first page of the paper. Now, a gentleman is always a gentleman. There is no such thing as being a gentleman at one hour, and in one place, and a buffoon in another. If a man is not a gentleman always and in all places, he is no gentleman at all.

The instincts of the will continue to be

We are inclined to think that the explanation of the appearance lately of so many abusive paragraphs, in more than one of our ablest newspapers, is to be found in the fact that their editors have been allowing subordinates of no character to write what they think may excite a prejudice against the President among the class of people who are found in the lowest saloons. If this is the correct explanation, we are confident that they have made a mistake. American people are gentlemanly; and so, unless they are perverted by a long course of just such buffoonery. Even those who belong to the class to which we have alluded, who very likely may laugh, will yet despise ; and the journal which treats them habitually to such comments will lose its influence with them. This class of people are as quick as any other to recognize whether a person who addresses them is a gentleman; and at any important crisis they will be more likely to distrust what is said by one who has only amused them as a mountebank. The principle which Horace laid down, nearly two thousand years ago, was no more true in poetry then, than it is true in "practical politics" now, that the writer who overdoes, in either praise or blame, loses his hold over those whom he would persuade, and finds that they take the opposite side. At all events, if this style of writing is to be kept up, it behoves the editors of these papers to boast no more about the high character of American journalism.

It is said that in the old days, when steam was first applied to navigation, as the time approached for the starting a boat on its accustomed trip, it was the occasion of shouting and swearing, and of a confusion which was little better than that of Bedlam itself. The tradition, however, is that, on Lake Champlain, there was a little craft, which was commanded by a man who was not only every inch a sailor, but a gentleman as well. As such, he knew that efficiency is in no wise dependent on noise or oaths. At the appointed time, he was in the habit of

quietly taking his stand on the bridge of his boat, and there he gave his orders by a simple wave of his hand. Not a word or a sound was heard from officer or from man. The new method

introduced by Captain Sherman was hailed all over the land, and his example was speedily everywhere followed; and to-day the great leviathans start punctually for their long journey across the Atlantic so quietly that the moment when they leave their moorings is hardly to be recognized.

The journal to which we have specially alluded has in the past fought many honorable battles. No paper has done more to make it understood throughout the land that the subject of politics is one to which the highest ability and the greatest learning should be devoted. No paper has done more to make the nation feel the importance of having the scholar in politics. We respectfully submit the question whether the New York Times may not do a still further service by showing that no man can be successful as a political writer who is not a gentleman-always and everywhere? Can we not have the gentleman as well as the scholar in politics?

WILLIAM L. KINGSLEY.

UNIVERSITY TOPICS.

THEODORE DWIGHT WOOLSEY.

ADDRESS OF PRESIDENT DWIGHT AT THE FUNERAL SERVICE.

"ASLEEP IN JESUS-BLESSED SLEEP."

THESE Opening words of one of the most peaceful and beautiful hymns in our language give fitting expression to the thought which enters every mind, I am sure, as we meet to-day for the burial of our revered and honored friend. The long life, with its bright and joyful morning, and its grand and glorious noon-day, and its rich, fruitful afternoon, and its calm, sweet evening, and its brief dream of the night, has come to its end. The faithful and noble soul has, as we tenderly say, fallen asleep. The earthly house has closed its gateway for the resting-time, and its inmate, like the traveler wearied with his journey, sinks into a gentle slumber his rest guarded safely by the Divine friend whom he loved, and his thoughts and true life moving on into the brighter light beyond. We call it a sleep, because the form which we saw, and by which the heart and mind were revealed to us, seems to be quietly sleeping. We call it a blessed sleep, because we know who watches over the mortal and immortal part, and keeps all that is committed to him even to the end. But it is a sleep only as we think of it from the earthly side-blessed because the soul which has been in communion with Jesus in the years past is still in communion with him, yet not as if in the visions of the night-season, bright though they may be with an unreal beauty, but with the clear sight of the day-light hours--a living, personal communion with the living friend in his own kingdom. A sleep it is thus, yet not a sleep. A new life rather for the waking soul, rising in its freedom and joy, as it were, out of the gentle slumber into which the kind Father has suffered the tired body to fall. Why should we not rejoice, and say, All is well. The loss to our life and our world, indeed, is a sad one, but the losses NOTE.-Dr. Woolsey died at New Haven on Monday, July 1, 1889. The funeral services were held on Friday, July 5, at Battell Chapel.

