The Portland daily press., 1885-02-28

FROM REV. c. d. BRADLEE.
Unveil the Bust; reveal the face
So full of light so full of gracel
Where soul doth speak and heart doth glow,
And all. the poets worth can know!
Give honor to the one so good,
Who fed each day on angels food,
Whose words, like music, charmed us all,
And seem cen no1 us to fanl
Unveil the Bust; recall the man;
Do all you may, and all you can
To make GIive the one so grand
Whose works are known throughput the landi
He still doth live with us and Godl
His feet through earth and Heaven have trodi
We love him here; he's loved Above,
For all his life a0as filled leith Lore
REV. CALEB DAVIS BRADLEE Of Boston.
FROM OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
BOSTON January oath 1886.
My dear Sir:-I thank you and your associates for
your kind invitation to be present at the unveilng
unable 10 be with you on that very interesting oc
casion,
with the glory Of great memories, not one bears one
speaking language go eloquent as that which 10
faithfully reproduced in the bust before Us. For 10
announces itself pledge OF brotherhood recorded
in the most sacred shrine Of great nation with
which we have sometimes bsen at variance but to
whose home and race affections must ever
cling, so long as blood Is thicker than water.
The seemingly feeble link Of a sentiment Is often
stronger than the adamantine chain Of treaty. It
Is the province of literature and especially poetry
which deals with the sentiments common 10 humaa-
ity, to obliterate the geographical and political
ing the beautiful tribute Of Englishmen to Amer
ican poet. giving him place in their proudest
mausoleum, by the side OF their braVest best, no
blest greatest is proof of friendship and esteem
genuine that it oyeraps all the barriers OF national
who has won for his birthpace for his country for
American literature, the honors sparingly granted
to the children Of the land which holds his mona
mental efhgyl Yours very truly.
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
FROM CAROLINE DANA HOWE.
He is not deadl Behold him here,
Still living in this semblance clear,
Though silent to our pleading eyes,
AS stars that gleam through misty skies.
He is not dead! His anthems grand
OF flowing sweetness command,
Find answering hearts. divinely thrilled,
That vibrate as his song has willed.
To pure emotion kindled warm,
His poetsoul gave life and form
Enfolding all ideal thought
In royal Yestment, love enwrought.
With native sovereignty of mind
Life's higher forces he combined;
For he who greatness would achieve
Must comprehend it and believe.
Ifseparated from its God.
The soul leaves noblest ways untrod
This truth upon his heart he bore
A sacred shield for evermore.
So voiced he with unsullied lips
Broad Natures lumined manuscripts,
Until old oceans organ-tones
Rehearsed his songs in far Off zones.
Bardl whose life can never end
Thy greatness will all rank transcend;
For virtue here thy fame outran
And stamped thee clear. a noble man.
.CARoLIEE DANA HowB.
FROM JOHN WARD DEAN OF BOSTON.
regret that cannot meet with you on such an
remember Professor LonRfellow when lived in
Portland, which left in 1885. 1 remember his
courteous manners and his fine appearance. His
father, Hon. Stephen Longfellow. and his fatherin-
law, Hon. Barrett Potter, resided in Portland and
he, then professor in Bowdoin College, often Wis
tied them. was then an admirer of his writings.
His Hyperion, which was published about that
time. led me to an appreciation of him as a prose
writer.
1t is with pride that remember that am a ns-
tive of the State which gave TO the world the genius
of Longfellow.
Regrets were also received from James R. osgood
Boston; Amos Perry. Providence; Kew. ]. o. Fiske,
Aldrich and Gen. Chas. G.. Loring. Boston; Rev.
