they have come or are coming, these white messages of love and respect, of grateful remembrance and cordial good wishes. And not names only, but often one has written more fully the thoughts of his heart. Some have written to you direct. Those that have come to your committee we have preserved for you. Of these latter I have time here to read only three.

Mr. GEORGE S. CHASE, CAMBRIDGE, MASS.:

Dear Sir,- Nothing would give us greater pleasure than to be of the number of those who commemorate Dr. McKenzie's fortieth anniversary, having heard his first sermon in the old church. I fear, however, that ill-health and the weather may prevent our acceptance of the invitation, but send our sincerest congratulations, hoping he may live to celebrate his diamond wedding with the Shepard Church.

Faithfully yours,

JOSEPH and CAROLINE BURGESS.

WAREHAM, January 13, 1907.

Each Sunday, year in, year out, my father, on returning from church, would say: "Well, Mr. McKenzie preached to-day the best sermon to which I ever listened!" The conclusion reached was that our good pastor was a growing man "! To-day, I doubt not, his people are thinking the same thought. Breadth and depth, tenderness and exaltation, characterize his sermons and writings. The poet and artist in the man complete the charm to which his audience responds! His prayers epitomize the Psalms of David. Like Moses, after three score years and ten, his intellectual force is "not abated." Long may he live to dignify and adorn the church, honor his Alma Mater, stand for righteousness in civic affairs, and be a bulwark of strength to neighboring churches.

"Hath he not always treasures, always friends,

love, and light,

The good, great man? Three treasures,
And calm thoughts equable as infants' breath:
And three firm friends, more sure than day and night,
Himself, his Maker, and the Angel Death."

With highest esteem,

(Signed) CAROLINE SANDS BURGESS.

NORFOLK, MASS., January 14, 1907. My dear Mr. Chase, My father thought that the following genealogical sketch might be of interest to you.

Nicholas Danforth, my ancestor, was born in Framlingham, England; baptized March 1, 1589; married Elizabeth, who died and was buried in Framlingham, February 22, 1628. He came with the children in 1634 to Cambridge, or Newetowne as it was then called. He had a son Jonathan, baptized March 2, 1627-8; who had a son Jonathan, born in Billerica, February 18, 1658-9, died January, 1710-11; who had a son Samuel, born in Billerica, September 16, 1692, died about 1749; who had a son Jonathan, born in Billerica, June 14, 1736, died in Williamstown, February, 1802; who had a daughter Phoebe, born August 15, 1767, married Barnabas Cary, and died at Medway, September 8, 1843. They had a daughter Pamela Cary, born August 2, 1788; married in 1814, Darius Ware. They had a son Lyman Cary Ware, who had a son Lyman Eugene Ware, who is my father. Consequently I am a lineal descendant of the Nicholas Danforth mentioned at the beginning.

This Nicholas, when in England, was a friend and associate of the reverend and honored Thomas Shepard, the namesake of our Cambridge church. Although Nicholas lived but four years after his arrival in New England, he led an active life, and was closely identified with the interests of the new town. When the important committee to "take order for a college at Newetowne " was selected, November 20, 1637, he was one of those selected.

The remembrance of my connection with "Dr. McKenzie's church," the church of which my Danforth ancestor was one of the original members, will always be very pleasant to me.

Yours truly,

PAMELA CARY WARE.

And now permit me to say a few words as to the album. This is an age of combinations, of corporations, of trusts. Even literature feels the spirit of the time, and authors collaborate in their work. You would search far and wide to find so unique a specimen of collaborated authorship as this. We know of others equally or more voluminous in our own neighborhood, but they were restricted to special classes,

