fitting, with that heart that was always ready, with that eloquence which you never waited for and were disappointed,--he should have done for us what we vainly try to do for him. Farewell, brave, strong friend and helper!
Sleep in peace with kindred ashes
Of the noble and the true;
Hands that never failed their country,
Hearts that baseness never knew!
At the Memorial Service
of the Twenty-Eighth Congregational Society, in Music Hall, on Sunday, June 17, 1860.
The lesson of this desk is Truth!
That your brave teacher dared to speak, and no more.
It is only two or three times in our lives that we pause in telling the whole merit of a friend, from fear of being thought flatterers.
What the world thinks easily done, it believes; all beyond is put down to fiction.
I find myself hesitating ,to speak just all I think of Theodore Parker
, lest those --who did not know him should suppose I flatter, and thus 31 mar the massive simplicity of his fame.
Born on the 24th of August, 1810, he died just before finishing his fiftieth year.
He said to me, years ago, “When I am fifty, I will leave the pulpit, and finish the great works I have planned.”
God ordered it so!
He has left this desk, and gone there to finish the great works that he planned!
Some speak of his death as early; but he died in good old age, if we judge him by