{"1": {"fulltext": "BX\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a01", "height": "4790", "width": "3530", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "I\\nk tf\\nif 1\\ns\\nI I\\ni", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "e^c^_\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nfrt^Q /^^r*/7~*4", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY\\nJAMES FREEMAN CLARKE.\\nMemorial of the Celebration\\nBY THE CHURCH OF THE DISCIPLES,\\nJHontiag ISbcnmg, april 5, 1880.\\ne.\\nBOSTON:\\nBY THE COMMITTEE.\\n1880.", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "A\\nA,l\\nF\\nif feT VS oo\\nFranklin Press:\\nRand, Avery, Company\\nuy Franklin Street,\\nBoston.", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES\\nOF THE SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY OF\\nJames Feeeman Clarke.\\nEarly in March it was whispered among the members\\nof the Church of the Disciples that Mr. Clarke s seven-\\ntieth birthday was near at hand and, in accordance with\\na very general feeling in the society, immediate steps\\nwere taken to celebrate the occasion in a fitting manner.\\nThe Pastoral and Finance Committees came together, and\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2chose, from the various church committees and the mem-\\nbers of the society at large, a general committee to take\\ncharge of all the arrangements of the proposed celebration.\\nMr. Clarke s wishes were then consulted, and it was found\\nthat they entirely coincided with those of the committee.\\nOur plan was to have a social gathering in the vestry,\\nand not to make it a public occasion, except so far as to\\ninclude all the present and past surviving members of\\nthe Church of the Disciples and a few of Mr. Clarke s\\nclassmates and friends. To include even these, it\\nwas found would occupy all the available room in the\\nvestry.\\nThe General Committee consisted of Charles Allen,\\n3", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "4 ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES.\\nDarwin E. Ware, George William Bond, William H.\\nBaldwin, Dr. T. W. Fisher, Mrs. E. T. Russell, Henry\\nWilliams, Charles W. Parker, Mrs. F. W. G-. May,\\nAbraham A. Call, Mrs. George W. Thacher, Miss Fanny\\nE. Paine, Miss Lucy Goddard, Miss M. Josephine Page,\\nOtis Hinman, Miss S. H. Talbot, Emery Cleaves.\\nFrom this number five sub-committees were afterwards\\nchosen, viz., a committee on invitations, a committee on\\nways and means, a committee on refreshments, a commit-\\ntee on decorations, and a committee on music.\\nTo these was assigned the various work to be done,\\nand they all labored to the end with great zeal and\\nunanimity.\\nThe church record was referred to, a neatly engraved\\ncard of invitation was prepared, and it is believed that\\nall the immediate members of the church, and all those\\nof former years now living, were invited to be present.\\nThere was some hesitation even to the last in deciding\\nwhether to occupy the church or the vestry for the open-\\ning exercises. We wished, as far as possible, to escape\\nformality, and not to lose sight of the fact, dearest to all\\nof us, that it was to be a social family gathering, and\\nnot a public celebration. But we soon began to realize\\nthat our original plan must be somewhat modified to meet\\nthe hearty response of those who were asked to contribute\\nby their presence and their words to the interest of the\\noccasion, as well as to include the spontaneous offerings\\nof several of our own church-members. Before the hour\\nappointed, the vestry began to fill up, and it was soon\\nthronged with those who were eager to offer their con-\\ngratulations to Mr. Clarke. Many who repaired first to\\nthe room above lingered there, till, after a brief consulta-\\ntion among the members of the committee, it was decided,", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES. 5\\non account of the inability to seat the audience below, to\\nhave the opening exercises of the evening in the church.\\nThis proved a very happy decision. All were conifortabty\\nseated, and no one had reason to feel that the occasion\\nlost any thing of its simplicity or heartiness.\\nThe church, as well as the vestry, was elaborately and\\nveiy tastefully decorated with flowers and evergreens,\\nthrough the untiring labor of our friend Miss Lucy God-\\ndard, to whom the society has so long been indebted for\\nthis grateful service.\\nOn the platform were several of Mr. Clarke s class-\\nmates and near friends, Dr. O. W. Holmes, Professor\\nPeirce, Rev. S. G. May, Rev. S. F. Smith, Rev. W. H.\\nChanning, Jonathan Davis, Rev. H. W. Foote.\\nAs soon as the audience was seated, Mr. Allen, the\\nchairman of the Festival Committee, rose and said,\\nThe spirit of this occasion is informal. We have come to-\\ngether as a church, in this religious home, to give some slight\\nexpression of the respect and the love which we bear to our\\npastor and our dear friend, while he is yet in the midst of his\\npowers and activity and usefulness. We would fain forget\\nduring these sweet moments how much he belongs to mankind,\\nand claim him all to ourselves. To-morrow will be time enough\\nto give him back to the world. There are those here whom\\nyou will be delighted to listen to, and I will not stand for an\\ninstant between you and the sunlight. I will first invite Rev.\\nHenry W. Foote of King s Chapel to address you.\\nMr. Foote said,\\nf suppose, friends, that I must begin these exercises because\\nof the record which I am about to read, and which goes very\\nfar back in our friend s life. You will wonder what is the\\nmeaning of this big book; but I beg you not to have any fears\\nthat I am going to read it all through to you. It contains one", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "b ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES.