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preceding weeks. In this I A\as disappointed, bnt
could not complain, after such a pleasant reception and
the friendly attentions 1 received.

I returned to Chicago on the 8th of September, and
on the following day participated in the reunion of tlie
Forty-niners in the California Building. The great re-
ligions congress opened at the Art Institute two days
later. I need not say how gratified I was with these
meetings. 'J'here was hut one common ground upon
which all these diverse religions could ha\e met, and
that was tliat of my song, which we had sung for so
many years, the '' Fatherhood of God and tlie Brother-
hood of Man."' Bc\'. Dr. Lorinicr, returning to Boston


from tlie parlianient of religions commented upon it liy
.sa^-ing, " The parliament of religions is entitled to (•oiii-
mendation foi' the prominenee given in its sessions to
the fatherhood of God, and the brotherhood of man>
This doctrine seemed to l)e tlie key-note of its meetings.
Humanity itself spoke in address, article and wild
enthusiasm, and has thus for the first time openly and
puhlicly avowed its belief in its own l)rotherhood. Two
articles of tlie ultimate faith — the fatherhood of (iod.
and the brotherhood of man — have been considered and
passed on by humanity, and shall never be annulled/'
I sang- my song several times at these meetings.

Dnring this week T sang at a Universalist asseml)ly
"Which way is your musket a-pintin' to-day?'' byre-
quest of my genial friend, llev. Dr. Miner of Pxtston.
On Snnday, the 17th, I sang at the Sixth Presbyterian
church, two selections. Rev. George Washl)urn, D. D.,
president of Ivobt-rts College, Constantinople, being
the speaker. On the 21st I spent the day in Jackson
Park with Jack and Rich, securing a wheeled chair, in
which my grandsons pushed me all over the })ark. A
shower came u}) towards inght.and it was a sight to see
200,000 people sciu'i'ving for shelter. We got wet, and
I was pretty stiff the next day. On the Sunday fol-
lowing, in comiiany with Rev. j\Ir. ]\b)rgan, I wvwi to
hear my old friend ]\b)ody ])]'each. On the 21Uh ^Ii'.
^Morgan lield evangelistic meetings in a hall, and 1
joined liim and sang a solo, and also "-Mary at the
Cross" with Lillie. On the same day I nionnted — in
an elevator — to the roof of the sightly ]\Iasonic Tem-
ple, twenty stories liigh. On Sunday, October 1st. I
sang for the AV. C. T. l"^. in their beautiful temple.
On the 3d T sang in Evanston. The 5th was Rhode
Island Day, and I sang " One Hundred Years Hence "


in the Stiito liuildiiiL;'. < >u llic same day I \\as liappy
to meet tlie widow of my nepliew Hay ward Hulehiu-
son, with her daiig-hter, from Washington. Sucdi meet-
ino-s Avere sorrowfnlly snggestive of loved ones gone,
but nevertheh'ss pleasant. " Chieago Day " came on
the 9th. Tlie gathering Avas innnense, and the enthu-
siasm as great as the numbers. I was on the ground at
6.13 A. :\[., and did not reach home until 2 o'clock the
next morning. Perhaps an old boy like myself ma}' be
excused for being rather weary the next day. The
13th was Minnesota Day. Of course I had to be there.
Attended the governor's reception and other exercises,
and sang four songs. On the following Sunday, the
lotli, I sang to a Sunday-school of waifs at Washington
Hall. On the 19th there was a memorial service at the
Art Institute for Lucy Stone. I sang and addressed
the meeting. On the same day I sang '' A^ote it right
along "' for another gathering of suffragists. Susan B.
Anthony was among the speakers of the day. On the
next day I had a numl)er of joyful meetings with old
friends. First, I met Mrs. T. C. Severance, now of Los
Angeles, Cal., and had an hour of precious conversa-
tion, concerning old times and old friends. Then I
ran across Lucius B. Hutchinson with his wife and
daughter. On the way lionie in the car, a lad of
twelve politely arose, the conveyance being crowded,
and gave me his seat. At once I entered into conver-
sation with his father, sitting by ni}' side, and sot)n dis-
covered Inm to be the son of Rev. Ah'. Stearns, pastor
of the l>a[)tist church in Alilford dining my yinnig
manhood. His mother died, and the heart-broken hus-
l)and was compelled to give up house-keeping, holding
an aucticm of his household effects. I told the son that
I was the possessor of the cradle in which he was


