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issued; it aroused the latent energies of the people; young men, who had not before thought of volunteering, offered themselves as recruits, eager to press forward to fill the gaps which disaster and death had made in our ranks: and so it was all through the war. He always had a kind word for the soldiers and their families, and he felt every word he spoke.
It was no lip-service; it was no honeyed phrase; it was no politician's flattery.
It was earnest talk, kind talk.
Every one felt it, and were wiser men and truer patriots because of it.
This is not the time, nor this the place, to speak his eulogy.
No one but Pericles could fitly pronounce the honors of the Athenian dead; and no one less gifted than the great orator of Greece can speak the eulogy of him whom we have lost.
It was fitting that the heart of Massachusetts should sigh when John A. Andrew died.
It was fitting that his remains should be borne to the grave by those who knew him best, and loved him most,—the funeral cortege, as it wound its solemn way from the church in Arlington Street around the Common, past the State House, over the broad avenue leading from the city; the march of the Cadets, with reversed arms, keeping step to the funeral dirge; that the sidewalks should be crowded with well-dressed men and women, who bowed their heads, or raised their hats, as the coffin moved before them to its resting-place in Mount Auburn.
He was a private citizen when he died; he held no office; he had no honors to bestow: but his was a name beloved and cherished in all loyal hearts, and his was a death that moved them to the inmost core.
He died when his manhood was in its prime; when the fruits of his wisdom and knowledge were ripening, and the future was holding out, with favoring hand, the highest honors of the republic; but— ‘He has gone on the mountain,
He is lost to the forest,
Like a summer-dried fountain,
When our need was the sorest.’
We pass from the contemplation of the character and merits of the dead to the consideration of his services while living.
We have already stated, that Francis B. Crowninshield, of
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