could paint with equal faithfulness the peculiar fervor of the revivalist and the graceful genuflexions of the ritualist. Nor was it a mere idle curiosity that carried him to so many and such varied services. He went to them impelled by a mighty instinct, because he loved himself to worship God and because he desired to know the methods by which other souls found their way into the presence of the Highest. Nay, he worshipped himself with the worshippers of every cult and creed. His spirit went out in communion just as surely on the wings of the modest prayer uttered in the poorest and meanest earthly tabernacle as on the incense of a pompous ceremonial in a gorgeous cathedral. Since Thomas Wilson, the first minister of the first church in this historic city, no more genuinely pious and devout soul has walked the streets of Boston than Benjamin Kimball Russ.

He was a passionate lover of nature; not only that, but he knew and rejoiced in the message it had to give. Like Hosea Ballou, 2d, and Thomas Starr King he loved the mighty hills among which in these later years his daily life was cast. Every day he looked upon the impressive forms of Adams and Jefferson with increasing interest because they

proclaimed with an emphasis that could not be mistaken the majesty and infinity of God. I rode down with him one day through Shelburne, crossed the river and came up on the other side of the bridge from which the finest view of Mount Washington is to be had, where you see the whole mountain from its roots to the summit set in the everlasting framework of the hills. I suppose he had seen it a hundred times, but he stopped his horse and sat awed and silent before it for several minutes; and then he turned to me and said, "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help." It is something of a satisfaction that one who adored the hills not only for their beauty, but for the exposition they give of eternal verities, should have passed his last days under their shadow and that they should have been the last things his eyes beheld. In his thought they stood as the living gateway of the new Jerusalem.

To the youngest of the present generation of Universalist ministers, he is almost entirely unknown, and even those of ten or fifteen years' standing have had few opportunities to test his quality. But those of us who knew him in the unfolding period of his bright and

promising youth, or in the strength and maturity of his powers, without dissent, will affirm that but for limitations which were superficial, but which he could not overcome, he would have been a great leader and teacher among men. To us, therefore, the passing away of so much power is an occasion of ineffable sadness. Our sorrow is enhanced still further by the fact that he possessed qualities of almost matchless loveliness. The charm and grace of his personality was irresistible. He was bound to those he loved with hooks of steel. A friendship once formed was to him sacred and inviolable forever; and those who I walked with him as I have done in confidential affection feel as if a very essential part of life had been taken away. After such a loss I feel more than ever as if henceforth my conversation should be in heaven. The best privilege that I can claim is that of laying this tribute of a lifelong love on his new made grave.

Farewell beloved friend, noble and true,friend of my youth and maturer manhood! Farewell white soul, fit for the society and fellowship of angels! That you have entered into the great company of immortals whom your matchless religious imagination so often

enabled you to prefigure, the great company of those who have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the lamb, I do not doubt any more than I doubt my own existence. My devout prayer to almighty God is, that when my time shall come to cross the mysterious boundary into the "land of the hereafter," your clarion voice may be the first to hail me from the other side and your hand the first extended in welcome.

ADDRESS BEFORE THE CONGREGATIONAL CLUB IN TREMONT TEMPLE, DECEMBER 27, 1898.

Mr. President and Ladies and Gentlemen:

I count it an honor to be invited to this board on this festive and, may I not say, historic occasion. Nevertheless I feel that I am entitled to your commiseration, since I am to present one side of the most important question that has confronted the American people since the war of the rebellion, and am to be followed by one of the most eminent constitutional lawyers and statesmen of the country. Of course, I have not the vanity to suppose that any words that I can utter will have the value that attaches to Governor Boutwell's thought. Still I am compelled after the most careful consideration to lift up my voice in behalf of the policy of President McKinley. My sense of nationality is too intense to permit me to do otherwise. I hate to be called a little American. Moreover, I feel that expansion has been the moving principle of the country from the time of the earliest settlement. Your meeting to-night is