\\nshort passage, however, which has a particular interest on this\\nhappy occasion. When I tell yon that it is the Register of\\nBaptisms at King s Chapel, yon will guess that this passage\\nis highly important to us, since, if we had not this infallible\\nauthority, we might think that there was some great mistake\\nabout the date which is supposed to have brought us all to-\\ngether here. This old book, dating from the year 1703, con-\\ntains the following record in the handwriting of Col. Joseph\\nMay, that honored man who was at the time, and for many\\nyears, a warden of King s Chapel.\\nFROM THE OLD REGISTER OF BAPTISMS AT KING S\\nCHAPEL 1703-1823.\\n1811.\\nApril 14. James-Freeman of Samuel Rebecca P. Clarke.\\nInfant (Born) April 4, 1810.\\n(Sponsors) The Parents James Freeman.\\nYou know very well who these persons were who stood in\\nthe old church that April morning with the little year-old child.\\nI do not need to tell you who James Freeman was, the grand-\\nfather whose name was given, and who became sponsor, with\\nthe parents, for the Christian bringing-up of the little creature.\\nOur record shows that no less than seven children of his church\\nw 7 ere named after him, and they all bore the name honorably;\\nbut we shall all agree that there was a peculiar felicity in its\\nbestowal on that 14th April, 1811.\\nIt is partly as Dr. Freeman s successor at King s Chapel\\nthat I have the privilege of being here to-night, and partly,\\nalso, because I count myself in some degree a member of this\\nChurch of the Disciples; for I used to make it my Sunday\\nhome during much of my Divinity School life; and I look back\\non the Indiana-place Chapel with a very grateful sense of what\\nI heard and learned there. But this old record carries my\\nthoughts much farther back. You know that your minister\\nwas not only baptized, as the record reads, but grew up, in the\\nold church. I have often been told by my older parishioners", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES. 7\\nthat they remembered the curly-haired boy sitting there in the\\nminister s pew, or, still earlier, a child standing on the seat,\\nand looking over its high parapet.\\nAs I was in the dear old place yesterday afternoon in the\\ntwilight, when the congregation had dispersed, a time when\\nI would advise any of you to linger there who would like to\\nfeel all the quiet, peaceful associations which fill those old\\nwalls, it seemed as if I could see again that picture coming\\nup out of the shadows of the past; and the thoughts that gath-\\nered about it took shape in what I am going to read to you.\\nWhere the three-hilled town is nestled down, beside the shining sea,\\nThrough the mist of nine and threescore years, a fair sight can I\\nsee.\\nLike a stone- walled fortress builded, stands an ancient house of\\nprayer:\\nOverhead in the tower the deep-toned bell yet rings\\nThat sounded with its solemn knell the birth and death of kings;\\nAnd beneath the shadowed arches a happy group is there;\\nFor thankful hearts give back to God the gift that He has blest,\\nAnd a little child is folded safe to a joyous mother s breast.\\nGive him a name of honest fame,\\nOf a manly soul and free;\\nAnd keep him true, whate er he do,\\nO God, to Truth and Thee\\nSwift as a dream the vision flies: behold! a boy is there,\\nIn his cheek the hues of morning, and beneath his waving hair\\nThe kindling manhood in his eyes gleams at the call of Truth,\\nAs the preacher s honest wisdom stirs the soul within the youth;\\nAnd deeper influences fall than any spoken words,\\nAs echoes of the Prayer and Praise wake the divinest chords.\\nLo! in Thy temple, Lord, he waits; he waits to do Thy will:\\nSpeak, for Thy servant heareth; with Thy light his spirit fill.\\nAnd may the name of honest fame,\\nOf a manly soul and free,\\nStill keep him true, whate er he do,\\nO God, to Truth and Thee!\\nSwift rolls the rushing river, its waters flashing bright;\\n(The roving sun must travel far to look upon that sight:)", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "8 ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES.\\nThe mighty Alleghanies lie between thy home and thee;\\nBut with brave heart bent unto thy task the same true soul I see.\\nBy earnest toil, with buoyant hope, in steadfast faith and prayer,\\nThe youth will do a man s true part: no room for doubt is there.\\nBlow free, thou wind of God! blow free across the Western land,\\nAnd let him draw thy larger breath, the sturdier to stand.\\nBreathe holy pity in his heart, kindling a brother s pain,\\nWhere he sees the swarthy hands lift up to heaven their clanking\\nchain.\\nFor still the name of honest fame,\\nOf a manly soul and free,\\nShall keep him true, whate er he do,\\nO God, to Truth and Thee!\\nThe strenuous years speed swiftly on; life s noon is in the sky:\\nThe three-hilled town, a city now, in vision I descry.\\nThe name that erst for truth and right was known by all the town,\\nStill stands, four-square, for right and truth, however men may\\nfrown.\\nThe warrior girds his armor on where grim reformers stand;\\nLike battle-trump, the earnest word rings through the darkening\\nland\\nYet mingled with the jarring note Apollo s flute is heard:\\nThe altar s coal has touched the lips, they speak the prophet s\\nword.\\nThe home, a shrine of loving peace; the church, a larger home;\\nAnd, as in some fair temple the vestals go and come,\\nThe altar of the busy life is served by Truth and Love;\\nAnd still with visions of the Lord the heavens are bright above.\\nFor still the name of honest fame,\\nOf a manly soul and free,\\nHas kept him true, whate er he do,\\nO God, to Truth and Thee\\nThe shadows fall, the night draws near, ripe is the sheaf of years.