Horace L. Traubel, editor - At the graveside of Walt Whitman, 1892

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HAIL

WALT WHITMAN



AT THE GRAVESIDE OF WALT WHITMAN: HARLEIGH, CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY,

MARCH

30th

AND SPRIGS OF LILAC

EDITED BY HORACE

L.

TRAUBEL

Here then Comrade, Breathe from these fragrant leaves love, exaltation, renewal: Through Him, through You, the Future. With reverent hand I gather cmd

In pledge

tie

eternal.

1892

a few stray blossoms here


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On

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" Some solemn immortal birth;

the frontiers to eyes impenetrable,

Some soul is passing

over."



!

—

!

Good-bye, Walt Good-bye from all you loved of EarthRock, tree, dumb creature, man and woman To you their comrade human.

The last assault Ends now, and now in some great world has birth A minstrel, whose strong soul finds broader wings, More brave imaginings. Stars crown the hill-top where your dust shall lie, Even as we say good-bye, Good-bye, old Walt

Edmund

Clarence Stedman.



AT THE GRAVESIDE OF WALT WHITMAN FRANCIS

HOWARD WILLIAMS:

These are the words of Walt Whitman

Come

and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely

:

lovely

arriving-, arriving,

In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death. Prais'd be the fathomless universe,

For

andjoy, andfor objects and knowledge

life

And for love, For the

—but praise /praise

sweet love

sure- enwinding

arms of

!

curious,

praise !

cool- enfolding death.

Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome ? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.

Approach strong deliveress, When it is so, zvhen thou hast taken them I joyously sing

the

dead,

Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, the flood of thy bliss O death.

Laved in

From me to thee glad serenades, Dances for thee I propose saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee, And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread sky are fitting,

And life and the fields, and the

huge and thoughtful

night.

The night in silence under many a star, The ocea?i shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice I know, And the soul turning to thee O vast and well-veiVd death,

And the

body gratefully nestling close

to thee. (7)


At

8

of Walt Whitman

the Graveside

Over the tree-tops Ifloat thee a song, Over the rising and sinking waves, over the myriad fields and the prairies wide, Over the dense-pack'd cities all and the teeming wharves and ways,

Jfloat this

THOMAS

We

O death.

carol with joy, with joy to thee B.

HARNED

:

have come here to-day to entomb the body of Walt

Whitman.

We do not come in sadness.

The

great singer of

death and immortality would have us utter only words of joy.

We who have been the personal witnesses of his daily habit have no

right to

be

In the presence of death

silent.

duty to give testimony to the consistency of his I

am

for

1873, poor, paralyzed

many

and

years.

sick.

would be prolonged.

the nursing of soldiers. ministry.

With

history of the

No

to

this city, in

Camden

sacrifice.

in

He had no thought then that He had given his best years to

tongue can

tell

the extent of that

war presents no instance of nobler

duty or sublimer

last days.

He came

untiring fidelity he served his country.

the terrible strain, and this

The

fulfillment of

The stalwart physique broke under man came among us to spend his

For more than seventeen years he has been a

familiar figure.

During these long years of suffering no one

has ever heard him utter a word of complaint. his gentleness, his charity, his

spiring

becomes our

life.

charged with the special duty to speak for

which he has lived

his life

it

and cheery

We

know

wisdom, his simplicity, his

voice, his majestic

and venerable

strong and classic face, cast in an antique mould.

of in-

figure, his

We

have

seen him on our streets, or frequenting the ferry-boats, or driving over the neighboring roads.

from every walk of

humble.

He

life,

more

His companions have been

especially

among

the poor

and

has taken a personal interest in the welfare of

mechanics, deck-hands, car-drivers and other sons of toil.

He


At was the

the Graveside

of Walt Whitman

and they

friend of children,

all

more

for the

Although

loved him.

persons of eminence in literary and public age, he cared

g

paid him

life

hom-

common

companionship of the

people.

How

fitting

it

is

supreme juncture to proclaim

at this

magnificent courage

Every moment of

!

He

the teachings of his books.

his

life

his

with

tallied

never bent the knee to wealth

His love of humanity was so broad that to him

and power.

He had

the ragged urchin was as dear as the learned scholar.

a message for mankind, and what he had to say he said with fearlessness

He

and without apology.

the most adverse censure

;

and when,

never flinched under

in

his declining years,

he realized that he had been accepted and honored by the greatest

men

serene.

