I know whom I shall see there,--just Francis Jackson
, of course, and his set:”
But he was not only a reformer, nor wholly absorbed in what narrow men call useful.
Our broad city avenue to Roxbury
is half hid by noble trees, because thirty years ago he, a member of the city government, saw to it, unaided at first, that they were planted.
And he found time to save for history a sketch of his native town,--a volume the result of great labor, and which ranks among the best of our town histories.
Rarest of all, this pitiless toiler in constant work, this tremendous energy of purpose, was wholly unsavored with arrogance.
He was eminently tolerant.
It was not only that his perfect justice made allowance,--no, his ready sympathy helped to give fair, full weight to all that should excuse or make us patient with others.
Indeed, his was that very, very
rare mixture,--iron will and a woman's tenderness,--so seldom found in our race.
Those who saw him only at work little knew how keenly he felt, and how highly he valued, the kind words and tender messages of those he loved.
He not only served the needy and the fugitive slave, but his genial sympathy was as precious a gift as the shelter of this roof or the liberal alms he was sure to bestow.
Some men are only modest from indifference, and the energy of some is only ambition in a mask.
's modesty had no taint of indolence; his enterprise was no cloak for ambition.
Highest of all, he was emphatically an honest man, in the full, sublime sense of those common words.
,” as the Tribune
says, “has lost her honestest man.”
If I speak again of the opposition he encountered, it is not because he cared for it. He took fortune's buffets and rewards with equal thanks,--with a serene indifference.
But it is just to him to consider that malignant