\\nBut still the youthful heart is strong; no hint of age appears:\\nAnd mortal years in loyal souls can have no hurtful part,\\nFor secrets of eternal youth hide in the faithful heart.\\nWhat loving friends are waiting there! what grateful love is near!\\nThe vision shines that shone of yore; the Master s voice we hear;\\nAngels of truth and beauty bend above the radiant way;\\nThe Indian summer of this life is flooded with the dav.", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES. 9\\nGod speed thee on thy westering path; at eventide is light,\\nAnd through the sunset glory the stars are shining bright.\\nFor still the name of honest fame,\\nOf a manly soul and free,\\nHas kept him true, whate er he do,\\nO God, to Truth and Thee!\\nMr. Allen. We will next hope for the pleasure of\\nlistening to one who has but latelj- come among us, but\\nwhom many of you have alread} welcomed to the church\\nand to 3 our hearts, Mrs. Whiton.\\nSpeak not of years, I cried\\nHow many rapturous springs have bloomed and died\\nSince he was born, to us it matters not;\\nIt is enough that living he has bought\\nThe wisdom fitting for an earnest guide\\nWe are content to hear his thoughts strong tide\\nUpon the shore of Progress sweep along,\\nAnd with majestic power break to majestic song.\\nTo one who truly lives,\\nThe knowledge born of conflict that life gives\\nIs better far than ecstasy of youth.\\nTime filters Research into Radiant truth:\\nAnd so we measure not by years, but deeds;\\nCount by Love s scattered seeds\\nThat taking root are blossoming to-day.\\nIt is enough for us that we can say\\nScholarly friend and feel an inward glow\\nOf exaltation, it is ours such friend to know.\\nWe cannot paint a soul.\\nIf from a poet s heart the thoughts could roll\\nLike rushing seas, they would be impotent.\\nIt is enough, his influence has been lent,\\nKeeping the eternal heavens in sight,\\nTo Truth and Right:", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "10 ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES.\\nTherefore we say, Let the sweet years go by\\nFor each will bring him unto these more nigh.\\nWe are content, Death even cannot sever,\\nFor you will live, O friend, in hearts of friends forever.\\nMusic by the Schubert Quartet.\\nMr. Allen said,\\nIn the famous class of 1829, to which Mr. Clarke belongs,\\nthere is one who is here present, a man most eminent in sci-\\nence, who has contributed much to make America respected and\\nhonored throughout the scientific world, and yet who finds in\\nthe profoundest science nothing inconsistent with the purest\\nreligious faith. We welcome the presence here this evening of\\nProfessor Peirce of Cambridge, and, though I am not allowed\\nto call upon him to address you in person, I will read a letter\\nwhich he has written.\\nHe then read the following letter\\nCambridge, 800404.\\nMy dear Sir, When I met my dear friend James F.\\nClarke at the Thursday Club, I felt in peculiarly good spirits,\\nand I thought I should easily be able to take part in the cele-\\nbration of his seventieth birthday but I am myself seventy-\\none to-day, and I feel the debilitating effects of age more than\\na young man like yourself can understand. You must not,\\ntherefore, depend on me for any thing. There is no one of my\\nclass whom I ever found to equal Clarke in loveliness, refine-\\nment, and purity of heart and speech. He is a mountain-\\nspring, and derives his inspiration from so high a source, that\\nthere is nothing impure or adulterated in his flow of words, nor\\nany thing but the most refined piety in his thoughts. He\\nthinks gospel thoughts as naturally as he breathes God s air.\\nShould I not be with you, give my dear friend my most devoted\\nlove.\\nYours sincerely and respectfully,\\nBenjamin Peirce.\\nC. Allen, Esq.", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES. 11\\nMr. Allen continued,\\nThere is another man in that ever-celebrated class, whom you\\nwill have the pleasure of hearing to-night, who has done as\\nmuch for literature as Professor Peirce has for science, and\\nwhose name and fame, known throughout the world, are every-\\nwhere identified with our own Boston. Let me introduce to you\\nDr. Oliver Wendell Holmes.\\nDr. Holmes was received with generous applause, in\\nresponse to which he read the following\\nTO JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE.\\nAPRIL 4, 1880.\\nI bring the simplest pledge of love,\\nFriend of my earlier days\\nMine is the hand without the glove,\\nThe heart-beat, not the phrase.\\nHow few still breathe this mortal air\\nWe called by schoolboy names\\nYou still, whatever robe you wear,\\nTo me are always James.\\nThat name the kind apostle bore\\nWho shames the sullen creeds,\\nNot trusting less, but loving more,\\nAnd showing faith by deeds.\\nWhat blending thoughts our memories share!\\nWhat visions, yours and mine,\\nOf May days in whose morning air\\nThe dews were golden wine\\nOf vistas bright with opening day,\\nWhose all-awakening sun", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "12 ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES.\\nShowed in life s landscape, far away\\nThe summits to be won\\nThe heights are gained. Ah say not so\\nFor him who smiles at time,\\nLeaves his tired comrades down below\\nAnd only lives to climb.\\nHis labors, will they ever cease,\\nWith hand and tongue and pen?\\nShall wearied Nature ask release\\nAt threescore years and ten\\nOur strength the clustered seasons tax,\\nFor him new life they mean\\nLike rods around the lictor s axe\\nThey keep him bright and keen.