rocked, wliicli I bought ;it tliat sale, and also of a liaiid-
soine cherry table, \vhioh stood in the parsonage parlor,
and on anIucIi, by the way, I am now writing.

The next day Avas " jNIanhattan Day." C'hauncey ]\I.
Depew "vvas the orator and by invitation I sang two
songs, and rang the Cohunbian Liberty ]>ell in honor
of the anniversary of the discovery of America by C'o-
lumluis. A tremendous crowd witnessed tlie ceremony.
C)n the ioth \V. O. McDonnell, the projector of the
bell idea, lectured intlie Children's Building, and I sung
with him. During the two or three days after, tliere
was a tremendous influx of visitors at the fair, for it
was almost over. On the 2(Sth ^layor Harrison spoke
and rang the liberty bell with the mayors of fifteen
cities, in honor of the anniversary of the unveiling of
the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor. After the
bell ringing, I lent the mayor my knife, and he cut the
bell-rope into small pieces for mementos of the occa-
sion. I have one of them now. That very night
Mayor Harrison was shot. A day or tAvo later while
the funeral preparations were going on, I sent to the
Chicago Tunes tlie following letter, which it printed
under the ca[)tion, '• Tribute of a Friend"' :

To Tin: Ei>iTOR : — Tliis is one of tlie t'vcntful clays of the AVorld's
Fair ami of my life. 3Iost of the six months during the exposition I
spent in visiting the park as often as I felt able. Wliile among the
million, who from day to day congregated there, I endeavored while at
halls, State buildings, inaugurations, receptions of governors, and on
other notable occasions to give what I could in speech and song to add
to the pleasure and happiness of the wonderful tlirongs of honest
seekers after trutli. Drawing near the close I had the pleasure of an
acquaintance with that very congenial and inspired brother, W. ( ).
McDonnell, who requested me to join in the ceremony of ringing the
Columbian Liberty Bell Saturday, October 28th, it being the anniver-
sary of the unveiling of the statue of "Liberty Knlightening the
World" in the harbor of iS'ew York. Promptly at noon the multitude


yathorcd, oncirclino: tlic <rr;iiiil lull. Tlu' scene was cntlnisiastically
iiiiitiTssivc, for in the arena were uatliered tlie executive oftifiTs from
nianv cities of tlie liiiteil Slates — iiielmling Carti'r II. Harrison —
\\ ho were to ]>artiei]iale ill the exi'rcisi'S of tiie ringing. As 1 liad been
re(^uiste(l, 1 sang "'I'lie Fatherhooil of Ciod, anil tlie Brotherhood of
Man"; at the eonelusioii of which the brother mayors unitedly and
with great gusto began to " ring out tlie old, i-ing in the new, ring out
the false, ring in the true." Ere the bell ceased its (juivering vibra-
tions, our own executive, Harrison, caught the sjiirit of inspiration
imtil it st'cined that his whole soul was imbued with love for all man-
kind. He si)rang upon the frame that supported tlu' bell and poured
forth in his cheerful manner and his wonted eloquence spontaneous ex-
pressions from his inmost soul that thrilled all who heard his words,
emphasizing the sentiment of the song just siuig :

"Peace on earth, the hosts above proclaim the nation's free,
Ami all of every kin enjoy this boon of liberty.
We chiiiu no creed for class or clan, but cherish all the good.
So round the world there soon will be a glorious brotherhood."'