Let the day bring health or sickness, pleasure or pain,

gain or

of his

loss, praise

own

time, his

modesty was

childlike

and

or censure, he ever journeyed "the even

tenor of his way."

A dominant

trait

of his character was gratitude, and

because of his personal request to

me

"Don't

citizens.

he was one of

forget,"

he

said,

"to

their

it is

speak to-day to

I

Camden

return his thanks to the people of acts of kindness while

that

for their

many

humble fellow-

say, thanks, thanks,

thanks."

Year by year he grew sened, until, at ability to

last,

work, his serene

tered or declined.

No

and

his ability to

walk

faith, his

;

les-

but his

joyous courage, never

fal-

His tenacity of purpose never weakened.

one could detect any intellectual sluggishness or the timidity

of age. I

feebler,

he could not leave the house

His keen insight and clear vision never

deem

it

my

failed him.

duty to mention two important facts

:

one, his

POSITIVE BELIEF IN IMMORTALITY, and the Other his FEARLESS-

NESS OF DEATH.

With him immortality was not a hope nor a

beautiful dream.


At the Graveside of Walt Whitman

io

He

believed that

man

is

we

an eternal universe, and that

all live in

His views of

as indestructible as his Creator.

ions of others,

reli-

He was

tolerant of the opin-

and recognized the good

in all religious sys-

gion have been misunderstood.

tems. His philosophy was without the limitation of creed, and

included the best thought of every age and clime.

This last,

faith in the immortality of identity remained to the and he gladly welcomed death as the " Usherer, Guide at

We who have visited him

last to all."

death carol waited for

**

in his sickness

know

of

He who

sang the immortal lovely and soothing death " with the

his utter fearlessness of death.

serenity of a child. is finished. The consecration is complete. we have known him have any of us known him ?

His life-work

We say

;

Does not such a

life

baffle

our understanding ?

Camden will be best known and honored because it has known and honored Walt Whitman. In this beautiful and fitting burial-ground we place all of him that is mortal. Future generations

their adoration of

will visit this shrine in

one of the world's immortals.

FRANCIS

HOWARD WILLIAMS

These are the words of Confucius All the living must

die,

:

:

and dying, return

to the

ground.

.

.

The bones and flesh moulder away below, and hidden away, become the earth of the

and

is

But

fields.

the spirit issues forth

displayed on high in a condition of glorious bright-

ness.

These are the words of Gautama The

state that is peaceful,

from fear, where It is

free

:

from

birth or death is not,

body,

from passion and

—that is Nirvana.

a calm wherein no wind blows.

Nirvana

is

the completion

and

opposite shore of existence,


:

At free

from

Whitman

ji

restraint,

and of great

the Graveside of Walt

decay, tranquil,

knowing no

blessedness.

The wind cannot be squeezed be told.

Yet the wind

Even

is.

in the hand,

so

Nirvana

nor can

its

color

is.

These are the words of Jesus the Christ Blessed are the poor in spirit ; for theirs

kingdom of

is the

heaven.

Blessed are they that mourn ; for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek ; for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness ;

for they

shall be filled.

Blessed are the merciful ; for they shall obtain mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart ; for they shall see God.

DANIEL G. BRINTON

:

Friends of the dead, comrades and lovers of him left

us

— We

meet

to

thoughts have forged the bonds between in

midwinter

abided until

us.

We

has

life

and

feared that

he would have been taken from us the flowers of

who

him whose

bid farewell to

come

spring had

to

;

but he

deck

his

sepulchre, and until the leaves of grass, typical to his soul of

the mystic energy of nature, stretched out their tender fronds

toward

his

tomb.

His contending

has reached the end of the untried

spirit

roads he loved to follow. crises

he has fought out the

Through sharp fight,

eyes fixed on the well-marked goal.

beyond the "frontiers

defeats

and baffled

ever marching on with clear

His

spirit

to eyes impenetrable."

has passed

The "dark

mother, gliding near with soft feet," has taken this child to her

sure-enwinding arms, and laves him

We stand on the hither shore,

in the flood of

her

bliss.

and our eyes have not force

to

search the dimness of the floating ocean into which he has

journeyed.

Let us turn to note the legacy he has

left.


