Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1874-10-15
'---faith humane
In GUUl, that never can be slain. o.

Mr.. Israel, in conclusion, paid line tribute
to Mr.. Taylor, as one whose fruits are such that
lie will need no -culptured marble, or indited
bfass hl- works will live after him, and lis
own good name.
MI. W. i. Croasdale next spoke, saying 1
need not say TO those Of you to whom had the
privilege OF speaking here come weeks ago con-
corning Inn who Is our guest to-day that my adj
miration for Mr.. Taylor's life and works il not
born of this occasion or tn il hour I confess
that OF his travels, by which many know him
best, know Int little, and it is ar an author,
and especially AZ a poet, that 1 have come to
know and admire him. have read bnt little of
his travels, but when | came to his poems I
found that within them upon which seized with
ayidity, and which has ever since made them one
OF my chief delights in literature. One feature
displayed throughout Alr. Taylof'5 works is one
Tor which all Americans may we'll thank him,
and that II their patriotism, Familiar with
Courts, aud the observer of every form OF gov
ernmont on earth, he has ever remained true to
the institutions OF his native land, and TO those
Of Ms who love these institutions from our aln-
cation aud nstncts, 1t can but DO pleasing TO
lind that one who has had the benefit Of vide
experience and opportunity for observation and
comparison, joins us in our belief in the excel
lepce OF free institutions.
Another feature which | find etpeyially at.
tIactive in his poems, is their robust man!iness.
No one ever needs to ask whether one OF Bayard
Iaylors poems was written by man or woman.
ana YET TINS strong nlasculinity ia not impressed
upon them through any eoarsonoss, but they
have the charac,erics which another OnAhe, M.
ct attributes to one of his heroes
Strong, manly. true, the tenderness
And prIae beloved vi woman.
But even here does not lie the greatest charm,
OF these poems. To me, he, more than any OH
e. pOei 81 breaks with the chant OF the gods.
the gladstone timbrels OF morning." tho dull
monotohy OF our work-a-day life, and brnga us
to realize in part his " dream OF the sun, aud
the sound and the splendor-' which, though we
may have but the shadow. In us ~ ia him re.
senis the threat of suppression"
Is In our mills oi common thought
by The pattern all is wrought
In our school of life the man
Drills 10 suit the comuu plan
AMI through labor, love and play
SHIFTS HE burden OF The day.
= Thunder shall we never hear
In this ordered atmosphere
Never The monoiony feel
shattered by uunpets peal =.
Never AIRS That burst and blow
from eternal SUBMITS know
Though no man resent his wrong.
SIN Is free the poets song:
SIN stag, his thoughts may leap
ger The nerded swine and sheep,
Ana IN pastures far away
Lose the burden Of the day"
Dr. Franklin Taylor Of West Chester, (tle
hlnsman Of Bayard Taylor, and one who accom-
panied him on His pedestrian tour in Europe in
1874, y..then said
My Friends My heart iulpels me 10 speak
yet how pleasant would it be to remain a silent
listener All tho surroundings, this magnificent
atlihRn scene, the pure sky above these grand
old hills and forest trees, the music of the rip
ping stream which is flowing gently by, these
! flowers and richly tinted leaves colored by the
divine chemistry of tho sun, and which your ar
tistic hands have woven into garlands OF well
come, the well selected poetic sentiments adorn-
ing the walls and above all this large assem-
/ bl&ge Of earnest friends whose faces exhibit the
| same marks Of sympathy all these things speak
| for themselves and give heartier greeting to
our guest to-day, than any words which my lips
! can utter.
Will you not excuse mef l"No Norl
/ The eloquent words Of praise already spoken,
to all of which cordially respond, have evident
| ly put our friends natural modesty to rather a
severe trial. and therefore, 1t might not be
amiss to attempt to relieve him for few mo.
| ments So please turn your eyes in another
direction and look, and look l"At you ~ yes,
please to look at me ILaughter.l
Our guest has Just returned from scenes Of
travel IN far distant lands, he has passed from
tile burning and arid sands OF Egypt to the cold
and rainy mountains of Iceland, vet wherever
he goes, he exhibits such n wonderful power in
painting the scenes Of nature, that we all feel
=, We can do our travelling al home by merely
reading Blyard Tayor's letters in the Tribune.
Do but ask lin and he will tell you all about
| the wonders and the mysteiios OF the Nile, the
pyramids, the ruined temples, the obelisks,
sphinxes, the lost arts. the mummies and other
dried up things which have boon dead and buried
for don't know how many thousands Of years,
and in the end you will almost believe that
America is entirely too young tohavs any stand
ing 10 the presence Of such venerable age and
/ long established respeetsbility.
But please look at yondor stream and its
sparkling waters. 1t has been flowing a. long
a. have the waters Of Father Nils.-aye, even
longer. science tells us,-and the distant hills,