\\nThe wise, the brave, the strong, we know,-\\nWe mark them here or there,\\nBut he, we roll our eyes, and lo\\nWe find him everywhere\\nWith truth s bold cohorts, or alone\\nHe strides through error s field\\nHis lance is ever manhood s own,\\nHis breast is woman s shield.\\nCount not his years while earth has need\\nOf souls that heaven inflames\\nWith sacred zeal to save, to lead,\\nLong live our dear Saint James\\nMusic by the Schubert Quartet.", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES. 13\\nThe following letters were then read\\nSt. Louis, Mo., April 2, 1880.\\nMy dear James, Little did I think, and less did I ima-\\ngine, that we should ever come to this Seventy years, three-\\nscore and ten, and by reason of strength looking forward to\\nthe fourscore. May the good Lord keep you from the l sorrow\\nfrom the labor he will not keep you, in his great mercy\\nonly from its weariness may you be spared.\\nWith the sincere affection of fifty years continuance, I send\\nmy love to you and to your wife and to your children, counting\\nit one of my best blessings that I can call myself your friend and\\nbrother.\\nW. G. Eliot.\\nRoxbury, April 4, 1880.\\nDear Mr. Allen, I am so held by an engagement made\\nlong since, that I shall not be able to appear in person at the\\nbirthday party. Will you express to Mr. Clarke my regret\\nHe has already had my congratulations on his health, and my\\ngood wishes for its long continuance. I call him my l Metro-\\npolitan. This phrase is not borrowed from the railway, but is\\necclesiastical. In the old phrase, the metropolitan is the bishop\\nto whom the chorepiscopi (the bishops who do the chores) go\\nfor their inspiration and their orders. Now, for all he is so\\nyoung, Mr. Clarke s name was on the calendar of the South\\nEnd long before mine, as I came long before Mr. Tilden, as he\\ncame long before Brother Savage, and as he came long before\\nMr. Carpenter. So I go to him as to my metropolitan when I\\nam in a tight place, as you know I often am.\\nAnd a first-rate metropolitan he is. He is so radical, that the\\nmost radical of us takes shelter behind him and he is so con-\\nservative, that the most hard-shelled conservative of us takes\\ncomfort in his wisdom. He is a reformer so audacious, that, in\\nour little reforms, we are sure of his encouragement and at the\\nsame time he knows the past so thoroughly, that he teaches us\\nhow to respect it. He is so old that we celebrate his seventieth\\nbirthday and, as he is quite the youngest and freshest of all", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "14 ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES.\\nof us, we can always make him pull stroke-oar, and he always\\ndoes.\\nJuniores ad labores, seniores ad lionores.\\nWork for the youngsters, laurels for the old,\\nSo in my boyhood was the promise told.\\nFor him hard work and laurels; for. in truth,\\nOldest and youngest, he deserves them both.\\nAlways very truly yours,\\nEdward E. Hale.\\nMusic by the Schubert Quartet.\\nMr. Allen. We shall next have the great pleasure\\nof welcoming one of our own number, our gifted and\\naccomplished friend and sister, our sweet singer, Mrs.\\nHowe.\\nJAMES FREEMAN CLARKE.\\nWho knocks? Pass on, T pray\\nThou hast mistook the way.\\nAll that I had I gave in days of yore.\\nIf that thy need be great,\\nSince Age doth me abate,\\nAsk jocund Youth to help thee from his store.\\nYet stay. For whom the feast\\nFor one to whom the least\\nOf what we owe is such fond gratitude\\nAs from the dumb might wring\\nAttempted uttering,\\nAnd from thy lips the breath of song renewed.\\nThen shall my heart indite\\nWhate er my hand can write\\nFrom out the wasted treasure of my time.\\nFor, silent here to sit,\\nAnd fear my failing wit,\\nMy soul should count it very near a crime.", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES. 15\\nTwas thy persuasive thought\\nMy errant fancy caught\\nWhen height of wisdom matched not length of years\\nWhen still, with airy schemes,\\nAnd many-featured dreams,\\nI wrought at childish tasks with childish tears.\\nIf ever to the good\\nOf holy womanhood\\nMine own with saintlier spirits did aspire,\\nWhere was the lesson writ,\\nMy slumberous sense to hit,\\nAs by thy hand, in characters of fire\\nFor such a glittering net\\nDoth human souls beset,\\nThat from its bonds they have no power to flee,\\nTill smites that sword of truth\\nW T hich owes no error ruth,\\nAnd by pain s costly ransom they are free.\\nTwere idle in this verse\\nThe reasons to rehearse\\nFor which we crown to-day thy front beloved.\\nThou didst thy life impart\\nWith such a gracious art,\\nWe scarcely knew the spell by which we moved.\\nWhat nuptials hast thou blest!\\nWhat dear ones laid to rest!\\nWhat infants welcomed with the holy sign\\nLife s hospitality\\nWas so akin to thee,\\nThat half of all our good and ill was thine.\\nIn dark, perplexing days,\\nWhen sorrow silenced praise,", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "16 ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES.\\nWe saw thy light above the vapors dim.\\nIn battle s din and shout\\nThy clarion blast rang out\\n11 The victory is God s, we follow him.\\nThy life has had, like ours,\\nIts sunshine and its showers,\\nHas reached the heights of joy, the depths of grief\\nBut richer hath it been\\nBy all the gifts serene\\nThat make the leader, brother, friend, and chief.\\nBring thou the palm and vine,\\nRoses with lilies twine,\\nAnd let us image in our offered wreath\\nThe life enriched with toil,\\nThe consecrating oil,\\nAnd love that fears not time, and knows not death.\\nMrs. Howe, as she concluded the final stanza, turned\\ntoward Mr. Clarke, and offered him a large wreath of\\nflowers. This he accepted at her hands, and placed upon\\nthe pulpit, where its beauty could be seen and admired.