Vermont are not mentioned- -in all lands—teaching the Indian in his western wigwam, sailing up the Bosphorus to teach the besotted Turk, and holding up the beacon light of Christianity to the millions of Japan. Dr. Hiram Brigham was the missionary historian; jurist Redfield, the highest authority in railroad law; Dr. Horace Greene was long the leading medical authority in the Metropolis; and Rev. Dr. T. N. Post, the eminent veteran of a St. Louis pulpit.

Before the political lapsus of '84 (Rum, Romanism and Rebellion), Vermont furnished president, senate president, a senatorial master in finance and head of the judiciary, and three foreign diplomats of a high class. To-day, Phelps at the court of St. James is exchanging civilities with Sir Curtis Lampson - the only American knight, a Vermonter.

There is one unmentioned. When clouds of sorrow hung over us drear as night in the loss of our beloved President Garfield, our fears for the nation's future were quieted in the known character of a successor, a gentleman educated in the school of patriots, ample in the resources of knowledge, a reader of men, with the skill of statesmanship, of whom we are proud in his eminence a Vermonter president - Chester A. Arthur.

Diplomacy has rounded eminent civil service when a Vermonter's son spoke for our nation in a European capital, while Stoughton was minister at St. Petersburg, Kasson at Vienna and Marsh at Rome, the latter longer in diplomatic service than any American.

In art, our painters have made respectable attainment in landscape, while in sculpture, Mead and Powers have no American superiors, the latter the restorer of glory to marble in the Greek Slave.

Under the inspiration of our poets, you long for the mountain air, and a stroll by the trout brook. Saxe mounts his pegasus, and all the Saxon race laughs. Hudson recites his conceptions of the great poet and we read our Shakespeare anew.

While at the Iowa State Association of Vermonters, I organized a New England Society absorbing the Vermont. In a copy of my valedictory I find these words:

I am one of those tramps, born by the mountains with no expectation or desire of being born anywhere else. In this we are kin, protesting that the down-South prodigal adventurer, with several outs to one in, who, after filial invitations, came

to himself and on the way wired his father, “Fatted calf for one", was not a Vermonter. They return home with a trophy, a seal skin caught in exploring for the north pole, a robe won in a buffalo hunt on the plains, gold from the gulch, or with an honorable scar or well-earned star from battle-fields, or a medal of honor. If clouded by misfortunes, they indulge in the charities and chances of cold victuals and cider elsewhere. Every child was born with bright expectations, and the warfare and early trials of the pioneer left an impress with posterity.

Nature was our mentor, in solitary grandeur, and a symbol of character in a backbone of granite the length of the state; for in the stern tests of principle none to the manor born or the true sons abroad called in any Dr. Appalacca as cosmetico for a curvature of the spine.

It is the day of unions and leagues. Let us in our western home, emulous of the fame of our mountain comrades, spread the table for brother east of the Hudson, embracing the noblest of yeomanry in the world's history, not forgetting marital adoptions and exchanges, unifying a people akin in origin and blended in labor. It is related that a shepherd dog, hunting all night in cold and storm on the mountains for the lost sheep, moved the admirer of canine fidelity to the inelegant comparison "that all there is of good in man is the dog that is in him". If we have spoken in earnest praise of our old home and the fathers, it is not a just conclusion that most of the good in our national family is the Vermont blood in it, when the bald truth is, we have given and gotten, exchanged our jewels and been fortunate in matrimonial ventures.

Hail, old mountain home! A tear for the veterans dead in the valleys, gratitude for memories of her, grand in history, rich in every animal production save the mugwumps.

Hail, Vermont mothers, the Cornelias whose jewels are the Gracchi sons, founding states afar from the old hive. Our marble is white and finer the deeper quarried, so shall the deep study of the virtues of our mothers, as well as fathers, deepen our love and admiration for them and the home of our childhood. They are the true mothers of sons who moistened many a battle-field with their blood; and whenever led by generals worthy to lead them and determined for victory, the soldiers of New England, whether at Bull Run, in the swamps of the Chickahominy, with spade or gun, or fighting above the clouds on the mountains of Tennessee, were true to the flag, true to their ancestral fame, and true to their God:

The Hon. Solomon Foote, for thirty years a senator from Vermont, was a friend of my father and taught school in an adjoining district. Being chosen by the Vermont representatives, to speak at the funeral obsequies in the capitol, April 12th, 1866, I said:

It is a pleasing reflection that my early years were spent near the mountain home of the lamented senator. He gave me assurance of his friendship, and that he cherished the memory of my dearest deceased kindred furnishes me an occasion to pay a brief and sorrowful tribute to his character and virtues.

