Evening journal., 1904-11-05


flowed in never ending stream, essays,
stories editorials, book reviews poems
notes Of travel-everythin that men read.
But lie was ripening and he never fast
cred.
,rhen came the saddest blow OF his
young manhood. blow that threatened
TO stay his pen and to sadden his life.
His beloved Mary. 10 whom he had given
an tho love OF his young manhood VINO
had inspired him with that senshlchl
which in no individual is ever repeated
first lovo-n,,l faded like flower, ana al
most ere the ceremony that bound theih
together had been concluded. he laid hel
in the village cemetery and buried nan
his heart with her; and thus closeu oN'
chapter of his history. But there was
work for Bayard Taylor 10 do, and IL was
calling to him. In the next ten years nc
had travelled almost all over the slope
leaving behind him a trail OF manuscript
This consisted In books and poems es-
fsovs and sketches that were read. because
his stvle was vivid and his pictures were
trne He had been in Norway, farther ana
farther northward till he had seen the
sum go down in Its long night. He hau
nootcd down the Nile and conversed with
tho savants of India. Japan was an ope'
hoor IN him. ne understood Germany sol
well that he had translated her hterars
masterpieces. And then home asain'
Yes; home i'm earnest this time' ana 'i'uH
Cedarcroft came into being, ana thlousr
the years that were to come he coulo looN
out upon his broad acres, pluck the no"
ors his hands had tended ana daily pe
hold the scenes that were so dear TO mn
when I'm the old days he and Mary hao
trudged along the road TO the school TO-
gethcr
And how ne toiled! Not only at his desk
but riding 10y day and lecturing by night
robbed of his rest and comfort, but never
allowing the stream from his pen to run
dry.
Then one morning there came a dis
patch TO Cedarcroft the President had
appointed him as minister TO Germany
To Germany All, how full his heart was
that morningl Back to the scene OF MS
first pilgrimage. Back TO the land ol
Faust Back to the libraries which were
stored with the treasures relating toI
Goethe. And then-bacl to America insen-
safe clayi His journey was triumph
from New York TO Berlin. The old en-
peror met him. and I'm broken English
asked: "You do not speak German not
knowing that he was one Of the greatest
German scholars alive. But others knew.
Yet Heaven had not intended him for
diplomacy It's details annoyed and har-
rassed HIM lie was IN. but made no
complaint. Then the end approached; he
prayed that he might be spared till his
life of Goethe should be completed; but II
was not SO decreed. one afternoon heI
raised himself with a look of surprise and
said. II must be away" and Baymd Tay-
lor was on his journey again, through
new worlds This time; but, ah there are
no messages to come bockl
They brought him here and here hel
sleeps. And how shall we sum up that
life but in the words of his beautiful
poem:
"For life whose source not here began
Must fiji the utmost sphere of man,
And SO expanding lifted be
Along the line of Gods decree,
TO find in endless growth all good
In endless toll, beatitude'
The poets of the world laid their tri-
butes az his feet IL was Longiellow VINO
wrote:
Il Friend but yesterday the bells
Rang FOR three their loud farewclls;
\ And today they toll for thee,
Lying dead across the sea;
I.ying dead among thy books.
The peace of God in all thy looksw
II All, his brother poet knew! For Bayard
1 Taylor had done the work that had been
II given him TO do; he had labored faithfully
and well; and he had died as all brave
men die-at his task And so may you
and ] live and so may we Jle. His work
Is not our work. but his courage his in
dustry and his integrity may be ours and
this Is the inspiration we would take from
the spot where lies the dust Of Bayard
Taylor.