We cheerfully dedicate it to the fathers who chose this beautiful resting-place, so like that of the Pilgrim Fathers at Plymouth Rock, pioneers and partakers in a like faith, and a like appreciation of the beautiful in nature. We dedicate it to those lion-hearted men, who have left us a glorious inheritance-who, while "The heavy night hung dark The woods and waters o'er," and often over their dearest hopes, still sang the songs of Zion, And prayed in their Bethel, the shade of the Rock. We dedicate it with full souls on this "Holy ground, The spot where first they trod! They have left unstained what here they found, pure We dedicate it to them for their toils and labors for the establishment of "the faith once delivered to the saints," for their lives, for their earnest zeal, for their pious teachings, for their shining examples. We dedicate it as a sacred memento of themas a solemn duty to ourselves. We dedicate it, that our children and children's children may learn to follow in the way of the holy dead. We dedicate it, that it may be "a rule unto ourselves,” inviting us to pursue "the things that make for peace," and pleasantness, so that when we shall have entered into our rest, and another century shall have rolled its ceaseless round, our descendants may revere our memory as we do that of the fathers so long ago translated. Spirits of our fathers, long since ascended unto glory at the right hand of God! Spirits of the just made perfect! Do you hear us in your blest abodes on high? Do you note our filial aspirations to-day? Are you hovering over us as our guardian angels? Tell us not that when good men carried your bodies to the burial, and wept over these graves, you knew not, heeded not-the tears of affection! Are you pleased with our tribute of love? Are you not smiling upon us this very hour, soothing our spirits, as we offer to you this memorial our hands have made, and lift to you our filial hearts? Were you ever, while here below, afflicted with trivial contests and bitter recriminations—or, rather did not your great hearts always glow with love and kindness to all? Do you look in pity upon us, when discord arises, and brethren disagree? Do you love us in your far-away paradise? Oh! we believe, yes-we believe in the beautiful doctrine of guardian angels! "In heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father?" "You're with us yet, ye holy dead! By a thousand signs we know! Next followed the Dedicatory Poem, of which the following is, a copy, with slight omissions: Ah, how doth that appear? That a lawyer lacks brains, is what often may be, "Nay, 'tis your brains he wants." 66 Ah, Home, search the world round, go east and go west, Take all that is purest and sweetest and best; Take the world's wealth, its grandeur, it's strength, and it's fame, And, if other good is, fling in all ye can name; For one hour in that spot, one glad thrill of the boy, We would willingly give all the world calls it's joy. What shadows we are, and what shadows pursue," Take one fact to this point. Just go back eighty years, Yes, what shadows we are, and what shadows pursue, Their flocks round these hills, on these pastures to feed ; We stand on their ashes! methinks as we gaze, Is it nothing to stand on the graves of such men! Come no thoughts up? no pictures of scenes stirring then? To tell us of life, throbbing life that was here? God appoints for each soul, in his love, or his wrath? "Tis a beautiful part, as we stand here to-day, There was reverend age with its locks white and thin, And they had all those cares, and those dreams, too, perchance, There were some sad eyes there, that the hot tears had burned, Unless faith brought it down from that sunnier shore. Yet a beautiful faith, that they brought here that day, As we stand on their dust, let our hearts go once more, Ye are happy to-day in your home above, Ye are smiling now with a look of love, On us who toil below. CHORUS We greet you to-day, ye sturdy old stock, Who rest from your labors here From your prayers and praise at the Bethel Rock, To shine in a brighter sphere. CHORUS This hymn was sung as a quartette by Messrs. William Cothren, James H. Linsley, William A. Gordon, and William B. Walker, in a most effective and beautiful manner. The exercises closed with a Benediction by Rev. Austin Isham, of Roxbury. At a quarter to 2 P. M., the bell called to the afternoon exercises. These were of a social character. Hon. N. B. Smith, grandson of the third pastor, the Rev. Noah Benedict, who had presided at the monument, also presided here, ably aided by the pastor, and Deacon Trowbridge, Chairman of the General Committee, acting as Vice-Presidents. After singing, the Opening Prayer was made by Rev. Austin Isham : Almighty God, our Heavenly Father, hallowed be Thy name, Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is done in Heaven. We hear Thy voice speaking to us on this deeply interesting occasion, saying "Seek ye My face." May all our hearts respond, "Thy face, Lord, will we seek." We would approach Thy throne of grace with profound reverence and deep humility. When we consider the greatness of Thy majesty, and our own exceeding great vileness and unworthiness, we are led to exclaim "What is man that Thou art mindful of him, or the son of man, that Thou visitest him? We feel that we have forfeited every claim to Thy favor and justly merit Thy displeasure. And yet, Thou hast not dealt with us according to our sins, nor rewarded us according to our iniquities; but as high as the Heavens are above the earth, so great has been Thy mercy toward us. We humbly thank Thee for all Thou |