a literal fact that when all America was too poor to afford him so much as a passage to her shores, he left, in his tender youth, the bosom of home, of happiness, of wealth and rank, to plunge in the dust. and blood of our inauspicious struggle." The effect of this passage and the whole peroration, recalling memories of the Revolutionary War and the nation's chief, was such as I have never seen equalled. The immense assembly, filling the building to its uttermost capacity, was fused in one emotion. Tears were in every eye; the tumultuous applause, again and again renewed, verged on madness. Mr. Everett won many oratorical triumphs in after life, but none comparable to that. Said a contemporary of mine not long since, "It is some consolation for being old to have witnessed that scene, to have heard that speech." The old meeting-house is gone; and the old feud, let us hope, is forever extinct. The history of ecclesiastical feuds which originate in theological differences is very instructive. It shows us on what subtile questions, insoluble by human intelligence, the controversies for the most part have turned; how a pale abstraction has set the world on fire, how Christendom has been rent by a vocable. And it admonishes us, in the words of an English divine, that "while we wrangle here in the dust, we are fast hastening to that world which is to decide all our controversies, and that the only safe passage thither is by peaceable holiness." Evening Service IN THE SHEPARD MEMORIAL CHURCH. ADDRESS. BY REV. EDWARD H. HALL. I HAVE been much interested to-day in noticing how many different lines of thought can be suggested by a single theme. Some of our hearers, it is true, less devoted than we to the memory of our colonial ancestry, may insist that our speakers have all been saying, in different ways, one and the same thing,—namely, that the Puritans were perfect. To them it may seem that we have been claiming for our forefathers all that is best in the country's history, and charging all that is worst upon their foes; tracing back all obstacles in the way of our prosperity to hatred of Puritan principles; tracing back all religious and civic virtue and even all national institutions to half a dozen little meetinghouses built on these New England shores. Well, they have a right to smile. Many elements go into the making of a nation, and the Puritans, in this case, did not contribute them all. There are many kinds of virtue in the world, and the Puritans had no monopoly in this line. That they were not paragons of all possible excellences we are quite ready to confess. At the same time. there seems to me little danger that our glorification of the Puritans, in these days, will do any harm. We are none too prone to pay honor to our ancestors. On the contrary, we have been quite too forgetful of them. Every such commemoration as this surprises us by the heroic names which it rescues from oblivion, and the vast amount of popular ignorance which it reveals. I have little doubt that some of those sitting before me now have just discovered for the first time that they are themselves descended from one or another of these ancient worthies. When the statue of John Bridge was placed upon our Common, three or four years ago, many of us had to ask each other, "Who was John Bridge?"-only to find in the end that we were direct descendants of that stout old Puritan; too honorable a man to be forgotten by any of his grandchildren. There is little danger, then, in these anniversaries, whatever the heroworship to which they lead. The Puritans did not possess all the virtues, it is true; but they represented, what is much more to the purpose, a very definite and positive type of virtue, which we are not likely to overrate. I have heard many in |