That biography which follows the eulogistic sketches in the forum will place the deceased in the front rank of our American gentlemen and statesmen, the measure of whose success should be unseparated from the associations and means by which it was attained. The grave senator ever with emotion and pride spoke of the rural town of Cornwall, Vermont, where he was born. Its population is not a thousand souls, and less at the beginning of this century, yet has the distinguishing honor, in addition to an intelligent yeomanry, of furnishing thirty-six educated clergymen, eighteen lawyers, twenty-three physicians and fourteen professional teachers. Its town institutions were the church, the lyceum and the school. In the church young Solomon was baptized; at the lyceum he spoke, to give promise of future eminence; and the school he left to become a teacher and college graduate, later tutor, and founder and head of an institution of learning. He honored the vocation of the schoolmaster and never wearied in giving this humble profession credit for its devotion to a refined civilization and the general welfare. With truly American simplicity he taught our youth self-reliance, and for himself, who owed nothing to wealth, the partiality of friends, or the issue of campaigns, he regarded it as fortunate that he was called in discipline to tread the hard, rough paths of life. He was proud of his origin; and that filial affection of a fatherless boy for a doting and devoted mother was an augury of future fidelity and devotion to the national weal, most fortunately realized in more than a quarter of a century of service, and ending in one of the most glorious tributes on record to the worth of parental instruction and the reality and value of the Christian religion.

As husband and father he was doting and beloved; a scholar without pedantry; a gentleman free from the arts of the courtier; brave in action without bravado; matchless in volume and sweetness of voice; persuasive in eloquence, yet abstemious in speech; genial as a companion, unwavering in friendship; in society

"Pliant as reeds where streams of freedom glide";

a senator and statesman,

"Firm as the hills to stem oppression's tide."

Bereaved and gallant people of Vermont, millions are mourning with you to-day. It has been your fortune to furnish a noble exemplar for the nation, reflecting in character the grandeur of your evergreen mountains and the clear waters distilled in the rugged cliffs.

In the shadow of the shaft of the purest marble which will be reared to commemorate his virtues in the chosen place of his burial, he shall sleep with the honors of a hero, for here he met a mightier than earth's mailed soldier, the "king of terrors", and with a smile. With a premonition of an early dissolution, he was raised from his pillow to gaze once more upon this Capitol, and then, with mortal vision ended, to bebold in its brightness the city of the living God, the home of the ransomed soul.

In the address to my fellow-townsmen in Vermont, I summed up some of the celebrities of that state in the following

SHORTER CATECHISM

of biographic mention, which will have the merit of brevity and verity, giving the names of a few eminent in our annals:

Who, in recognition of the God of Armies, in laconic speech,

demanded in the name of God and the Continental Congress, a surrender of the key to the fortress of American Liberty at Ticonderoga? ETHAN ALLEN.

What jurist, in a fugitive slave case, first trampled on the traditions and laws of human chattelship, in demanding before a surrender of a slave which was held for return, a "bill of sale from God Almighty"? The first Vermont judge-THEOPHILUS HARRINGTON.

Who was the general in the late rebellion who first (in Louisiana), comprehending the value of the slave, without orders enlisted colored troops ?-GENERAL J. W. PHELPS.

What law-maker and leader of the American Congress, by his eloquence and courage, gained the title of the "Old Commoner"? A native of Peacham, Vt. — THADDEUS STEVENS.

Name the veteran diplomat and first in the rank of linguistic scholars and critics, and it is a Vermonter, with more than national fame! GEORGE P. MARSH.

The Christian philanthropist who gave the library of this great scholar to the University of Vermont, and one of the chaste edifices of the world to his college-the peer of princes, also a Vermonter-FREDERICK BILLINGS.

The only idol of the democratic party loyal to the flag since General Jackson, the "Little Giant", born in Brandon, Vt.-STEPHEN A. DOUGLAS.

Before what Vermont sculptor has the world paid homage in recognition of that master-piece of high art, the Greek Slave? HIRAM POWERS.

What other American has chiseled his genius in marble and immortalized it in decorative bronze, in our parks and galleries, until rising to national fame? The Brattleboro boy (though born

in New Hampshire) - LARKIN G. MEAD.

Who has thrown upon the canvas the beauty of the valleys and grandeur of the mountains of his native land better than our "Beech Hill Painter"?

Where an Anglo-Saxon the equal in puns, smoother in verse, more brilliant in wit, than our lamented-JOHN G. SAXE.

None but the Almighty may "weigh the mountains in scales, hills in a balance", but next, by the world's acclaim, decorated by kings, is the exact weighing of earth's jewels and products by the late governor-ERASTUS FAIRBANKS.

If Vermont gave to the world Joe Smith and Mormonism, with many wives, it was reserved for your senator to crush the monster Hydra-GEORGE F. EDMUNDS.

The highest ranking minister, save him who holds intercourse with the "King of Kings", is a Vermonter, at St. James Court, in London - EDWARD J. PHELPS.

What American divine filled one of the first places west of the Mississippi river? The lamented veteran of St. Louis -DR. T. M. POST.

First of emancipation orators, deceased in New York, was— ALVIN STEWART.

Who presides at the Centennial celebration at Philadelphia, in memory of the adoption of the National Constitution? A Vermont diplomat-JOHN A. KASSON.