Richard S. Storrs, Brooklyn; Horace E. Scudder,
Ernest w. Longfellow and Arthur Gilman, Cam
bridge; Hon. VIM. G. Barrows Bruins wick; Hon.
samuel A. Green, Boston; Kew. An9on Titus, AmeH
bury David Pulsifer, Walter Allen, d. G. Coles
worthy and George II. Allan, Boston.l
Mr.. Baxter then introduced Capt Nathan
| Appleton, of Boston, who spoke as follows:
MIR. APPLEToN's ADDRESS.
| Mr.. Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen:
was unwilling that such occasion as this
| should be allowed to pass without there being
present some member of that illustrious family
| to which the poet was allied by marriage As
| on my way hither passed through Ipswich,
containing the tombs of my ancestors, and
| New Hampshire, the birthplace Of the father
in-law of Mr.. Longfellow, 1t seemed to me
| that might speak of the beautiful memories
| of the families and my own recollections OF
| the poet. When 1 was child, it was Mr..
| Longfellow's habit to come with his family to
1 our house every Sunday evening. Later, as
student at Cambridge, was the first to reach
his house after that terrible calamity, of which
| VOC all know. Then came the dark days of
| the war, aud in a little church, lying across
/ the pulpit, found Charlie Longfellow.
| Among the many episodes which 1 recall is
mS brothers dinner to De Lssseps, and it oc-
| Cured to me as l saw the two men, De Lesseps
| and Longfellow, seated opposite to each other,
| that as one was the pioneer Of science, so the
other might be called the pioneer Of verse. L
| remember the summer at Nabant when Mr..
1 Longfellow, who then suffered from insomnia,
| was induced to sit up with us young Bellows
| and he acquired great influence over us; the
last winter, when we saw him failing: and that
Il
| esteem from all parts Of the world so short q
time before the visit of the Angel of Death.
Longfellow is my favorite poet and am
glad to come to Portland and visit the scenes
| which he pictures. All cannot live in this
city, bat all can thank the poet for his work.
Mr.. Appleton was followed by the Hon.
| Joseph W. Symonds.
JUDGE sYMoNDs's ADDRESS.
One of our New England authors, after de-
| scribing the first meeting-house of its early
forest-settlers, "a small structure, low-roofed,
without spire and built Of rough timber,
newly hewn, with the sap still in the logs and
here and there a strip OF bark adhering to
them. A meaner temple was never conse-
Grated to the worship of the Deity" pauses to
wonder how they could have dispensed with
the carved altar-work. the pictured windows,
transferring the light OF common day, the
lofty roof, hallowed by the prayers which had
| gone upward for centuries, the solemn organ,
pealing through the dim arches OF vast cathed-
rails, or along the aisles OF the old uncovered
churches of rural England.
"They needed nothing Of all this, he adds.
"Their house Of worship, like their ceremonial,
| was naked, simple and severe. But the zeal OF
a recovered faith burned like lamp IN their
| hearts enrich ing every thing around them with
| its radiance, making Of these new walls and
| this narrow compass its own cathedral.
Their own experiences, too, had heightened
this love Of simplicity OF life and worship.
| Bitter memories of the strife and suffering
which had driven them over the sea, made
| their hearts cold to the native land, which had
found no place for them in its etately order OF
church and state, and for g while, perhaps
exile from it all seemed sweet to them
But neither men nor nations can cut them
selves off from the past They who vers Of
the English race, consciously or unconsciously,
planted in the wilderness the seeds of the Eng.
Iish civilization, to flourish in new vigor and
beauty on the new soil, under the strange sky.
English traditions ruled the little settlements
on the ses-bOard, or in the edge of the forests,
till at length they shaped themselves into laws
and institutions that were only another growth
upon the old stock.
And when the fury of sects and factions had
burned and expired, when the old fsuds were
ended, and time had soltened or effaced the
enmities of generations, it was natural that We
should turn more and more to England again.
to claim, as rightful inheritance, our share In
the glories of her history and literature, In the
monuments of her greatness and renown, In
the historical interest, splendor and charm OF
those ages which preceded the time when our
history divided from hers.
Who ever loitered in Westminster Abbey,
i | with mind and heart more open to the les
fConcluded on Fourth Pa0e.l