Wilmington daily commercial. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1866-1877, 1874-10-12

which we, gathered to-day, were glad to sincere
ly and cordially present him
Mrs. Gertrude W. Nields, Of Wilmington,
then rccited, impressively, Mr.. Taslor's poem of
perhaps dozen stanzas, 1.-THE Song OF the
Camp" an incident in the Crimesn War, and
this appropriately introduced "Anuie Laurie"
by the choir.
Rev. Fielder Israel, of the Unitarisn church |
Of this city, then said that he had been remind
cd OF the observation of Horace Walpole, tina |
the life OF the artist must be sought IN hit |
works. In Mr.. Taylor's case, he would sock it, |
too, in his industry, from the time he was al |
apprentice boy until to-day F; in the brightness |
and warmth OF his career and character and III |
his usefulness to the world We see in oui |
guest the signs Of that character, which in the |
words Of Emerson is moral order seen through |
the medium of all individual nature. Thus, all |
things that exist in the man are tiuged with the
manners of his soul, 30 that he becomes living
testimony of the
'-falth humane
In good shat never can be slain
Mr.. Israel, in conclusion, paid fine tribute
to Mr.. Taylor, as one whose fruits are such that
he will need no eculptured marble, or indited
brass his works will live after him, and his
own good name.
Mr.. W. 7. Croasdale next spoke, Saying ]
need not say to those of you TO whom had the
privilege OF speaking here some weeks ago con-
corning him who is our guest to-day, that my ad-
mration for Mr. Taylor's life and works is not
born OF this occasion or thi hour. confess
that of his travels, by which many know him
best, / know but little and it if AS an author,
and especially as n poet, that 1 have come TO
know and admire him. / have read but little Of
his travels, but when l came to his poems !
found that within them upon which seized with
aydty. and which has ever since made them one
Of my chief delights in literature. One feature
displayed throughout Mr.. Taylor's works liz one
for which all Americans may well thank him.
and that il their patriotism, Familiar with
Courts, and the observer of every form of gov
| eminent on earth, he haa ever remained true to
the institutions of his native land, and to those
| of us who love these institutions from our edu-
cation and instincts. it can but be pleasing to
| find that one who has had tho benefit of wide
experience and opportunity for observation and
| comparison, joins us in our belief in the exec =
| lence of free institutions.
Another feature which | find especially at
| tractive in his poems, is their robust manlness
| No one ever needs to ask whether one of Bayard
| Taylor's poems was written by man or woman,
and yet this strong masculinity is not impressed
upon them through any eoarseness, but they
have the characterics which another Quaker po-
| ct attributes to one OF his heroes
strong, manly. true, the tenderness
And PRIDE beloved of woman.
But even here does not lie the greatest charm
OF these poems. To me. he more than any 9TH
err poet" breaks with the chant OF the gods.
the gladstone nmbrels of morning the duh
monotony of our work-a-day life, and brings ns
to realize in part his " dream of the sun, and
the sound and the spendor-" which, though we
may have but the shadow, in US as In him 4" re-
SCENTS the threat of suppression"
"In our mills of common thought
By the pattern all Is wrought;
In our school Of life the man
Drills 10 sui the com" on plan,
An through labor, love and PLAY
Shifts the burden OF the day.
Thunder shall we never hear
In this ordered atmosphere
Never the monotnny feel
| shattered nv a trulnpet's peal d?
Never airs thai burst aud blow
Flom ett rnal submits know e?
"Thouph no man resent his wrong
| Stl Is free the poets song
still a stag, his thoughts may leap
Ger the herued swine and sheep,
| And IN past ures far away
Lose the burden OF the day.
Dr. Franklin Taylor of West Chester (tl
kinsman Of Bayard Taylor, and one who accom-
panied him on his pedestrian tour in Europe, il
1914, )..then said
My Friends My heart impela me to speak
yet how pleasant would it be TO remain silen
listener All the surroundings, this msgnhcen
autumn scene, the pure sky above, these gran,
old hills and forest trees, the music Of the rip
ping HtI cam which liz flowing gently by, thes
flowers and richly tinted leaves colorod by tn
divine chemistry of the sun, and which your 1T
tistic hands have woven into Garlands OF we
come, the well selected poetic sentiments ador
ing the walls. aud above all this large Assem-
blage Of earnest friends whose faces exhibit ii
same marks of sympathy oil these things spea
., for Themselves and give a heartier greeting t
Il our guest to-day, than any words which my lip
can utter.
" viii you not excuse mo F.? l'No Mort
n The eloquent words OF praise already spoken
t, TO all OF winch cordially respond, have oWden
v ly put our friends natural modeHty 10 rather
y severe trial, and therefore, 1t might not b
a. amss to attempt to relieve him for q few m,
10 mentn SO please turn your eyes in anoth,
III direction and look, and look --[''At you ~ ye,
ry please TO look at me tLanghter.l
Our guent has just returned from scenes
is travel in far distant lands, ho has passed fro
III tile burning and arid raj d. Of Egypt to the co
~ and rainy mountains of Iceland vet wherev,
in he goes, he exhibits snch wonderful power
printing the scenes OF nature, that we all fe
We we can do our travelling ut home By mere
!h reading Bayard Taylor'H letters in the n ibm
OF DO but ASK him and he will tell yon all abo
u the wonders and the mysteries of the Nile, d
ur pyramids, the ruined temples, tile obelish
lis rphinXee the lost arts, the mummies and 9th
ot- dried up things winch have been dead and burr
M for dou't know how many thousands of veal
or and IN the end you will almost believe til
80 America IL entirely too young to have any stan
IL ing in the presence OF such venerable age al
n long established responsibility.
But please look at yonder stream and
to sparkling waters. 1t has been flowing as 10
in an have the waters OF Father Nile,-aye, ev
nat longer science tells us,-and the distant hill
lrs the outspurs OF tho Aeghenies. from who
sides spring forth the fountains OF the Red CT
and the Brandywine, can claim. at least,
equs age; and III the early dawn of time mig
have sent words Of greeting to Kihmandii
lto himself an promising mountain youth il
lus born on the other side of the ocean.
ct Nearly hundred years have gone since Wal
FOR lngton was erecting lines of defence. still
OF manning, on tins stream a few miles below
ION Fearing to be outiahked he withdrew his trot
TRY to the position on the hills of Birmingham a
full i'll the trial of battle there, consecrated
Brandywine for all future time. Thus 1
an stream won tho renOwn which had 10 nea
-, fallen to this. But we will express no regi
o'' side by side, and scattered in many lands all
heroes Of that day are now sleeping in mot
earh, while we have placed the scarlet color
the English uniform in tue stripes OF the hon
- cd flag which decorates our hall to-day
Tho poet is the true magician. Scott
Burns have immortallzed the rivers and mo
tains OF Scotland by their poems aud sol
And we thank our poet friend Tor his Great
of Lars. The Norwegian youth comes bithe
win the love OF the gentle Quaker maiden
'd thereby he imparts IN additional charm to th
hills of lIockessin.
A nations best beuefactors are the men v
build up its literature. We do well then to h
Ond or snch men, and it is certainly bstter to no
them while living, than to erect marble mi,