First Known Use of the Word Was in 1880

Crematorium:

Where laurel hedges hide the coal and coke
   Our lawn-surrounded crematorium lies;
And every half-an-hour a puff of smoke
   Shows what we loved dissolving in the skies—
   Dear hands, dear feet, dear laughter-lighted eyes
And smiling lips which waited for a joke.

Now no one seems to know quite what to say:
   Friends are so altered by the passing years—
Well anyhow it’s not so cold today
   And thus we try to dissipate our fears.
I am the Resurrection and the Life!
Strong, sly, and painful, doubt inserts its knife.

John Betjeman.