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Address of Mr. Justice Holmes Longfellow say "Morituri salutamus." If I should repeat that phrase of the gladiators soon to die, it would be from knowledge and reason, not from feeling,

' for I own that I am apt to wonder whether I do not dream that I have lived, and may not wake to find that all that I thought done is still to be

accomplished and that life is all ahead. — But we have had our warning.

Even

within the last three months Henry Bowditch, the world-known physi ologist, and Frank Emmons, the world known geologist, have dropped from the class, leaving only the shadow of great names. I like to think that they were types of '61, not only in their deeds, but in their noble silence. It has been my

fortune to belong to two bodies that seemed to me somewhat alike — the

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ourselves: To see so far as one may, and to’ feel, the great forces that are behind every detail-for that makes

all the difierence between philosophy and gossip, between great action and small; the least wavelet of the Atlantic Ocean is mightier than one of Buzzard's Bay - to hammer out as compact and solid a piece of work as one can, to try to make it first rate, and to leave it

unadvertised. It was a good thing for us in our college days, as Moorfield Storey pointed out a few years ago in an excellent ad

dress, that we were all poor. we lived as if we were.

At least

It seems to me

that the training of West Point is better fitted to make a man than for a youth to have all the luxuries of life poured

class of '61. The 20th never wrote about itself to the newspapers, but for its

into a trough for him at twenty. We had something of that discipline, and before it was over many of us were in barracks learning the school of the soldier. Man is born a predestined

killed and wounded in battle it stood

idealist, for he is born to act.

in the first half-dozen of all the regi ments of the north. This little class

Life is painting a picture, not doing

is to aflirm the worth of an end, and to persist in affirming the worth of an end is to make an ideal. The stem experience of our youth helped to accomplish the destiny of fate. It left us feeling through life that pleasures do not make happiness and that the root of joy as of duty is to put out all one's powers toward some great end. When one listens from above to the

a sum. As twenty men of genius looking out of the same window will paint twenty canvases, each unlike all the

roar of a great city there comes to one's ears—almost indistinguishable, but there-—the sound of church bells,

others, and every one great, so, one comes to think, men may be pardoned

in the rush, a moment for withdrawal

for the defects of their qualities if they have the qualities of their defects. But,

and prayer. Commerce has outsoared the steeples that once looked down upon

20th Massachusetts Regiment and the

never talked much about itself, but graduating just as the war of secession began, out of its eighty-one members it had fifty’one under arms, the largest

proportion that any class sent to that war. One learns from time an amiable latitude with regard to beliefs and tastes.

To act

chiming the hours, or offering a pause

after all, we all of us have our notions

the marts, but still their note makes

of what is best. I learned in the regi

music of the din.

ment and in the class the conclusion, at least, of what I think the best service that we can do for our country and for

are not churchmen the symbol still lives.

For those of us who

Life is a roar of bargain and

battle, but in the very heart of it there