\\nMr. Allen. Among Mr. Clarke s other classmates\\nwho are here, there is one who adorns the great name\\nwhich he bears, a name now and at all times held in\\nthe most blessed remembrance in the religious world,\\nMr. Channing of England.\\nThe Rev. William H. Channing then gave a few very\\namusing reminiscences of Mr. Clarke s boyhood, and of\\nhis first appearance at the Boston Public Latin School,\\nwhere they were school-fellows. No one who has known\\nMr. Clarke was at all surprised at hearing that the girlish-\\nfaced boy, who was teased by his schoolmates, could\\nstrike out from the shoulder in a manner that won for", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES. 17\\nhim the respect of the boys who had been inclined to\\nchaff him. In summing up his character from his boyish\\ntraits, growing stronger as he grew into manhood, Mr.\\nChanning said he was utterly fearless, entirely conscien-\\ntious, and the most faithful man he ever knew.\\nMusic b} the Schubert Quartet.\\nMr. Allen. Mr. Clarke, our hearts in this hour all\\nturn towards you. We see our face, we feel 3^0 ur pres-\\nence, you will not refuse to let us hear your voice.\\nMr. Clarke then said\\nLooking back over my life I consider myself happy in many\\nways and some of them I will mention in the intimacy of this\\nhour and of the friendship which surrounds me. I know\\nyou will not think it egotism if I speak to-night of my own\\nhistory.\\nI consider myself fortunate in having been brought up in\\nthe country. Until I was ten years old I lived in Newton,\\nhaving been adopted by my grandfather James Freeman. My\\nfather and mother, my sister and four brothers lived near by,\\nin the same town, and my grandfather Hull also lived in New-\\nton. So that as a boy I had three homes in the place. My\\ngrandfather Freeman s house was on high ground and from its\\nwindows the eye ranged east over valleys and hills as far as\\nthe ocean, and with one sweep we saw a part of Boston, all\\nCharlestown, Cambridge, Watertown, on to the hills of Weston.\\nAs I lay in my bed at night, I could see Boston light, through\\na little gap in the Brighton woods. There were only farms and\\nwoods around us, and I grew up enjoying all country pleasures\\nlearning to ride, swim, skate, and rambling about the fields,\\nexploring the region for ponds and brooks, where a few speckled\\ntrout were still to be found. I am grateful that my mind was\\nthus early fed on Nature.\\nBut I was also very fortunate in having a wise teacher, who\\nmore than any one else I have known, was able to make study\\ninteresting and delightful. I learned the rudiments of Latin,", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "18 ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES.\\nGreek and arithmetic from my grandfather, who smoothed all\\ndifficulties in my way, so that before I was ten years old I had\\nread some Odes of Horace, and gone with pleasure in algebra\\nas far as cubic equations, beside some geometry and a touch of\\ntrigonometry. I also read a good deal of history, of the United\\nStates, England, Scotland and Rome. And all this was man-\\naged for me with so much skill that it did not seem so much\\nstudy as play.\\nWhen I was ten, I went to the Boston Latin School, and\\nstaid five years there, entering Harvard College in 1825.\\nAlthough I did not learn so much at school as I had learned\\nat home, yet the contact with other boys was healthy for me,\\nand, on the whole, I enjoyed my school life. Our brother,\\nGeorge Bond, was in the same class, and there an acquaintance\\ncommenced, ripening into a friendship which has been unbroken\\nfor forty years.\\nI was also fortunate in entering Cambridge in the class\\nwhich graduated in 1829. Many distinguished men have given\\nit renown, three or four of whom I am happy to see here to-\\nnight. But more than the pride we all feel in the lawyers,\\nmathematicians, clergymen, poets who have adorned our class,\\nis the satisfaction we have derived from the warm friendship\\nand brotherly love which have united us loyally and tenderly\\nduring so many years. Certainly to have belonged to the class\\nof 1829 has been no small blessing.\\nOn leaving college I hesitated about a profession, at first in-\\ntending to study law. I cannot be too thankful that I was\\nfinally led to decide for the ministry. Never, for an hour, have\\nI regretted it. To be able to spend one s life in communion\\nwith the loftiest themes of thought, to have work bringing us\\ninto intercourse with the wise and good of all times, to be\\noffered year after year opportunities of helping and blessing\\nour fellow men, to be able sometimes to be a mediator to\\nothers of God s truth and grace what can be a better lot\\nthan this?\\nI do not mean to say, by any means, that I have always\\naccomplished, or even attempted, the good I might have done.", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES. 19\\nLooking back to-day, I see enough of time lost, opportunities\\nneglected.\\n11 Let the thick curtain fall,\\nI better know than all\\nHow little I have gained,\\nHow vast the unattained.\\nI am very thankful too that I was brought up among Unita-\\nrians, and have from the first belonged to this Unitarian com-\\nmunion. I was thus spared the bitter struggle I have seen in\\nso many others who have had to fight their way out of Ortho-\\ndoxy, not without some scars from that desolating conflict. I\\nnever knew the day when God did not seem to me a Father and\\nFriend, Christ a human brother and heavenly teacher, and life\\nmade for perpetual progress. If I have at times been without\\nGod in the world, I have always known that it was my own\\nfault not His. If sometimes life has seemed a burden and the\\nway dark, I have never blamed Providence or destiny. I, also,\\nhave passed through regions of desolation, but the weariness\\nhas never been embittered by any sense of divine injustice. For\\nthis I thank my Unitarian training. I may have drifted to and\\nfro over my anchor like a bark in an unquiet bay, but the\\nanchor has always held.