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No

the Graveside

was

idler

no

he,

of Walt Whitman

dallier with the

golden hours, but

He

arduous, contentious, undissuadable and infinitely loving.

came bearing the burden of a Gospel, the Gospel of the Individual Man he came teaching that the soul is not more than the body, and that the body is not more than the soul, and ;

that nothing, not

God

himself,

is

greater to one than one's self

is.

He

asked no

man

to accept his teachings, or to

him master.

disciple, or to call

above the heads of world.

It

all

become

his

His strong voice resounded

high men, and over the roofs of the

challenged alike wealth and power, and want and

death, proclaiming that man, the one man, the individual,

every individual, has

all rights

and

powers,

all

of the world, sole ruler of the universe his claims

and make good

—

let

the autocrat

is

him only enforce

his title.

His words are perpetual warnings to all sects and syndicates, to all leagues

and orders which bind men's minds or muscles

to the bidding of another,

or in action

;

which make them slaves

and a warning against

own

bondage

to one's

fears, to

accepted and self-forged shackles.

gain true freedom, a new, an electric

the

of one's

life,

was

for

life

He who

self, let

him

rors

and certain end.

to try to alarm him.

had given up

truth "without

and

his secret,

joy.

left

with

Idle, indeed,

Almost did

and

in his ear

Death had come

to

that

had whispered

him

name," the " word unsaid," not

whose embracing " should awake him.

seem

it

King of Terto

mean

to

be found

"in any dictionary, utterance, symbol," the creative friend

patiently,

consign to the clasp of the tomb.

to him, as to the mighty sage of Kapilavastu, the

hints of cheer

would

and body stinging with

meaning of that legacy of verse

fear that fatal

Death

theught

traditions, to cultivated

feel soul

whom now we

Never did he it

imbibed

to

who would

persistently seek the

us by him

self,

in

and commoner

that worse

the

sign, " the


At

Whitman

the Graveside of Walt

Therefore he harbored no suspicion of death not that his concern, and that of all men, with

life

;

ij

but he forgot

not with death, but

is

not with that which cannot be said, but with that

;

the saying and doing of which will help the

the strong,

weak and gladden

the fallen and enlighten the thoughtful, spread

lift

men and

robust love between

tender sympathy among

women.

This was his practical mission.

On

the portal of the holiest shrine in ancient Greece were

inscribed the words, " Pilot of the Galilean

Know

Lake

thyself" the message of " the was " Deny thyself" the iteration

"

;

;

whose mortal

of this child of the doctrine of the inner light,

remains

we now

consign to the tomb, was " Be thyself."

They are the evoluThey are all embraced in one of him whom Walt Whitman in his strong and homely

There

no

is

conflict in these teachings.

tion of the self-same sentiment. line

phrase called " the boss of us

all

"

" Self- reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,

These three alone lead

Be

thyself

suffer neither the tyranny

;

power."

to sovereign

life

which comes from the

assumptions of others, nor that which proceeds from thine lower nature

one

;

own

true to thyself, never canst thou be false to any

—to man, to woman, or to God. This was his teaching to bid farewell — the long, the timeless farewell.

whom we now

FRANCIS These are the words

He for a

it is

of the

who made

light.

.

HOWARD WILLIAMS Koran

the sun

:

:

for a brightness and the moon

.

.

Verily, in the alternation

of night and day, and in what

God

has created of the heavens and the earth, are signs unto a people

who do fear. Verily those

.

.

who

.

believe

and do what

is right, their

Lord


;

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14

the Graveside of Walt

Whitman

guides them by their faith ; beneath them shall rivers flow in the

gardens of pleasure.

These are the words of Isaiah

I

Lord,

me, thine anger Behold,

is

God is my

salvation ;

believeth in me, though he

me

the Life, saith the

age and

and now we consign

who

will cut

he also

is

live ;

that

and

shall never die.

hour and place

mortal of a great man, a his

be afraid

Lord ; he

were dead, yet shall he

RICHARD MAURICE BUCKE friends, this

ever, for here

ivith

:

and

the Resurrection

whosoever believeth in

I will trust and not

my strength and my song ;

is

These are the words of John

My

angry

turned away, and thou comfortedst me.

for the Lord fehovah become my salvation.

1 am

:

will praise thee ; though thou wast

man who

will

to

:

be memorable

for-

rest all that

was

its

has graved a deep mark on

a yet deeper furrow across the face

of the future.

