The hearts they bred in Cambridge held The virtues of those days of eld: To drive, not drift to be, not seem We, sapp'd by dubious modern ease, Pity the Founders on their knees; Unmindful of the endless gain, We overstress the fleeting pain, Their sighs for friends and pleasures left, Their fight with famine, cold and thirst, Mere fugitives, despis'd, bereft, Amid a wilderness accurst. Bereft? Upon that forest hem Jehovah gave his sign to them! Along the lonely Charles they heard Here David's loud hosannas rang, Here Calvin preached and Milton sang! For them the actual barren scene Was but a phantom Palestine A stage where they were doom'd to play The hosts of Heaven and hordes of Hell God's gladiators, they would scorn Would deem us languid creatures, born Too dull or passionless to feel II. THE INHERITANCE. Such were the Founders when they planted here Not empire, loot nor commerce urged their quest, This be their praise, thro' all the years to come That is the cornerstone whereon mankind, Building tow'rds Heaven, have left the beast behind; Harm that, the beast returns. The Founders show'd How rudest hemlock huts could be the abode Of holy love that shunneth palaces The shrine of life-long sweetest privacies - Its joyful sacrifice the sacred springs Of virtues and affections that control Our hearts thro' life, and keep them pure and whole. Now thrice three generations testify The Founders builded well: we pass and die, On this, our heart-free Feast of Gratitude, Who with their conscience kept strict rendezvous; Their souls for service. - best, the women brave. And we rejoice that many issues vast Have touch'd our life, that here have pass'd The College, eldest daughter of the Town, The College stands; in vain the waters fret O, rare our lot, and wonder-rich the dower So pleasant-nameless benefactors gone, Who truly liv'd, not to themselves alone. III. OUR COVENANT. The Past brings its gifts, and we take, for we may not refuse; Or bitter or sweet, they have fallen unearn'd to our lot; The bitter to be as a cordial draught, if we choose, The sweet to be sweeter for sharing with them that have not. We owe to our brothers and helpers that wrought and are dead Ah, little avails it to garland the Past of our Town, THE CHAIRMAN: In speaking of those who have given. fame to Cambridge for the literary side, there is the dear Oliver Wendell Holmes, who, whenever I saw him, always seemed to speak of Cambridge, and of Cambridge, and again of Cambridge; for there he was born and brought up, and though, for convenience, he resided in Boston, he always called Cambridge the chief of his homes, and I think that Cambridge has a right to call him her Holmes. If we think of all these men, there is one characteristic that marks them all, and that is their patriotism, their love of country, their public spirit. You heard what President ELIOT said of Lowell. Of that cluster of men, two that he named are still with us. Both of them are also public-spirited and have done a great deal, given much of their time, for great public occasions. One of the two, when a clergyman in Worcester, heard of Anthony Burns being imprisoned in the Court House. He came down to Boston and joined in the attempt at rescue. When the Civil War broke out, he took charge of a regiment of colored soldiers, and went to the front, and we know what that means when he was to meet the Southern regiments on the battlefield. He is going to deliver to us to-night the chief address, the historical address of the evening. He needs from me no introduction: Colonel THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON. ADDRESS OF THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON I MUST, like my predecessors (if I could do it so well), go back in my memorials, go back into the past, at the risk of likening myself to a well-known Philadelphia diner-out, of whom it was said, I remember, that at the beginning of a dinner he could tell you, if necessary, his recollections of George Washington, and at the end of dinner he could tell you quite as much about Christopher Columbus. I am not going quite so far back as my old friend Dr. McKenzie has gone, but I shall have to strike across his path at one point, and that I can do in reference to one of his own predecessors, and perhaps the most eminent among them, with some personal testimony that I have in regard to the tradition of that predecessor at a period long ago. It is a matter of absolute and trustworthy character, for it comes from my own mother, and it is a matter of unexceptionable freshness and charm from the fact that it is |