He held the audience spell-bound. The utterances came forth like a
benediction touching in humorous but loving strain the heaitstrings of
the loving maidens, who, as he said, " are beautiful, aiul some there are
with gray heads, and they are all beautiful too." He said of Chicago,
"She was bound to embrace the whole creation with its friendships and
its fellowships, and the officials present had only to name the date and
Chicago would embrace the world." rJeferring finally to the worthy
projector of this preacher of peace (the bell), he l)ade it (;od-si)eed on
its voyage of mercy around the world.

At an op]>ortune moment I took for the first and last time the hand
of the sjjeaker and said : " Thank God the World's Fair and Chicago has
been blessed with such an executive during the exposition." I'l'rniis-
sion was granteil the members of the company to take with them cut-
tings of the riMh white and blue cord liy which the bell was sounded.
I opent'd my pocket-knife ami handed it to the nniyor, who cut from
this line souvenirs that all will associate with the scene and kei'p as
lieirlooms for generations to come.

i\s it was with our belovt'd Lincoln, who ^lassed away (iniekl\- from
his useful and active life, giving to all sorrow, so we join to-day and
weej) with those that weep as in state at the city hall he lies.

Yours fin" the millennium, flunx ^Y. Hrn niNsox.

Oil tlie last (lay but one of tlie fair T .stood by tlie
bell and sang '■ The Indian lliinter "' just after an old
chief of a tribe had made a speetli. lie sold most of


the Cook County, Minn., lands for four cents an acre
and told us he never got his pay, even at that price.
When I gave the whoo[)s that accompany the song,
he opened his eyes very wide. On the following day
the fair closed. I sang the last song in the Wonuurs
Building. Mrs. Potter Palmer held lier last reception
and at the close I was invited to sing '• The Old Gran-
ite State."' After a farewell hand-shake, I went to the
New York State building, and sang. Then I went and
delivered a tinal speech and song Ijy the Cohunhian
Liberty Bell. Tliis bell, the result of contributions of
precious metals and jewels from people all over the
Union, has since gone on a tonr around the world. Its
tones were as sweet as those of an}- Ijell I have ever

I lino-ered four weeks in Chicago after the fair closed.
During my stay, I had had many propositions to re-
enter the concert field for active work. I had l)een able
to stand the wear and tear of six months of sight-
seeing so Avell that the suggestions were attractive, and
thinkino- it over, I came to the inevitable conclusion
that if I were to make a tour of the country it must be
with my own company. Phites of many of my songs
Avere in the hands of Chicago music puljlishers, and I
made an effort to get them together in the hands of one
house. "Old Hutch"' — 15. P. Ilutclunson — out of
good fellowshi[), gave freel}' of his time to assist me in
this, as did Fred. Philli[)s, whom I planned to have with
me in my company. I also met Mrs. James Boyle, a lady
of fine musical culture, with a soprano voice of pleasing
(pialitv, and engaged her to join me in concerts. We
began rehearsals, but in an unfortunate hour I liad
taken a severe cold, and now pneumonia was tlireat-
ened, and Mhen I had become convinced that I had es-


eapc'd lliut, indications of liemorrliages appeared, and I
feared consumption. The concert plans were given up,
and I began to long for liome. I .started the last of
Xovenil)er. and reached liome the day before Thanks-
oivin^'. Mv dauo-hter \ iola had come to Hiiih Kock
during my absence, and had a fine Thanksgiving dinner
for nu'.

T\\ o days after my arrival in L3nin a parting salute
appeared in the Chieac/o Opinioiu C\ C. Koberts, editor,
in the form of a porti'ait-cut and a handsome and appre-
ciative biographical notice.

The rest and regularity of home life soon restored
me to \wy wonted good health.

