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withstand evil movements, sentiments, and practices. Trust in God and withstand them. You may be brought face to face with great obstacles. Trust in God and face them. You may possibly have to endure opposition and abuse. Trust in God and endure them. Have courage to stand for every right thing and against every wrong thing, and know that you and God are on the same side. The emissaries of evil are bold; you may be bolder. It was a bold utterance of Milton's Satan to the Grisly Terror at the gates:

"Through them I mean to pass,

That be assured, without leave asked of thee,"

It was a bolder utterance of Bunyan's Pilgrim to Satan himself: "Apollyon, beware, for I am on the King's highway; therefore take heed to thyself"; and he dealt him so deadly a thrust that he spread his dragon wings and Christian saw him no more. In all life's joys and victories, in all its toils, struggles, and conflicts so carry yourselves, each of you, as to earn the eulogy

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Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified,

His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal;

Nor number nor example with him wrought,

To swerve from truth or change his constant mind,
Though single."

Go forth, then, in the strength of God's Word and grace and providence; and God speed you on your way. Amen and amen.

DANIEL WEBSTER.

AN ORATION AT THE UNVEILING OF THE STATUE OF DANIEL WEBSTER, CONCORD, N. H., JUNE 17, 1886.

DANIEL

ANIEL WEBSTER comes home to-day to the heart of his native state. A loyal son of this Commonwealth, distinguished already by his noble benefaction to its chief literary institution, presents to his fellow citizens this lasting and admirable memorial of the most illustrious graduate of that college and the greatest of the sons of New Hampshire. All honor to the man who, having by his own indefatigable toil and skill acquired the means, has also had the mind to appreciate and the heart to commemorate thus the mighty dead. The thanks of every native and every resident of the state are due to-day to Benjamin Pierce Cheney.

And while we thank the giver, we are here to receive the gift. We have come, some indeed from neighboring Commonwealths and distant points, but chiefly from the state of Webster's nativity-from its legislative halls and offices of state, its literary institutions, its professional employments, its business affairs, the mill, the shop, the farm, and the home, from the banks of the Piscataqua, the Merrimack, and the Connecticut, the borders of its lakes and the shadows of its great mountains, to do honor once more to an imperishable

memory. For though his death was lamented in whole volumes of eulogies from the most eloquent divines and the ablest statesmen in all parts of the Union; though such men as Cass and Seward and Preston and Everett and Winthrop and Evarts and Choate and Bayard have brought their exhaustive tributes to his greatness, we feel that there yet remains something for us to do and to say.

For here we stand in the very center of his earlier sphere of life and labor, the home of his birth, his growth, and his maturity. On every side are the places which will be forever associated with his name. and history. A few miles to the north of us still waves the old elm that swung near his cradle, and still sparkles the water of the well that quenched the thirst of his childhood's sports and of his manhood's pilgrimages. Not far from thence, northwesterly, rises the high hill, with faint traces of a church, - Searle's Hill or Meetinghouse Hill,-up which he was borne by his stalwart father in the first year of his life for baptism. A few miles beyond, in Andover, is the place where in the last year of his life he wept and prayed with old John Colby. In the opposite direction, down by the Merrimack, lies the "Elms Farm" of his boyhood's and his manhood's love; where at the age of eight he first read the Constitution, printed on a cotton handkerchief; where were held the counselings. and the strugglings for his and his brother's education; whence he set forth for college with his books and clothing slung on horseback; whither he returned to

begin the study of law; where he composed, sitting on a rock, one of his first public orations, and wrote, half a century later, the famous Hülsemann letter; whither he sent his humorous epistles to John Taylor; where in his maturity and fame he was wont to welcome his friends of both parties and of every degree; and where he diffused around him till his death all the genial kindnesses of a neighborly, a friendly, and a benevolent heart. Back again, among the hills of Salisbury, in sight of old Kearsarge, is the church in which, at the age of twenty-five, he stood alone before the congregation to profess his Christian faith, and where in later years I saw him sit a reverent worshiper, joining the sacred song with his burly voice; hard by the spot where a vision of loveliness first dawned upon his sight, and just across the way from the house in which his lot was united with that of the Grace Fletcher whose name to the end of his days he "could not write without tears." Not quite halfway from that place to this is the mansion of Dr. Wood, where he learned in part his first Latin and all his first Greek. Still nearer is the plain of Boscawen, on which he opened his office for the practice of the law; and in the tower of its academy swings the bell that still sounds forth the generosity of his prime. In the adjoining town of Hopkinton his father heard his first argument in court, and was satisfied. Two hours away, as we now travel it, to the northwest of us, is the college that molded his young titanic powers, whose diploma, whatever others may foolishly repeat, he did

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not tear in pieces, but gracefully accepted a college that throughout his life he loved and cherished. Not quite so far away, southeasterly, is the fitting school at which he felt the kind influence of the polished Buckminster. A little beyond is the home for years of his early manhood, where he matched his strength with that prince of lawyers, Jeremiah Mason, and from which he was first sent to the councils of the nation. The place of our assembling to-day once knew him well. During his early practice of the law his face was a familiar sight upon these streets, and the old mansion of the Kents received him long and often as a guest. He has listened to the debates in this legislative Hall; and in the former North Church, the old Phenix Hall, and a great pavilion on School Street common — all passed away his voice has been heard by the citizens of Concord.

It was not until the early prime of his manhood, the mature age of thirty-four, that he left the scenes so incorporated with his earlier history and so embedded in his latest recollections to become the master spirit of a sister state, the stalwart champion of New England, a leader in the Republic, and a power in the world. He was in the opening fullness of his strength. He had laid down the principles of public policy that governed his life. He had measured his strength with the keenest of legal intellects. He had been heard in the Supreme Court of the United States. He had made his mark in Congress by the breadth and clearness of his views, the mingled firmness and temperance

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