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ment or the shadow of form, and in no other state has justice been administered more promptly and with fewer blemishes

than in the good state of Maine. No eulogy upon the life of Chief Jus

emeritus, and will be cordially welcomed at our social gatherings. And in behalf of all of his associates and the present members of the court, I wish to express our hope that he may have many remain

the bench in the fullness of labor and of

ing years of comfort and happiness cheered and blessed by the pleasant

tice Emery is required.

He retires from

fame. He has erected his own monument

memories of his stainless life of usefulness

more enduring than bronze. The deep impress which he has made upon our jurisprudence and upon the public and professional life of the state will perpetu

and honor. As newly organized, all the members of the court will cherish with reverence its honored traditions in the generations

ate his memory to generations beyond ours and cause his name to be inscribed among the highest on the roll of Maine's learned jurists and honored and success ful magistrates.

endeavor to omit no duty on their part, to maintain the proud position which our state has enjoyed, for the nobility of character of its people, for the probity

We shall greatly miss his learning and

that have gone before, in their constant

of its public officials, the

righteous

experience in our judicial counsels but

ness of its laws and the purity of its

he will remain through life Chief Justice

justice.

Until We Rise BY HARRY R. Burma

HERE is the ancient strength, the noble fame

With which tradition clothed the bench and bar P It has gone palely out like some burned star‘ Leaving but acrid ashes of the name Which should be ours.

Whose is the bitter blame?

And whose the taint that makes us what we are— A calling which suspicion scents afar As sheltering knaves? How long shall last the shame P Aye! it shall last until we crush it out.

There is no help for us till we rebel, Shake off the thrall of gold, the pleasant spell Of easy standards,—rise in wrath and shout

A fierce defiance, mighty to compel A nation's recognition free of doubt.