On January 4, 1804, I celel)rated my biitliday 1)y at-
tending the inaugtuution of Governor (xreenhalge, at
tire State-house. The Boston Journal made a note of my
})resence and gave me a pleasant felicitation on reach-
ing m.j seventy-third milestone. In the evening many
friends and family connections called to congratulate
me. On the 10th there was a Prohibition banquet at
the Quincy House, Boston, which I attended. On
Fel^ruar}' 2d I Avent to Norwood, Mass., and sung at a
temperance meeting, Mrs. S. Louise Barton being the
speaker. On March 11th Mrs. Mary E. Lease spoke at
the Lynn Theatre. I sang three appropriate songs.
April 19th was the first observance of Patriots' Day. I
visited Lexington and Concord with my granddaughter
Kate and joined the swarms of people, one hundred
and fifty thousand or more, Avho attended the various
events. On the 2Gth there was an interesting enter-
tainment in Boston ]Music Hall. The subject was
" Retrospective and Prospective America." I appeared
on the stage with Mrs. Livermore, who acted in t]ier61e
of historian, and others. ]\h's. Eliza Trask Hill was the

'J'liK DKAUiniKN (,ir Ai;i-i;i-, 'I'Kii;!': (U' .u'kson -(p.-jig^


moving spirit of tlie affair. The scene represented tlie
iirst \voman-suffra<>"e nieetino-. I sano- three sono-s.

O O O O "

On iNIaj 8th I assisted at a niisceUaneous concert at
Mattapan, with Kate L. Campbell, antl several of the
Elms family, grandchildren of my brother Andrew.
On the 10th of the same month Frederick Dotiglass
gave a lecttire in the People's Chnrch, Boston. I was
invited to make a few opening remarks and sing, and
in doing so told the thrilling story of the redemption
of George W. Latimer from shivery. At the close I
introduced Latimer, who accompanied me, to the audi-
ence. Viola and I then sang " Over the Mottntain and
over the ]\Lior."" On ALiv olst we sail"' too-ether acfain
at a concert in Loston. On June 10th my friend Mrs.
Mary Sargent Hopkins gave me a reception at her
home in Wellington. A miniber of notable people
attended, and I felt pleased and grateful for their

During this month I made three trips to ]\Iilford.
The centennial of the incorporation of the town oc-
curred on the 26tli, but prior to that I made visits to
Kate Hutchinson Btirney, to Ludlow Patton at the old
homestead, now occu[)ied by Nellie Gray Webster,
Rhoda's granddaughter, and other family friends. The
celebration began with a union religious service in tlie
town hall on Sunday evening, the 24th. During the
exercises I sang " I may not be a prophet."' C)n the
26tli there was the usual firing of guns and cannon, a
parade, the dedication of a memorial fountain in honor
of Colonel O. W. Lull, band concerts, a dinner to in-
vited guests, and in the afternoon, historical, musical
and literary exercises in the town hall. These were
participated in l)y Judge K. ]\L Wallace, who presided ;
Rev. J. C. Foster, D. D. ; (iov. Jolm P. Smith of New


IIiim[)sliire ; Edward D. Jioylston, who bron^lit Ani-
lierst's congratulations (he died in March of the year
1895) ; Hon. Charles II. Burns, who pronounced the
oration ; Jolin W. Hutchinson, mIio sang- •• Home of ]\ly
Boyhood," and gave a reminiscent address, much of
it covering the scenes in old Milford referred to in the
opening chapter of this book ; Hon. George A. Bams-
dell ; Hon. ^Vlljcrt E. Pillsbury, for three years previous
attorney-general of Massachusetts, and a son of my old
friend, J. AV. Pillsbury, Avho died the same year; Hon.
Jolm McLane; H. H. Barl)er, C. C. Shaw, David Heald
and Rev. A. J. Ricli. The day closed with fireworks
and a centennial ball in tlie town liall. Of course the
jDapers and magazines })aid particular attention to this
affair. An elaborate souvenir vtjlume was printed tell-
ing the story of the day, and containing the speeches
in full. Foi" two or three days following the celelira-
tion I stayed in Milford visiting friends and going
fishing. Then I returned to my cares at High Bock.

But there were a number of notable events during
the vcar. One was a reunion of the "• Old l>oys of
Lynn" at Nahant. 1 attended, made a historical
speech and sang '-Old High Bock" ami '• Slumld
auld acquaintance be forgot," Avith original verses,
appropriate to the occasion added. Late in July I
went to Portland, and attended the eighty-sixth birth-
day anniversary of I'rof. F. N. Ci'ouch, the composer
of 'Mvathleen ]Mavourneen,"" helil at thehonui of my
friends, the Thomases. Crouch sung his famous song,
and 1 sang five pieces.

