of his success did not lift him above all possibility of being reached by any clamor about him. Every one of his near friends will agree with me that this was the happiest life God has granted in our day to any American standing in the foremost rank of influence and effort.
Adjourned from the stormiest meeting, where hot debate had roused all his powers as near to anger as his nature ever let him come, the music of a dozen voiceseven of those who had just opposed him — or a piano, if the house held one, changed his mood in an instant, and made the hour laugh with more than content; unless indeed, a baby and playing with it proved metal even more attractive.
To champion wearisome causes, bear with disordered intellects, to shelter the wrecks of intemperance and fugitives whose pulse trembled at every touch on the door-latch,--this was his home.
Keenly alive to human suffering, ever prompt to help relieve it, pouring out his means for that more lavishly than he ought,--all this was no burden, never clouded or depressed the inextinguishable buoyancy and gladness of his nature.
God ever held over him unclouded the sunlight of His countenance.
And he never grew old. The tabernacle of flesh grew feebler and the step was less elastic.
But the ability to work, the serene faith and unflagging hope suffered no change.
To the day of his death he was as ready as in his boyhood to confront and defy a mad majority.
The keen insight and clear judgment never failed him. His tenacity of purpose never weakened.
He showed nothing either of the intellectual sluggishness or the timidity of age. The bugle-call which, last year, woke the nation to its peril and duty on the Southern
question, showed all the old fitness to lead and mould a people's course.