A FEAST OF REASON.

Little Neck Clams on Half Shell.

SOUP,

Consomme Royal.

FISH,

Boiled Rock a la Hollandaise.

Cucumber Sauce.

ROAST,

Spring Lamb.

Fillet de Bœuf.

Potato Snow.

Spinach.

Asparagus.

Cauliflower.

ENTREE,

Broiled Chicken with Mushrooms.

Saratoga Potatoes.

Tomato Sauce.

DESSERT,

Strawberries with Cream.

ICE CREAM,

Vanilla.

Bisque.

Frozen Cherries.

Frozen Strawberries.

Fancy Cakes.

Pound Cake.

Almonds.

Raisins.

FRENCH COFFEE,

Cigars, Etc.

THE FLOW OF SOUL.

1. ADDRESS OF WELCOME, SAML. H. GREY.

2. OUR GUEST, WALT WHITMAN.

3. OUR FELLOW CITIZEN, THOMAS B. HARNED.

4. FRIENDS ACROSS THE SEA, HERBERT H. GILCHRIST.

5. PAST AND PRESENT, FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS.

6. PROPHET AND BARD, JOHN H. CLIFFORD.

7. LAW—Natural and Conventional, HON. CHAS. G. GARRISON.

8. STATE OF NEW JERSEY, HON. LEON ABBETT.

Impromptu Responses by

RICHARD WATSON GILDER,

CHAS. EMORY SMITH,

HENRY L. BONSALL,

LINCOLN L. EYRE,

DR. J. M. RIDGE,

AND OTHERS.

HAMLIN GARLAND,

E. A. ARMSTRONG,

Committee:

H. L. BONSALL.

GEOFFREY BULKWALTER.

THOS. B. HARNED.

ALEX. G. CATTELL.

LOUIS T. DEROUSSE.

E. A. ARMSTRONG.

WILBUR F. ROSE.

CYRUS H. K. CURTIS,

All hail to thee! WALT WHITMAN! Poet, Prophet, Priest!
Celebrant of Democracy! At more than regal feast
To thee we offer homage, and with our greenest bays
We crown thee Poet Laureate in these thy length'ning days.
We offer choice ascriptions—our loyal tribute bring,
In this the new Olympiad in which thou reignest king.

POET of the present age, and of æons yet to be,
In this the chosen homestead of those who would be free—
Free from feudal usage, from courtly sham and cant;
Free from kingcraft, priestcraft, with all their rot and rant!

PROPHET of a race redeemed from all conventual thrall,
Espouser of equal sexship in body, soul, and all!

PRIEST of a ransom'd people, endued with clearer light;
A newer dispensation for those of psychic sight.
We greet thee as our mentor, we meet thee as our friend,
And to thy ministrations devotedly we lend

The aid that comes from fealty which thou hast made so strong,
Thro' touch of palm, and glint of eye, and spirit of thy song.
We magnify thy mission, we glorify thy aim,
Unfalteringly adhered to through ill-report and blame—
The fretting of the groundlings, the fumings of the pit,
The jibes and jeers and snarls and sneers which men mistake for wit.
We knew the rising splendor of thy sun could never wane
Until, the earth encompass'd, it sank in dazzling flame.
In faith assured we waited as in patience thou didst wait,
Knowing full well the answer must sooner come or late.
And come it has, sufficingly, the discord disappears,
Until to-day again is heard the music of the spheres
Proclaiming thee the well-beloved, peer of the proudest peers.