There

He

is this difficulty in

was so

great,

speaking about Walt Whitman

he stood so apart from, so

men, that when one who knew him attempts those

who

as cause

Not only

far

:

above other

to depict

him

to

did not, the reporter inevitably makes such claims

him so,

to

be charged with extravagant exaggeration.

but on account of the greatness and especially of

the universality of our friend even those

who

lived close

about

him, though conscious of remarkable qualities in the man,

were almost never able

man

to realize in

any adequate degree the

himself.

Over and above

all

ordinary greatness (greatness of per-

ception, of intellect, of will, of moral qualities, of intuition, of spiritual exaltation

and

illumination,

and accurate expression— and

all

and of the power of keen

these greatnesses and

many


At more he

of Walt Whitman

the Graveside

and above

had), over

it

may be

these he had in an eminent

all

degree that crowning endowment,

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faculty, quality, or

which causes a

called, the possession of

whatever

man

be

to

picked out from the rest and set apart as an object of affection.

own

In his to

"he

vivid language,

has the pass-key of hearts,

him the response of the prying

Our very presence here

of

to-day,

hands on the knobs."

many

of us from distant

States and provinces, testifies to the truth of what

had our hearts and

lives

more emphatically of the place

tell far

I

say

;

but

adequate voices, many of them would

taken by our dead friend

them

in

been

that has

though a stranger, has

for he,

;

been to many of us closer than the closest

—more

than

the

all

rest.

You know say

all this

an old

is

as well as

All that

I.

You, as well as

story.

I,

I

have said or can

know

the place he

occupies in the eyes of the world to-day, and the place he

occupy

You, as well as

in the future.

occupied

in

our hearts and

present with you, as

it is

scarcely lessened by the is

done and well done,

lives.

with me.

the

— and will

memory

That loss or

I

live as

The deep

And

sense of loss

is

is

knowledge that the work of our and

that,

he more than ever before

of great deeds and heroic lives and deaths.

am

so

majestic spirit

not overwhelmed and crushed, either by our this occasion, that I

am

who

is

so infinitely low before (his) mighty so simple, (he) so august " is cause of

fallible, ;

I

astonishment to myself, as I

friend

though

long as the heart of humanity beats at

by the gravity and greatness of

— "I

to

our grief to-day

can stand here and speak calmly of our great friend

gone

is

he has

feel the place

his rest well earned,

to our senses dead, yet, in reality, lives

I,

it

may be to you. far more than by my own.

well

sustained by his strength

1

have not known him, loved him and studied him a quarter of a century for nothing.


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16

His

the Graveside of Walt

Whitman

trust in the essential friendliness to

universe

that happens

go well

shall

eternal, beautiful right

the limits of any

me

been to

I

;

is

or

all

of us

his conviction that death ("

God's

hand," as he named

in fine, his

;

of the infinite

he and

his absolute assurance that

;

came well and but a good

man

calm and contented acceptance of all that

his

;

faith, intense,

it) is

glowing,

not an evil

vital

have elsewhere known or read

the great solace of

my

life,

beyond have

of,

and are to-day

my

powerful and sufficient support.

The

my

old days in which his presence was so large a part of

come back

life

enveloped but

I

in

to me,

and

do not lament or

repine,

Whatever others may think or

I

that

Time

Spirit

shall

I

who

am

say,

by the great soul which has just

mind

live constantly before

a haze of sadness (how could

I

it

me,

be otherwise ?)

;

tranquil

and resigned.

(inspired

and informed

us)

left

have made up

my

not give in to this arrogant and masterful

desires to deceive

and enslave

us.

I

am

not

going for one instant to admit that Time, Death, or any other

power or influence can take from us what we have once had. The good days of the past live yet, and will always live in the good days of the present and

equally

die, they

future.

They do not

have not died, they are absorbed, transmuted, grow,

are never

lost.

This universe

is

not the hollow nutshell containing the rot-

many make it. It is vital and infinite—" in vain I try to think how infinite." Infinite not in one way, nor two ways, but in an infinite number of ways. What the uni-

ten kernel that so

!

verse not capable of satisfying our needs

we

?

On

the contrary,

are capable of feeling but a fraction of the wants that

it is

able to satisfy. In this satisfied

And

if,

faith,

and

learned from the friend

whom we

mourn,

I

rest

at ease.

dear friend,

we now

place in the

tomb your body,


At that

yon

after all a small matter.

is

You will be You will be to

farewell.

than ever.

we can is

the Graveside of Walt

We do

Whitman

not entomb you nor bid

much as ever and more much as ever you were, and

with us as us as

love you and serve you as well as

You

called living.

as you have said

are in

fact,

if

you were

and more than

still

what

ever, living

;

:

" The best of me then when no longer

visible, for

towards that

have been incessantly preparing."