\\nI bless God for the friendships of my life. It is a great\\nthing to have had for friends such men as Theodore Parker and\\nCharles Sumner, a great thing to have known somewhat inti-\\nmately Dr. Channing, Henry Ware, Ralph Waldo Emerson,\\nFather Taylor, Ephraim Peabody, James Walker, Francis\\nGreenwood. Nor can I ever forget the influence which came to\\nme from that noble and wonderful woman Margaret Fuller.\\nFrom her I learned the possibilities of intellectual achievement,\\nthe power of progress in us all which is the mighty moral force\\nof the soul. She did for me, what she did for so many others,\\naroused me to see the value of life, and how to live for a\\ngreat end. She was my intimate friend during several years,\\nand the mental and moral stimulus which I received from her,\\nit would be idle to attempt to describe. These friends have all\\ngone, but some whom I loved when a boy remain, and are very", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "20 ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES.\\ndear to me still. With such noble workers for human good as\\nWilliam G. Eliot and William Henry Channing, I am always\\nin intimate relation; though half a continent separates me\\nfrom one, and the wide Atlantic from the other.\\nI am thankful, too, that when the time came for me to begin\\nmy work as a minister, I did not remain in New England, but\\nwent out to Kentucky, and there staid seven years. Kentucky\\nwas a very remote place then there were no railroads, and it\\ntook a week by stage to get there. The manners, character,\\nculture of the people were very different from any thing I had\\nknown. But that was an advantage. It was a good thing to\\nspeak to people who were unaccustomed to the thoughts famil-\\niar to me. I could thus test and try all I knew, and see what\\nit amounted to. I was deprived of my usual supports, and had\\nto depend entirely on myself. I was surrounded by those who\\nthought my creed to be only infidelity under another name, and\\nby others to whom all religion seemed a sham or a folly. This\\nwas hard, but useful as a discipline. I could take nothing for\\ngranted, I must be able to give a reason for every thing I be-\\nlieved. And I also found there noble friends, generous and\\nloving hearts, whose friendship has been a joy to me always.\\nWhen my health gave way in 1850, I found a home of\\npeace in the lovely valleys of Western Pennsylvania, in the\\nfamily of one who was to me another father. He was the\\nkindest and truest of men, joining perfect integrity with the\\nmost generous benevolence. Born in Europe, early coming^o\\nAmerica, settling in Meadville, when it was almost a wilder-\\nness; he believed in free institutions, in liberal thought, and\\ngave his influence to all that would promote human progress.\\nTo have known such a man intimately, must always be to me\\na source of gratitude and joy.\\nWhen I left Kentucky, and returned to New England, in\\n1841, I am glad that, instead of being settled in an old church,\\nI united with friends in forming a new one. We desired a\\nchurch which should have a social and friendly life, which\\nshould be free to all, selling no pews, and where the minister\\nand people should work side by side, on the same platform.", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES. 21\\nThis church was formed in April, 1841, with forty-three mem-\\nbers. Its creed was faith in Jesus as a teacher and master, its\\naim the study and practice of Christianity. We have worked\\ntogether in this spirit and purpose during nearly forty years,\\nand I think our church has done good. Xot so much as we\\nmight and ought to have done, but yet something. I have had\\ngreat joy in this church, and have been helped by it in many\\nways. What dear friends we have had here, who have gone\\nbefore us into a higher state! Let me, in this hour of com-\\nmemoration, recall the names of some of them.\\nThe forty-three who wrote their names in our Church Book\\non the first day, April 27, 1841, after my own, are Nathaniel\\nPeabody and his wife Elizabeth, and their three daughters,\\nMary (afterward Mrs. Horace Mann), Sophia (afterward Mrs.\\nNathaniel Hawthorne), and Elizabeth P. Peabody. Then came\\nthe names of George G. Channing and his wife Mary. Then\\nDr. Walter Channing and his daughter Barbara. Then Sam-\\nuel Cabot, his wife Elizabeth, her sister Mrs. Mary P. Cary,\\nwith her two daughters, afterward Mrs. Agassiz and Mrs. Fel-\\nton, and Martha B. Lyman. Then William R. Sumner and his\\nwife Anna, Sarah Clarke, Lucy Goddard, Benjamin H. Greene\\nand his wife Elizabeth, Mrs. Simmons, widow of Judge Sim-\\nmons, George William Bond and Sophia A. Bond, Alfred H.\\nSumner, Anna F. Everett, Mary Stevens, Mary Kent, Henry\\nWilliams, Mrs. Williams, Harriet D. Williams, Martha W.\\nDickinson, William F. Weld, Isabella M. Weld, Samuel E.\\nBrackett, Caroline S. Brackett, David Weld, Eliza F. Weld,\\nEdward Winslow, Margarett C. Winslow, George Bemis, N.\\nFrancis, jun., James L. Baker, Leonard Wesson, and Albeit\\nG. Dawes. Of these forty-three, twenty-nine are still living,\\nand the following eight are still here in this church, my sis-\\nter, Sarah Clarke; Lucy Goddard, George William Bond, Mrs.\\nMary Stevens, Henry Williams, Mrs. Henry J. Prentiss, Ed-\\nward Winslow and Margarett Winslow.