Remarks at the funeral services, Boston
, May 28, 1879.
It has been well said that we are not here to weep, and neither are we here to praise.
No life closes without sadness.
Death, after all, no matter what hope or what memories surround it, is terrible and a mystery.
We never part hands that have been clasped life-long in loving tenderness but the hour is sad; still, we do not come here to weep.
In other moments, elsewhere, we can offer tender and loving sympathy to those whose roof-tree is so sadly bereaved.
But in the spirit of the great life which we commemorate, this hour is for the utterance of a lesson; this hour is given to contemplate a grand example, a rich inheritance, a noble life worthily ended.
You come together, not to pay tribute, even loving tribute, to the friend you have lost, whose features you will miss from daily life, but to remember the grand lesson of that career; to speak to each other, and to emphasize what that life teaches, especially in the hearing of these young listeners, who did not see that marvellous career,--in their hearing to construe the meaning of the great name which is borne world-wide, and tell them why on both sides of the ocean, the news of his death is a matter of interest to every lover of his race.
As my friend said, we have no right to be silent.
Those of us who stood near him, who witnessed the secret springs of his action, the consistent inward and