New-York tribune., 1896-12-13
AN ADDRESS BY MR.. WINTER
HIS TRIBUTE TO IAN MACLAREN AND
SCOTLAND AT A LOTOs CLUB DINNER.

,inrpiehc1 presence should have been pleased to
ro,,r tindncss Won will have II otherwise and since
;ytb 1hnt generous consideration for timidy and
h n ~ to cai,se me TO follow the most brill
iant sneaker in the United States. must en-
NM Won roos. sincerely for the privilege and FOR
he great pleasure Of participating in your lnll-
hearted and lovely tribute tG the great "'i'e' VIZ
IS your guest tonight. (Applause ,,-o ,,o,o,v Of
All that | feel as 4 humble and obscure VoIaiI on y,
could not be briefly spoken but the little tnat y 1cl Is
essential should say can pe sa,u o ~ nhn, a nv o-a-
torical mnis,r1tons have usually been '.N'n,i ". f
upon occasions of farewell SO nav h rnf,,scd 10
like that serious Boston clergyman VINO roius ~
read tho wedding service because In ms oW 's.,'
ZION he haA been tes.rycd for funerals d-aughterJ
distinguished humorst who sits ngt ia, ,i' a,in %
however has recorded for you the reassuimg ol,, ,
real pleasure in \ wedding because you reyer know
how il viii end whereas there l. no FISK WI, r
IN hn6 bWr wnt TO cxpsc il is no part Of my Intention
to detain you long ana certainly no par go, W ~ ~
endeayor to infringe upon the facetious aspect vi
this occasion.
FORMER LoTOs CLUB GUESTS.
Six wears ago or more when made my first visit
IN the glorious city Of Edinburgh had the good
fortune to meet with a venerable gentleman '',e'
more than eighty. who had personally h"o"" ''''
Walter Scott and he dscourscd to me very minute
" and with great enthusiasm upon the appearance
of that great man as he had often seen MN wniknb
he streets on his way and from that Gastle-st.
fron, nj narts Of the world What privilege to
have known that astonishing genus, INA, sPH"uut.
type of chivalry and hcrosm; to have hcHrd his
voice to have clasped the hand that wrote ivan,
hoe and "The Lady OF the Lake. AS lstcheu
hrncdc1nt presence to that sacred benefactor-the
one man. after Shakcspcare VINO al! IN! m l.lr @ nI
been to me the most liberal Giver OF chcer ana
strength and hope and happy hours You. my hrai i,
ers. fortunate children OF the lo,os hover, a, 81
had the singular happiness 10 come INTO pes Soda @
communion with some of the foremost men Dl Io,'i I,
time whether In action or in thought: with frouu,,
who depicted royaliy the paecantry ana l;l'n,os no.,
of the past; with Grant. who led 50 sup.roIS tlc
warrior lcgions of the present Win MirK wall, ,
tho best OF modern hunorists WIN WIFE i n, n,
prince Of actors. and with many mo re- n,,n o @ mU.
Der them all with deep ancc'lon; an" ,r a., ,ho
YOU Will agree with that IN every case Wh'n tii,
generous heart has paid It's homage TO a E!sa.
man the impulse is not that of adulaiion, but 'h"t
of gratitude. CAppiauseo ,., ,or vou
are assembled to pay honor to the finest literary
artist in the art OF mingled hunor ana pathoS tha'
has come into literature since Sir Nal''' ''o'
TRero are canons Of criticism to W., whicn Il
have iiXod my 3IiegAitr- ~ ~ y, NO - me- inI-
tatcd rather than the things which are to ne
everything. whether as moraly or ll','io' i, '',.. M
penetrating all subjects and everything tl' @ ca,.
nyown5 oy and fixed moral Those principles are
initiated In the writings OF DR. watson IL" mas
himself told You that II Is inpossip, c 10 r,y nr y"bl
In their Influence. that they have cxcricd nobl.
Influence upon society. We DO not know me se,i'i
OF his charm cannot tel u 10 you; ! VII ,, l.,
could. think perhaps II is that same lnaccesS M
magic which | nnd In King Lear Whlch Hlu
In the death speech OF Brutus;
Night hangs upon mine ey's ny bones would reei.
That have but labourd TO attain this hour
This aav bres,hei nr. time come round AMI where
I dd begin there shall end
hnd II in Robert Burns when he sang OF the
cavalier who turned his charger as he stepped
upon tho Irish shore. and gave his bride rein
shake with adeu. forevermoro. my love- 'di'n
forevermore." Nppiauso).
SUCCESSORS TO THACKERAY AND DICKENS
have fet II IN many OF the stores. the match
less American stories Of Brct IIarie. feel II In
that talk OF poor old Bowles. the fiddler, when
standing on the bridge In tho evening. feel 1t In
the Cooners response when the chapel bell rings
In the old Charter House. and say that there u
but one step from ne dea,nDyn ., m ,brnusn
literature runs that pliniive note, so from nan
to mana her me 'se Wor Ign ,rn. o, ss IN i # might
have been thought that the NOic" oi poetry was
done. but at that time Byron was PLAYING along
the banks Of the Dee. Any one might have thought
that all was ended. but then others were flprnlnt
FOR the work OF generations 10 come. 50 when We
look about us and what has been done. when
We see Dr. Watson. and Barrie and Hardy. "" feel
that the time OF mourning for Dickens and IhA'k-
am not surprised to nnd that This voice comes
from Scotland When have stood on the old 'al-
ton hil under blue and black sky and seen the
drifting smoke from thousand chimneys fan OVER
Edinburgl when from the height OF the metropolis
| have looked down upon old Glasgow and the grim
figure OF Drumtochty; when from IN" slopes OF Zen
cruachan nave seen tho sunsets fade ana dhrk"n
looked down upon the town slumbcring ln dark
ness: when have been in the old broken cathedral
murinurng sea, | have no; wondered that Scotland
has all the poetry. apd that deep in the heart Of
every Scotchman there r. a note wh'ch thrills TO
the melodies of Burns, or HoRg. or Ramsay. ana 10
the eternal memories OF Scott. Great applause,
Scotland its beauties its gories its memories and
its loves. ! will read n few verses Of mine. un-
known. 1 think. TO YOU descriptive Of my feelings
when parted from the most sacred Of its shrincs:
FAREWELL TO IoNA.
shr!ned among their crystal
Thus saw tho Hcbri1es
All tho land with verdure digit:
All the heavens flushed with lgh:;
Purple Jewels meath tn. tide:
Hill and meadow gloflhed.
Beasts ut ease and birds In air:
Life and beauty everywhcre
shrined amid their crysta! seas
Thus | the Ilebrides.
Fading in .hc sunset smile
Thus left the Holy Isle
Saw It slowly fade away.
Through the mist OF parting day;
Saw ruins. grim and DID,
| And It's bastions. bathei In gold.
Rifted crag and snowy beach.
| Where the seaguls swoop and screech.
| Vanish. and the shadows fall.
| To the lonely curlcws call.
Thus left the Holy Isle.
III.
As COLUMBIA old and III.
| Mounted on the sacred hill.
| Raising hands Of faith and prayer
Breathod his bcnedction there
Stricken with IT,. solemn grace
| Thus spirit blessed the place:
o'er while the ages range.
lima. la. If,f. and g,rL ..l.n