\\nHow many memories come to me now of the good, wise,\\nstrong, tender souls who were with us, and are with us still,\\nonly that they have crossed the flood, while we are crossing!", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "22 ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES.\\nWhat a company to meet us, when we also pass on There\\nwill be Samuel Cabot, who cast in his lot with us at the begin-\\nning, and remained our warm friend till his death. There will\\nbe Leonard Wesson, and Henry Prentiss, and James Tolman\\nJohn Albion Andrew, Ellis Gray Loring and his large-hearted\\nwife Madam Goddard as we loved to call her always so true\\nand ardent a friend, and Frances Storer, and my own mother\\nJohn Farrar and Eliza Farrar, Grace Austin, Eliza Place (Mrs.\\nRoberts) our dear Susan Hillard, the most unselfish of human\\nbeings; Hannah Cabot, so wise and strong and kind our dear\\nbrother and my friend and classmate Benjamin Winslow and\\nBarbara Channing whose life was an act of steady generosity\\nGeorge Winslow whose early death was such a loss to this\\nchurch, Henry May Bond, David Norton and Henry Wells,\\nyouth who gave their lives to the country; Maria Bond\\nWheelwright, Marie Antoinette Bacon and Susan Jackson,\\nthose dear children whom we all loved so well, James Wilder,\\nanother classmate and friend.\\nBut I must stop. I cannot name all those, whom we remem-\\nber to-day. How short is life, yet how long! Swifter than a\\nweaver s shuttle as we look back, but how much in it does not\\nGod give us of love, of usefulness, of joyful companionship,\\nof opportunity for seeing and knowing nature and men. To-\\nday I look back over a very happy life, and for how large a\\npart of this happiness, am I not indebted to you, my dear\\nfriends, to this church the home of my soul, and more than all\\nto him our great teacher and master, in whose name we first\\nunited, whose name still holds us together, for whose cause\\nmay God always give us strength to live or die.\\nO living friends who love me,\\ndear ones gone above me,\\nCareless of other fame\\n1 leave to you my name.\\nHide it from idle praises,\\nSave it from evil phrases:\\nWhy, when dear lips that spake it\\nAre dumb, should strangers wake it\\nLefC", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES. 23\\nOthers shall sing the song,\\nOthers shall right the wrong,\\nFinish what I begin,\\nAnd all I fail of, win.\\nAfter this the following hymn, by Mrs. L. C. Whiton,\\nwas siino* by the whole audience.\\nHYMN.\\nBY MRS. L. C. WHITON.\\nTune America.\\nO Thou, dear heavenly friend,\\nUnto our spirits lend\\nThy loving cheer\\nFor with vast tenderness,\\nAs the whole world to bless,\\nChrist gave divinest stress\\nTo friendship here.\\nSmile on us as we bear\\nEach heart in fervent prayer\\nUp to thy throne\\nFor in supremest hour,\\nAs when the tempests lower,\\nThy infinite sweet power,\\nFather, we own.\\nSmile on us gathered here,\\nBringing to one most dear\\nOur hearts full might!\\nThy mercies cannot cease\\nGive him unshadowed peace\\nLead him with joy s increase\\nFrom height to height.\\nThen, when all time is o er,\\nUpon Heaven s radiant shore", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "24 ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES.\\nGrant us to meet,\\nWhere souls with souls are brought\\nIn endless sweep of thought,\\nAnd progress shall be taught\\nThrough love complete.\\nThen Mr. Clarke said, There is a classmate of mine\\nhere who has written a hymn which is better known than\\nalmost any thing in the language, better, I suppose,\\nthan any thing in Shakspeare I mean the hymn begin-\\nning, My country, tis of thee, c.\\nDr. Smith then read the following lines\\nSEVENTY.\\nBY S. F. SMITH.\\nThreescore and ten the crimson sunlight waning\\nLights up the landscape with intenser glow\\nThe arch of days some bright, some dull with raining\\nIs spanned and clasped with heaven s fair, radiant bow.\\nThreescore and ten the years consumed in toiling,\\nHonored and happy, how they fled away\\nEarth of its woes, and time, of stings despoiling,\\nDay ever brightening into fairer day.\\nThreescore and ten how has the infant s prattle\\nChanged to the eloquence of active men\\nHow many, fallen in life s stern storm and battle,\\nPassed on and crowned, will come no more again\\nThreescore and ten how fondly memory lingers\\nWith friends and voices known and loved so well\\nAnd, deft with inspiration, fancy s fingers\\nWeave the old histories with their magic spell.", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES. 25\\nThreescore and ten yet, marked by no decaying,\\nThe juicy vine festoons the sunny hill\\nIts summer foliage fresh and full displaying,\\nAnd clusters ripening on the trellis still.\\nThrescore and ten Oh, is it fact, or dreaming?\\nHow strangely wrong our judgment is of men\\nIn form and feature strong and youthful seeming,\\nWe lose the date, and think age young again.\\nThreescore and ten the evening shadows lengthen,\\nAnd whispering winds their fragrant incense breathe;\\nFaith, hope, and love the pilgrim spirit strengthen,\\nAnd hands unseen their benedictions wreathe.\\nO life mysterious, whose slow unfolding\\nEvades the prying of our human ken,\\nWe trust the future to His wise upholding\\nWhose love has watched the threescore years and ten\\nSupper was served, and a social re-union held in the\\nvestry, at the close of the exercises, and the occasion was\\none which will be long remembered b} T those who partici-\\npated in it.", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nThe following letters and poems, written for the occa-\\nsion, were not read on the evening of the celebration, as\\nit was thought best by the committee not to make the\\nformal exercises too long, but rather to give all a chance\\nto see Mr. Clarke personally and congratulate him, and\\nto pass the greater part of the evening in social inter-\\ncourse. They are therefore inserted as properly consti-\\ntuting a part of this memorial.