Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1867-10-23

Each has his due allotment,-and with agony OF
The vast assemblage vanished at the thrilling word
There was driving angel, and no extraneous
For conscience was accuser, and the punisher, re-
When this transacted, upon my face fell;
The anguish of that moment no human tongue can
With throat convulsed and choking, gasped, and
" Have mercy, Lord, oh mercy have sinner lost
am ~?
To look upon that face again, how it should
And yet wildly ventured with the courage of des-
When that pityng eye fell on me, beaming mercy
from above
And saw that smile inefable of never dying love.
By sudden a transition all stupefed gazed,
Then IN my members trembling, rose bewildered
and amazed;
But kindest words of comfort the blessed Master
Which wrapped my soul in ecstasy, and sobbing 1
awoke.
| have fingered over my theme, but the
half is not vet told nor can it be told within
the scanty time allotted to these exercises. 1t
is as well To pause here as to proceed further,
and then pause with the memorial still in
complete. OF Mr.. Bradley it may be said
with truth =
:. He was man, take him for all in ALL
we SHdil not tooh upon MS Ike again.
Before dsmssing the subject, it will be
interesting and not uninstructive to notice in
what a remarkable manner talent and schol-
arship descended from generation to genera
tion in the Bradley family. and not only de-
scended, but continually approached nearer
and nearer to positive genius. In - The
Professors Story Holmes tells us of 'the
Brahmin caste of New England by which
he dcsi signated the harmless and untitled ar
lstocracy OF scholars, among whom, by the
repetition of the same genial influences,
generation after generation, there is estab-
tablshed a peculiar organization, both bod
lily and mental, and learning and aptitude
for learning became congenital and heredi-
tary. To this Brahmin caste the Bradlevs
certainly belonged Stephen r. Bradley,
indeed, was characterized rather by intel
lectual vigor and energy, than by culture.
But his son, William c. Bradley, inherited
all his fathers strength of mind, and added
to it the most liberal culture which books
and the best society could confer. His brain
was larger in quantity and finer in texture
than his fathers. He had extraordinary tai
ent /; but his son, Jonathan Dorr Bradley,
had more than talent. even that indefnable
something termed genius. He had vein of
humor as rich Goldsmith, wit that
sparkled like Sidney Smith =, satire, which
nad the bite without the venom OF Pope
lively fancy, a glowing Imagination. keen
susceptibility to the true, the beautiful, and
the right. II the fourth generation has
not been as conspicuous its predecessors.
IT is because utter prostratiOn of health has
cut short the career Of one who might other
wise have added new lustre to the name of
Bradley, by valuable contribution to Ameri-
can literature A poetical gem, anonymously
published fifteen years ago, and now for the
first time credited to it's real author. will
justify my assertion, and serve as Il conclu-
sion to this memorial
THE FOUR PHILOSOPHERS
Four great philosophers,
Come every year,
Teach IN the open air,
Then disappear
WINTERS the stole.
so chill and heroic:
He sits in the mountain breeze, biting and pure.
And when, to bring fear and doubt
Damp nightly winds ont,
Wraps old cloak about--he can endure.
SPRING, at dull hearts to mock
Comes in farming frock
With garlands and plowshare lesson doth give;
He sings through the fields awhile
Turns up the soaking soil.
All haste and laughing toil-brlsky can live.
sUHMEK. with mantle free,
kpIcurean he
Lolls in the cooling shade, like tired boy,
While blazing suns, uukInd.
Leave the stout mower blind.
W here faints the mountain wind-hc can enjoy.
AUTUMN, when all arc done.
Hes the good Christian one,
Fills well the grsnaries. where seeds may II.
New-coming years TO bless
Then, IN his russell dress,
All hopes aud Yuetness-Sweetly can die