anywhere for truth and right who did not look on Theodore Parker as his fellow-laborer. When men hoped for the future, this desk was one stone on which they planted their feet. Where more frequent than around his board would you find men familiar with Europe's dungeons and the mobs of our own streets? Wherever the fugitive slave might worship, here was his Gibraltar. Over his mantel, however scantily furnished, in this city or elsewhere, you were sure to find a picture of Parker. But he is gone!. So certain was he of his death that, in the still watches of the Italian night, he comforted the sickening hopes of those about him by whispering,--
I hear a voice you cannot hear,But where shall we stop? This empty desk You may fill it, but where is he who called it into being? Who shall make it so emphatically the symbol of free thought? To have stood here was, for most men, sufficient credential. Here the young knight earned his spurs. Around it has swelled and tossed the battle of Christian liberty. The debate whether Theodore Parker should speak in one place or preach in another, has been one of God's chief methods of teaching this land the lesson of what bigots style toleration, and freemen better call Christian liberty. He has passed on; we linger. That other world grows more real to us as friend after friend enters it. Soon more are there than on this side; soon our hearts are more than half there: God tenderly sunders the few ties that still bind us. So live that when called to join that other assembly, we shall feel we are only
Which says I must not stay;
I see a hand you cannot see,
Which beckons me away.