for this life, we may well bear in mind, are gains for the other, and the other world is the one for the abode of the perfected soul. The sleeping here is for the waking there, and the friend who has trusted the Lord Jesus in the long earthly course knows the sleep at the end as a blessed one—a sleep which is a quiet resting on the mortal side, and a restful activity and joy on the immortal side.

We stand to-day at the point where the sleeping and the waking seem to meet at the ending of the life which we have known, and the beginning of that which we do not know. We say our farewell word when we can move forward no longer on his way with the friend whom we have loved, and we leave him thankfully and hopefully with a guardian and helper and comforter more wise and powerful than we are. We say to each other: He is safe under the Divine care; Rest and peace and joy await him; and we turn backward to our old, familiar life with a new inspiration. But the inspiration comes from the life which is ended. And what do we say of this life, which brings it to us ?

When a man of greatness and of goodness dies, there are always two thoughts that enter our minds-the thought of what he did, and what he was. As we follow out the two thoughts in their relation to each other, and thus call to our remembrance the whole career, we bring before ourselves the man in his completeness, and assign him his true place of honor in the world. The right adjustment of all things, as they are seen in both of these spheres, gives us the true estimate of the life, and the verdict of history becomes, in this way, the verdict of wisdom and justice. But there is an order of thought here, as there is everywhere ; and the hour of tender feeling waits for the hour of calm reflection before the work is made complete. We speak our sorrowful word of parting first, and our joyful word of benediction, as we see the honored friend of former years pass within the veil, and then we move homeward saying to ourselves and one another, What was he? Afterward, when the parting has gone by and we are in the world once more, we ask the other question, as to what he did; and we make up the sum of his life in this regard with thought, more than with feeling--with admiration, rather than with love alone. It must be so, and should be so, in the case of this venerated friend of ours, in whose honor we are assembled this afternoon. We commit his body to its last rest

ing place, and his spirit to the blessed God who gave it, rejoicing in what he was. This alone we gratefully and lovingly speak of to-day. On some later day, when the brotherhood of the University may be present here at a fitting season of commemoration, we may pass in review, with satisfaction and thankfulness, what he accomplished for this home of our education and for the world. The words which shall be spoken on that other day, as well as those which we utter to-day--if they worthily describe himself and his work-will show him to have been a man of goodness and greatness; one of the greatest and best, as I think we may truly say, of our country in our time.

In the sphere of the intellect, Dr. Woolsey was so remarkable that he impressed every intelligent person who knew him. He had strength and vigor of mind, clear apprehension of truth, a penetrating insight which detected at once all falsity and unreality, and a scholar's faculty of acquisition and attainment. He had, also, richness of imagination, much of the poetic sense, large mental grasp, openness to thought in many lines, originality and variety in his ideas and thinking, the ease of a perfectly working mechanism in his mental operations, wonderful power of memory, great facility for accurate learning and accurate statement of what he had learned. His mind was stored with knowledge. He was an independent, honest, earnest thinker, subjecting all knowledge and learning to the true tests. He was suggestive by reason of what he knew and what he thought. He gave forth from the rich stores within himself abundant gifts to help the thought and reflection of others. He always had his thoughts at command, and I have often felt that he must be happier than most men about him because he had so much of interest to think of, and so many things of the present and the past alike to occupy and stir his mind. Though not possessing some of the brilliant gifts of genius which nature, in rare instances, bestows upon men, he was a man of sounder judgment and keener perception oftentimes than such men, because the common sense of an intelligent

mind evenly balanced the other powers. For clearness of apprehension, for the wisdom which adapts means to ends, for the ability to guide his thoughts to calm and right conclusions, for the working power of the mind within itself to develop what was fruitful and helpful and valuable and quickening, for the true sincerity and honesty which keep the intellectual faculties within and near the sphere of truth, he was distinguished above most of