like, but who installed a bowling
alley, gymnasium and poolroom.
   A week of service commemorating the 150th anniver-
sary of the church was held in 1892.
   While all of Mr. Joyce's efforts were far from sen-
sational, a sermon delivered in 1890 attracted widespread
attention and was published in pamphlet form by the Cen-
tral Nationalist Club. This was a sermon on the text,
"Am I My Brother's Keeper ?" In this sermon the rela-
tions between capital and labor and the church's duty
therein were discussed in a way that was markedly pro-
phetic of the discussions so abundant in later years.
   During his rectorship, early celebrations of Holy Com-
munion each Sunday, were instituted, and for a time daily
services were held in the church.
   Mr. Joyce graduated from Yale College and the General
Theological Seminary, and in 1916, the degree of Doctor
of Divinity was conferred upon him toy Rutgers College.
Failing health compelled Mr. Joyce to resign his rector -
ship (1916), and he was made rector emeritus.

    From New Brunswick Home News, July 14, 1926
   Rev. Elisha Brooks Joyce, for many years rector of
the old historic Christ Church, this city, passed away at
his home, 977 Whaley avenue, New Haven, Conn., yester-
day, after suffering some time from paralysis.
   After giving up the rectorship of Christ Church because
of ill health, Mr. Joyce was made rector emeritus. From
New Brunswick the Joyces went to Basking Ridge and
later to New Haven, Conn., to make their permanent
   Rev. Joyce came to this city from the General Theo-
logcal Seminary in 1882, and in 1883 was made rector.
Christ Church was his only charge. He was beloved by
his people, and the church prospered greatly under his
guidance. Mr. Joyce married Miss Sarah Davis of
Watkins, N. Y., who survives him, together with two chil-
dren, Prof. Hewette Joyce of Dartmouth College, and a
daughter, Dorothy, wife of a prominent New Haven man.
Mr. Joyce was a member of Goodwill Council, Jr. O. U.
A. M., of this city.

Editorial in New Brunswick Home News, July 15, 1926
   Beside the church of which he was rector for so many
years, and the only church which he ever served, Rev.
E. B. Joyce will be laid at rest here tomorrow. Upon
completing his course in the General Theological Semi-
nary he was made rector of Christ Episcopal Church in
this city in 1883, and for over thirty years he and his
congregation worked together for the advancement of
the kingdom and the prosperity of the church both greatly
loved, a work in which their zealous labors were pro-
ductive of good results. Ill health forced him to give up
the ministry and he left this city with the best wishes of
the townspeople with whom he had been associated for
a considerable length of time. His death is deeply
regretted by his many friends here. He was a firm
believer in Christianity and eager to aid those in need,
as would the Master, whom he served, have done. The
influence of such a life cannot help but be of benefit to

   From New Brunswick Home News, July 17, 1926
   The funeral of Rev. Elisha Brooks Joyce, rector
emeritus of Christ Episcopal Church, this city, who died
at his home on Whaley avenue, New Haven, Conn., was
held from Christ Church, this city, Friday afternoon,
July 16, and was very largely attended. Bishop Paul
Matthews, Bishop Albion Knight, Archdeacon Shepherd
of Trenton, Rev. Thomas A. Conover of Bernardsville,
and Rev. Herbert Parrish, rector of Christ Church, par-
ticipated in the service.
   A special choir sang favorite hymns of the deceased.
The vestrymen of the church acted as honorary pall-
bearers. The floral tributes were unusually beautiful.
Interment was in the churchyard near the main entrance
to the church, in a plot beside the tomb of General
Anthony White of Revolutionary days.
   The edifice was filled with friends of the late rector,
many old families coming from a long distance to pay
their last respects to a rector who had been dearly loved
throughout his charge at Christ Church. Undertaker
Quackenboss & Son directed.


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