\\nBoston, April 5, 1880.\\nMy dear James Freeman Clarke, How gladly would\\nI take a seat in some corner and look on, and applaud with\\nhappy heart-beats while others throng to do you honor! How\\nmuch more gladly would I meet you alone, and have you all to\\nmyself some precious minutes\\nYou have forgotten the kindly greeting given twenty-one\\nyears ago to a stranger from the West. How could you know\\nthat it fell as sunshine on a shadowed path, not only for cheer,\\nbut for guidance And why should I place in your possession\\nworthless evidences of a debt I can never pay? Some time in\\nthat year of 1859 I smuggled my name onto the Records of the\\nDisciples and, even if it has been blotted out for my sins, you\\nare still my shepherd, for your rod and staff they comfort me.\\nOf course I dare not praise you have you not taught us to\\nlook beyond men? But I thank and praise the Father who has\\nbrought up such a son, and I pray all the more fervently to be\\nworthy a place in His household.\\n26", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX. 27\\nNo matter about the years we are in Eternity with the\\nEternal.\\nYours in bonds that cannot break,\\nCharles G. Ames.\\nBoston, April 3, 1880.\\nMessrs. Hinman, Parker, and Williams.\\nGentlemen, I received your invitation to meet the friends of\\nMr. Clarke on the 5th instant, to celebrate his seventieth birth-\\nday. I am sorry to be unable to attend. I congratulate Mr.\\nClarke on his arrival to his seventieth birthday with the entire\\npossession of his physical and mental strength. I also con-\\ngratulate the members of his society on their rare good-fortune\\nin having such a teacher. I do not know that he has not all\\nthe requirements and qualifications which St. Paul said a bishop\\nshould have but I think he has one of them in an eminent\\ndegree; to wit, aptness to teach. Long may he live as a teacher\\nand leader in the way of truth and duty\\nYours truly,\\nH. Montgomery.\\nTO JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE.\\nAPRIL 4, 1880.\\nSeventy years of work and duty,\\nSeventy years of love and beauty\\nBlessed in health, and blessed in store,\\nBrother, still we ask for more\\nBlessed life sows blessed seed,\\nMore is coming for our need.\\nMany a mind from darkness brought,\\nLiberated by your thought,\\nMany a wanderer prone to stray,\\nKindly shown the righteous way,\\nAsk thee, brother, yet for more\\nGiving can t exhaust your store.", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "28 APPENDIX.\\nLiving founts have you supplied,\\nCheered the mourner, blessed the bride,\\nBraced the weak, and calmed the strong,\\nStrengthened right, and battled wrong.\\nBrother, none thy work forget,\\nAnd it all is needed yet.\\nLoyal friend, you never failed\\nParker s side when others quailed,\\nYet, to thought as feeling true,\\nFrankly spoke your differing view.\\nOther prophets still may need\\nYour true help, in thought and deed.\\nIn the darkest hour, you gave\\nHelp and comfort to the slave,\\nAnd to woman were as true\\nAs one woman is to you\\nYet for them still longer stay,\\nTis their dawn, await their day.\\nNot the spring of youth we ask,\\nNot stout manhood s sterner task,\\nBut the ripening fruit of age,\\nTender love, and counsel sage\\nFor the evening s rosy light\\nFairer is than noontide bright.\\nWhen the eightieth year comes round,\\nIn God s vineyard still be found\\nSweeter than the tender leaves\\nAre the full and ripened sheaves\\nMay thy last years be thy best,\\nFull of honor, love, and rest\\nWorking to the set of sun,\\nIn the fight till victory s won\\nE. D. C.", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX. 29\\nHYMN OUR TEACHER.\\nBY MISS H. S. TOLMAN.\\nL. M. Tune Duke Street.\\nThe strength and calm of tidal roll,\\nThe measured sweep of sun-moved sphere,\\nAnd beauty s message to the soul,\\nTeach us our Father to revere.\\nIn treasured work of art s fair speech,\\nIn poet s thought, and word of sage,\\nQuick inspiration we may reach,\\nSince holy-writ, God makes the page.\\nFor all these teachers we give praise,\\nFor diverse lessons from above\\nBut dearer in our common ways\\nIs wisdom toned by lips we love.\\nInterpreter of signs in each,\\nIs he for whom our thanks we bring\\nA heaven-led guide, with soul-touched speech,\\nWhose blessings now we gladly sing.\\nMay visions with new insight fraught,\\nOf love and law, upon us grow;\\nAnd we, the teacher and the taught,\\nLike children, ever heavenward go", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "30 APPENDIX.\\nANNIVERSARY HYMN.\\nBY MRS. C. M. BURGESS.\\nTune Hummel.\\nO Thou who didst our lives appoint,\\nAnd numberest all our days,\\nWith grateful hearts we bring to thee\\nOur song of love and praise.\\nOf all thy good and perfect gifts,\\nMore precious to us none\\nThan this true teacher of thy word,\\nAnd follower of thy Son.\\nWe thank thee, Father, length of years\\nAnd strength to him are given,\\nTo guide and teach our doubting souls\\nThe way to thee and heaven.\\nStill let thy grace his soul renew,\\nThy love inspire his heart\\nStill give him strength and zeal and power\\nThy wisdom to impart,\\nTill all shall feel the power of truth\\nAnd thy redeeming love,\\nDisciples worthy, Lord, we trust,\\nTo dwell with thee above.", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "DEC 10 190Q", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "1 1", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "5 i\\nx I\\ni4\\nfe", "height": "4672", "width": "3221", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "llli\\nnfa", "height": "4754", "width": "3270", "jp2-path": "seventiethbirthd00chur_0046.jp2"}}