I

" That

Unto

God

dear

shall take thee to his breast,

his breast

Shall splendor

be sure

;

spirit,

and here on earth

upon thy name forever."

sit

You were no common man when you earth,

jy

and today you are no

common

lived with us here

spirit as

on

you stand amid

the innumerable host before the throne of God.

own right you took rank here below as a supreme workman in your own right to-day you take rank

In your creative

among

;

the supreme creative gods.

There

in the highest regions of the ideal

your work forms the

will

for countless

ages

go on moulding into higher and yet more noble

spirit of

man.

Your life for me lit up the past with an auroral splendor, and upon the world's future you will shine a glorious sun, but the present is darkened by the sombre shades of your setting. But our ever pain that

last

word

we may

to

you must not be a mournful one, what-

feel.

Let

it

rather be a cry of exultation

you were given to the world, and that we

have,

known you

and know you.

That

it

has been

my good me even

and your teaching

fills

sense of triumph

and

are others

on

that

;

I

fortune to this

rejoice to think

who know you and whose

knowledge

know both

yourself

day with an unbounded and believe that there

record shall help to carry

to future generations.


At

i8 All that

"

me I owe

best in

is

shall honor,

to you,

and as long as

And though no And

no

less, I proffer

HOWARD WILLIAMS

:

:

end of the third night, when the dawn appears,

it

soul of the faithful one as if it were brought amidst

seems

to the

plants

and a sweet-scented wind.

And it seems to him him

it

bid thee enter gloriously thy rest."

FRANCIS

to

live I

glance reveal thou doest accept

These are the words of the Zend Avesta the

I

thank and serve you.

My homage —thus

At

Whitman

the Graveside of Walt

as if his

own

in that wind, in the shape

armed, strong,

.

.

.

conscience were advancing

of a maiden fair, bright, white-

thick-breasted, beautiful

And

as fair as the fairest things in the world.

faithful one addressed her, asking :

she answered,

I am

thy

own

of body,

.

.

.

the soul of the

What maid art thou ? And

conscience.

These are the words of Plato

:

Considering the soul to be immortal and able to bear all evil

and good, we

shall always persevere in the road which leads

upwards.

ROBERT G. INGERSOLL: Again we,

in the

mystery of

with the mystery of Death.

A

Life, are

brought face to face

great man, a great American,

the most eminent citizen of this Republic,

and we have met I

He

to

know he needs no words

of mine.

laid the foundations of

deep

brain.

lies

dead before

pay a tribute to his greatness and

it

His fame

in the

human

us,

his worth. is

secure.

heart and

He was, above all I have known, the poet of humanity, He was so great that he rose above the greatest

of sympathy. that he

met without arrogance, and so great

that he stooped

to the lowest without conscious condescension.

He

never

claimed to be lower or greater than any of the sons of men.


At

He came

into our generation a free,

with sympathy for

He

sick.

Whitman

the Graveside of Walt

ig

untrammeled

spirit,

His arm was beneath the form of the

all.

sympathized with the imprisoned and despised, and

even on the brow of crime he was great enough to place the kiss of

One is

human sympathy. of the greatest lines in our literature

is his,

and the

line

great enough to do honor to the greatest genius that has

ever lived.

He said,

speaking of an outcast

sun excludes you do

I

"Not

:

till

the

exclude you."

His charity was as wide as the sky, and wherever there was

human suffering, human misfortune, the sympathy man bent above it as the firmament bends above the

He was built

on a broad and splendid plan

of Whitearth.

—ample, without

appearing to have limitations—passing easily for a brother of

mountains and seas and constellations little

maps and

;

caring nothing for the

charts with which timid pilots

hug the shore,

but giving himself freely with recklessness of genius to winds

and waves and

tides

among

caring for nothing as long as the stars

;

He

were above him.

walked among men, among

verbal varnishers and veneerers,

among

writers,

literary milli-

ners and tailors, with the unconscious majesty of an antique god.

He was

the poet of that divine democracy which gives equal

and daughters of men.

rights to all the sons

great American voice

Republic.

more

No man

;

He

uttered the

uttered a song worthy of the great

ever said more for the rights of humanity,

in favor of real

democracy, of

real justice.

scorned nor cringed, was neither tyrant nor slave.