On August 10th, the centennial of the birth of AVil-
liani Cullen Bryant occurred in his native town, Cum-
mington, ^lass. My cherished friend, Edwin B.
B>rown. of Elmwood. 111., L;ave the memorial address,

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Parke Godwin, s.) long associated A\ith 'Sir. Uiyant in
the conduct of tlie JVe/v York IJrntiii;/ Pusf^ wws cliair-
nian of the day, and John H. Ihyant, himself a poet,
and brother of tlie attthor of " Thanatopsis " read an
original poem and also his monody on the two brothers,
composed jttst after the great poet's death. I sang
'•After All."' l)etter kno^^•n, perliaps, as "'Tlie old
friends are the truest," and In' recjuest onr fanuly song,
'■ The Old Granite State." Xew A'erses were added to
the tirst song. It was, complete, as follows:

" < )h, tlK' old frit'iids are thu truest,

After all.
Tlumiih the face 1k' not tlie newest,

After all.
"When tlie fi'Ver heat is highest,
Ami tlie eh mini;- tiile is nighest,
( )ver all wc si'e a reaeliing,
Of a friendship w hose sweet teaching
Brings us lo\-e and trust and rest,
For the weary soul the best.

After all!

""What are all the stings of malice.

After all '
There are joys deep in life's chalice,

After all.
3Iust tlie shadows then jiursue us.
Or the sunbeams then come o'er us ?
"While our feet ]iass by the daisies
Shall our soul ne'iM- count liis jjraises ?
Oh, there is some joy, some rest —
For till' \wary soul the liest.

After all.

"Cluiracter makes friendshiji l)rightest,
I ]>eal woi'tli makes dark hours lightest,

After all.
Not the creed our frii-nd's belii'ving
< 'r the dogmas he's receiving.


Kilt tlif iioIiIl' lifu lie's liviiiLi —
Help to liunian lu-arts lie's jjivinjr — x
ISIakes lis in his stronj^ love rest —
For the Weary soul tlie Ijest,
A Iter a 11.

'• Most <liviiie are thosi' whe love us,

Alter all.
Like the aiiyel ones above xis,

After all.
Said the holy (Jalilean,
^\'hen he kept the rite Judeaii :
'I no longer servants eall you.
But my friends, what e'er hefall you.'
And his followers there found rest —
For their weary souls the best,

After all.

" Ft)r better than the old or newest

After all,
Is that loving- friend the truest,

After all.
Over eahns and storms He sees us,
And from danger, too. He frees us —
And amid our faithless serving
Keeps a watchfulness unswerving.
Heaven shows us perfect rest —
There our weary souls will rest

After all." ,

Pei'liaj^s as o-ood ;i, pen-picture of Cminiiinq-ton and
tlie scenes of that notahle day as Avas painted Mas that
of Clifton -lohnson, in TJh' Oxtlon/r :

" Bryant's Cuniniington home lies far uj) the eastern slo]>e of a great
hill. It is nearly a thrt'e miles' elind) of crooked, ' thank-you-marnied '
road to it frnm the village in the hollow wlure the church is. The way
is half-wooded and lonely, but (ui the morning of August 16, 1804, it
was black with the ujiward toiling of more teams than perhajis
will pass that way in all thi' hundred years to come before an-
other Bryant centennial. People came in all sorts of ways. Market
wagons and buggies were the coinnion vehicles of the farm folks, though
shindy-top carriages and gay -colored l)uck-boards were not lacking. But
the more spick-and-span vehicles were generally from summer boarding


places, or from tin- towns iind cities of tlie Connecticut Valley, and
they often brought people from the far-distant States, who were at-
tracted hy the importance of the occasion. Bicyclers came by the
score [he should have said hundred] and people who had i;() other way
of j^i'etting to the sjiot were wiliinii' to tramp long distances on foot.

