At the funeral services at Mr. Jackson
's late residence, Hollis Street, Boston
, November 18, 1861.
Here lies the body of one of whom it may be justly said, he was the best fruit of New England
If we had been set to choose a specimen of what the best New England
ideas and training could do, there are few men we should have selected before him. Broad views, long foresight, tireless industry, great force, serene faith in principles, parent of constant effort to reduce them to practice; contempt of mere wealth, that led him in middle life to give up getting, and devote his whole strength to ideas and the welfare of the race; entirely unselfish, perfectly just; thrifty, that he might have to give; fearing not the face of man; tolerant of other men's doubts and fears; tender and loving,--are not these the traits that have given us the inheritance we value?
None will deny they were eminently his.
My only hesitation in describing him is lest I be thought to flatter.
What men have themselves seen, they believe; all further is set down to the blind partiality of friendship.
Few have been privileged to know men like Francis Jackson
To such men, in fulness of years, there is no death.
There seems no place for tears here.
Our friend has only laid down this body,--the worn tool God lent him,--and passed on to nearer