college students or high school graduates. But here you have authors of all ages and all social positions. One card contains in printed capitals the name of one so young that her baby fingers were hardly long enough to clasp the lead pencil. Not far from hers is an autograph still clear and strong though the hand that wrote it carries the weight of more than ninetythree years. Honored judges, great merchants, shut-in invalids, men and women bent by toil and sorrow, mingle here with youths and maidens full of hope and anticipation and with other men and women who bear the burden and heat of the day. Nearly a thousand authors have here combined to tell one story, the story of their affection for you. To me perhaps the most touching and suggestive of all is a group of names known to but few of those here present. They come from across our eastern border, from Nova Scotia and New Brunswick, from Prince Edward Island and Cape Breton and far-off Newfoundland, where the sound of the sea you love so well is ever in their ears. I knew most of them personally when they were members of Dr. Parker's wellknown Sunday-afternoon class. Then they were what we called housemaids, a class apart. Now they are sisters well beloved, who take equal rank with us in these pages.

May God grant in his own good time that all of us whose names are in this album shall find them in that greater book which is being prepared above, the Lamb's Book of Life.

PRESENTATION OF PURSE.

As a further token of the esteem and love of the people for Dr. McKenzie, the sum of seventeen hundred dollars had been subscribed and was presented to Dr. McKenzie by Mr. George S. Saunders, the senior deacon of the church, who said:

Our dear Pastor and Personal Friend, I desire to say, in behalf of the committee in charge of arrangements for the various services and gatherings connected with this anniver

sary week, that the hearty and spontaneous response to the invitations has been most gratifying, but especially appreciated are the many letters that have come, not only from your present parishioners, but from those who in former years were identified with this church, enclosing loving remembrances, and expressing affection and deepest regard for you, the pastor for two score years of this historic church. It seems not out of place to quote from a few of these many letters.

One writing from a distant city says, "I am happy to be remembered by the church in Cambridge on this occasion, and glad to be allowed to unite with others in an expression of personal gratitude to Dr. McKenzie and high appreciation of his long and faithful service."

Another with her gift writes: "In loving memory of my mother, who was a devoted friend of the Shepard Church and Dr. McKenzie."

Another writes: "This small gift comes with a great deal of feeling and much love."

These and like expressions only serve to indicate the love and regard in which you are held by your parishioners.

It is, therefore, with great pleasure, in behalf of your parishioners and friends, that I now present to you and Mrs. McKenzie, who has been your helpmeet, and whose wise counsel through all these years has enabled you to carry on your chosen work, this free-will offering of a grateful people.

RESPONSE OF DR. MCKENZIE.

Mr. Chairman and Friends,—You have given me such ample opportunity to say all that I ought to say in connection with this anniversary that I will make but a few remarks at this time. Let me say once for all that I am deeply moved, more than I can tell you, by all that has been said and sung.

You seem to have recognized the portrait of a friend of yours. I have been trying to recognize the portrait you have been

painting in your words. Just now and then I seem to see a slight resemblance. It seems to be the portrait of a man who graduated in the Class of '59.

When a boy, I had a sister living in Cambridge, and I was brought up to the old church home. The sexton once took me by a secret path under the pulpit where we had to stoop to get through. Benjamin Franklin says that to get through this world we have sometimes to stoop. I have found this out since and I have always remembered this little path in the church. I am very glad to have this album and the cards which I have not yet seen.

I am the only pastor who knows this church, not the church of to-day only, but the church of the past. I do not know any church very well. It is rather a collection of individuals, and every individual has a place in my mind and heart. I am sure that every name will be a distinct memory to me. I shall cherish the remembrance.

This gathering is made up of comparatively newcomers. My mind takes in the entire forty years. I remember those who were here when my ministry began. After them came many good men and women who have now passed on. No man can take away the memory of these people from me. There will be somebody here, by and by, to take the church of that day, but many who have been here will work in that church. The church of the past is mine. It is impossible that it should be taken from me. It is very dear to my heart. Men in the past have their church and their friends. Men in the future will have their friends. But the church which I have had no man will ever have again.

The other side of this sacred trust must be borne in mind. I have served this church for forty years and it has served me for forty years. It is a sort of double relationship. Perhaps it is almost as much for me to be had as for you to have me. My life has been under the influence of the place and the people and the great opportunities given me here.