vague dread or anxiety concerning the Future, he bore his earthly cares and duties to the threshold of Eternity, and laid down the burdens of life only at the feet of his Divine Master. "Don't let my Civil Rights Bill fail," was his fitting adieu to Earth and greeting to Heaven.

Fellow-citizens, the life of CHARLES SUMNER needs no interpreter. It is an open, illuminated page. The ends he aimed at were always high; the means he used were always direct. Neither deception nor indirection, neither concealment nor disguise of any kind or degree, had place in his nature or methods. By open means he sought open ends. He walked in the sunlight, and wrote his heart's inmost purpose on bis forehead.

His activity and capacity of intellectual labor were almost unequalled. Confined somewhat by the overshadowing nature of the Anti-Slavery cause in the range of his topics, he multiplied his blows and redoubled the energy of his assaults upon that great enemy of his country's peace. Here his vigor knew no bounds. He laid all ages and lands under contribution. Scholarship in all its walks-history, art, literature, science-all these he made his aids and servitors.

But who does not see that these are not his glory? He was a scholar among scholars; an orator of consummate power; a statesman familiar with the structure of governments and the social forces of the world. But he was greater and better than one or all of these; he was a man of absolute moral rectitude of purpose and of life. His personal purity was perfect, and unquestioned every

where. He carried morals into politics. And this is the greatness of CHARLES SUMNER,-that by the power of his moral enthusiasm he rescued the nation from its shameful subservience to the demands of material and commercial interests, and guided it up to the high plane of Justice and Right. Above his other great qualities towers that moral greatness to which scholarship, oratory, and statesmanship are but secondary and insignificant. He was just because he loved Justice; he was right because he loved Right. Let this be his record and epitaph.

To have lived such a life were glory enough. Success was not needed to perfect its star-bright, immortal beauty. But success came. What amazing contrasts did his life witness! He heard the hundred guns which Boston fired for the passage of the Fugitive Slave Act; and he saw Boston sending forth, with honors and blessings, a regiment of fugitive slaves to save that Union which the crime of her Webster had imperilled. He saw Franklin Pierce employing the power of the nation to force back one helpless fugitive to the hell of Slavery; and he saw Abraham Lincoln write the edict of Emancipation. He heard Taney declare that "the black man had no rights which the white man was bound to respect"; and he welcomed Revels to his seat as a Senator of the United States.

But as defeat could not damp his ardor, so success could not abate his zeal. He fell while bearing aloft the same banner of Human Rights which, twenty-eight years before, he had unfurled and lifted in this hall.

The blessings of the poor are his laurels. One sacred

thought,-Duty,-presided over his life, inspiring him in youth, guiding him in manhood, strengthening him in age. Be it ours to walk by the light of this pure example. Be it ours to copy his stainless integrity, his supreme devotion to Humanity, his profound faith in Truth, and his unconquerable moral enthusiasm.

If

Adicu! great Servant and Apostle of Liberty! others forget thee, thy fame shall be guarded by the millions of that emancipated race whose gratitude shall be more enduring than monumental marble or brass.