bondage, learn that he has fallen, who shall comfort them? O, thou
Shepherd of Israel, that didst comfort thy people of old, to thy
care we commit the helpless, the long-wronged, and grieved.

And now the martyr is moving in triumphal march, mightier than when
alive. The nation rises up at every stage of his coming. Cities and
States are his pallbearers, and the cannon beats the hours with
solemn progression. Dead, dead, dead, he yet speaketh. Is Washington
dead? Is Hampden dead? Is David dead? Is any man that ever was fit
to live dead? Disenthralled of flesh, and risen in the unobstructed
sphere where passion never comes, he begins his illimitable
work. His life now is grafted upon the infinite, and will be
fruitful as no earthly life can be. Pass on, thou that hast
overcome. Your sorrows, O people, are his peace. Your bells and
bands and muffled drums sound triumph in his ear. Wail and weep
here; God made it echo joy and triumph there. Pass on.

Four years ago, O Illinois, we took from your midst an untried man
and from among the people. We return him to you a mighty
conqueror. Not thine any more, but the nation's; not ours, but the
world's. Give him place, O ye prairies. In the midst of this great
continent his dust shall rest, a sacred treasure to myriads who
shall pilgrim to that shrine to kindle anew their zeal and
patriotism. Ye winds that move over the mighty places of the West,
chant his requiem. Ye people, behold a martyr whose blood, as so
many articulate words, pleads for fidelity, for law, for liberty.

LORD BELHAVEN (1656-1708)

Scotland ceased to exist as a nation by the act of union, May 1st,
1707. As occasions have been so rare in the world's history when a
nation has voluntarily abdicated its sovereignty and ceased to exist
by its own free act, it would be too much to say that Lord
Belhaven's speech against surrendering Scotch nationality was worthy
of so remarkable a scene as that presented in he Scotch Parliament
when, soon after its opening, November 1st, 1706, he rose to make the
protest which immortalized him.

Smollet belongs more properly to another generation, but the feeling
against the union was rather exaggerated than diminished between the
date of its adoption and that of his poem, 'The Tears of Scotland,'
into the concluding stanza of which he has condensed the passion
which prompted Belhaven's protest:--

"While the warm blood bedews my veins
And un