hat a
ramble through green fields at any time, and along sparkling streams, is
better than a sick-bed, or the apothecary's drugs and doses.

We are all of us, I suppose, more or less subject to the blues,
business-men, clergymen, and even politicians. In such cases, it is of
no use to shut one's self up in the house, and brood over trouble. The
best remedy is a walk, a good long stretch into the country, fresh air,
a hearty laugh with some friend; or an exhilarating ride, Brother MURRAY
would say, probably, behind a "perfect horse." And these are some of the
blessings it is proposed to secure for us. The very season now here
speaks impressively for this enterprise. The glories of a June day, how
they make us yearn for rural scenes! Nature everywhere is beckoning.
"The mountains and the hills break forth before us into singing, and all
the trees of the field clap their hands."

THE PRESIDENT. We have listened with much satisfaction and enjoyment to
the address of one of the clergymen of the city of Boston: but all
denominations of the Christian Church are included in this call; and I
am now happy to introduce to you the Rev. Mr. BODFISH, Rector of the
Catholic Cathedral of the Holy Cross of the city of Boston. [Applause.]

SPEECH OF THE REV. J. P. BODFISH.

MR. PRESIDENT AND GENTLEMEN,--I am happy to stand here, where so many of
my ancestors have stood, and to address my fellow-citizens on such a
measure of public importance. When this matter was first brought to my
attention through the papers, when the plan proposed in all its grandeur
first came before my mind, I was reminded of a saying of a musical
friend of mine. He belonged to a band. He came from the fatherland; and
his great specialty was to play on the trombone. After a while, it
became rather remarkable, these solos on the trombone; and some of the
college boys wanted to put him down a little; so they commenced by
applauding. That seemed to have no effect. So one night they thought
they would try another plan. He was playing his best on the trombone;
and one of the boys cried out, "Louder!" And so he began again on the
trombone; and the boys said, "Louder!" And he tried again on the
trombone; and the boys still cried, "Louder!" And they still kept on,
"Louder!" until he almost burst every blood-vessel. And he put down his
instrument in disgust and said, "It is very well to say, 'Louder!' but
where is you going to get the vind?" [Laughter.]

Now