" All along the roaihvays for a half-mile circuit about the I'.ryant
house were the teams of the vi>itors hitched to trees and gateways in
the stone walls. Otlur teams hail driven into the fields and tied up to
trees and bushes there.

"The weather was, to most minds, ideal. The sun was bright, but'
not too hot; on'y a few lazy clouds sailed the sky and the air was
fresh and invigorating and crystal clear. The distant hills we looked
on that lay eastward across the wide-wooded valley had all the green-
ness and sharp definition of tlie fields about. Near and far the earth
■was all a-glitter with warm sunliglit and every shadow had a blotty

" The place of meeting was a grove of young majiles, a short walk uj)
the road from the Bryant homestead. This grove had several advan-
tages. The ground there formed a natural amphitheatre and it was
near enough to the house so that the audience could adjourn to slielter
in case of rain. Besides, it is not imiirobable that tlie young Bryant
wrote 'Thanatopsis ' in that grove.

"A wide platform liad been built in this wood, elevated two or three
feet above the earth, and in a three-quarter circle al)0ut wi're nuiiiy
lines of board benches. The j)latform itself was set full of chairs and
settees reserved for invited guests, except for a space at the front where
Avere a small organ and a table, on which a grocer's box was propped
"bottom upwards in a i)()sition to serve for the speaker's desk. Just
hack of this, well up on a tree-trunk, hung a lithograjjh jiortrait of
the poet decked with flowers. Beneath this portrait sat the group of
men who were to make the addresses of the day.

" In an orchard below the grove were many long, w]iite-s])readed
tables, and at one side was a stove with its pipe thrust up among the
tree-branches, and on it some great Ijoilers of coffee were steaming. At
noon the invited guests had dinner served at the tables. The uiunvited
for the most part, brought their own lunches, and when dinner-time
came they scattered far and w ide about the near fields, wherever there
was a patch id" shade and in little family groups had a Ijasket picnic.
Ten o'clock was the aiipointed time for the exercises to begin, but it
was half-past ten when tlie meeting was called to order. Estimates of
the number of people i»reseiit varied from three to five thousand — a
remarkable gathering when one considers that the jiopnlation of the
wliole township was only eiglit liiiinh-eil. The ])latform was crowded.
everv backless board bench of the surrounding amphitlieatre was filled.


ami a fringe of people j.'^atlieved and stood aiiioiiy the firay tree-trunks
bej'ond tlie seats. It was only the core of tlie assembly tliat was abk'
to hear everything that was said, for tlie open air diffuses the voice every-
where, and here there wimv the wind ami the rustling of the leaves be-
sides. Xiir w;is this all, whfii tin- out-lying peoj)le thought they could
not hear tin- sjn^ak^r, neighbor would rnyark to neighbor something in
this tenor, 'He ain't got a mite of any voiei'/ and then they would
begin to do some low-toned visiting. .Vmong the listeners M'ere many
patriarelis who hail passed threescore years and ten, but these were
very nnieh out-numbered by the babies who hail come along with the
rest of the family. Not many of the babies were in the audience, but
from the st)und, one would conclude that there were several hundred of
them holding a convention somewhere in the neighborhood.

"But above all this in the main unavoidable or thoughtless back-
ground murmur, the favored ones heard the thoughtful and often in-
spiring words of the distinguished band of speakers who had gathered
to do Bryant honor. Some voices were resonant and penetrating
enough to be heard by all, and wlun they were not, the audience as a
whole was patient. There was immense curiosity to know \vlio was
who among tln' group of famous nu-n on the front of the [ilatt'orm and
a good deal of (|uestioning and guessing was doni'.

" Parke Godwin, Bryant's son-in-law, presided. He paid the ])oet a
warm and eloquent tribute in his opening remarks, and he was very apt
in his introductions of the speakers that followid. Tlie concentrated
vigor of Mr. Godwin's features and the uncommon bushiness of his

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