He neither He asked

only to stand the equal of his fellows beneath the great flag of nature, the blue

He was

loved the clouds light,

sea

and

stars.

the poet of Life. ;

It

was a joy simply

the wind, the winding streams.

when

to breathe.

He

he enjoyed the breath of morning, the twi-

He

loved to look at the

the waves burst into the whitecaps of joy.

He

loved


At

20

the fields, the

Whitman

the Graveside of Walt

hills

;

he was acquainted with the

saw these them

objects, but

that he

He was

trees, with

He

birds, with all the beautiful objects of the earth.

not only

understood their meaning, and he used

might exhibit his heart to

his fellow-men.

He was

the poet of Love.

not ashamed of that

home

divine passion that has built every

in the

world

that

;

divine passion that has painted every picture and given us

every real work of art

world worth living

He

in

that divine passion that has

;

made

and has given some value to human

was the poet of the

ashamed of that which

natural,

natural.

is

and taught men not

He was

the life.

to

be

not only the poet

of democracy, not only the poet of the great Republic, but he

was the poet of the human

He was

race.

limits of this country, but his

not confined to the

sympathy went out over the seas

to all the nations of the earth.

He how

high,

He

hand and

stretched out his

kings and of

all

princes,

felt

himself the equal of

and the brother of

all

men, no matter

no matter how low.

has uttered more supreme words than any writer of our

He

century, possibly of almost any other. things, a

man, and above genius, above

peaks of intelligence, above than

all

all is

all art, rises

all

all

the true man. Greater

among

the true man, and he walked

was, above

the snow-capped

fellow-men

his

as such.

He

He

was the poet of Death.

death, and he justified

He

all.

accepted

and was great enough and splendid enough and

to accept all there

You know

is

better than

say one thing

:

all life

had the courage

life

I

what

his life

Knowing, as he

creeds, all religions,

did,

and believed

was a sky that embraced

all

and

meet

all all,

to harmonize all

as a divine melody.

of

has been, but

in

let

me

what others can know

and what they cannot, he accepted and absorbed all

to

none.

all theories,

His philosophy

clouds and accounted for

all


At clouds.

He all,

He was

he understood

all,

believe

I

absolutely true to himself.

men

the sons of

light.

his

own,

others.

He

all.

He had frankness He was willing

and that

should be absolutely acquainted with his

He

heart and brain.

—than

and he was above

courage, and he was as candid as all

21

had a philosophy and a religion of

broader, as he believed— and as

accepted

Whitman

the Graveside of Walt

pure, serene, noble,

had nothing to conceal.

and yet

for years

Frank, candid,

he was maligned and

slandered, simply because he had the candor of nature. will

be understood

—his

and

yet,

— will

frankness, his candor

He

which he was condemned

that for

add

to the glory

and great-

ness of his fame.

He

wrote a liturgy for mankind

did psalm of

life,

and he gave

he wrote a great and splen-

;

to us the gospel of

humanity

the greatest gospel that can be preached.

He was not afraid to

not afraid to die.

live,

and ready to meet and greet

many months he

sat in the

this

For many years

He was

he and death were near neighbors.

always willing

king called death, and for

deepening twilight waiting for the

night, waiting for the light.

He never lost his

hope.

When

he looked upon the mountain in

the mists filled the valleys,

tops,

and when the mountains

darkness disappeared, he fixed his gaze upon the In his brain were the blessed

his heart

He

were mingled the dawn and dusk of

was not

afraid

that they might clasp the

come, Walt Whitman stretched

sisters of the night,

tears,

he reached

The They remained

hands and greet with smiles the

veiled and silent sisters of the night.

nymphs

in

life.

he was cheerful every moment.

;

laughing nymphs of day did not desert him.

side were the

stars.

memories of the day, and

his

And when

hand

to them.

they did

On one

of the day, and on the other the silent

and

so,

hand

in

his journey's end.

hand, between smiles and


At

22

From

Whitman

the Graveside of Walt

the frontier of

life,

from the western wave-kissed

shore, he sent us messages of content

messages seem now tic

like strains of

and hope, and these music blown by the " Mys-

Trumpeter" from Death's pale realm.

To-day we give back to Mother Nature, to her clasp and kiss, one of the bravest, sweetest souls that ever lived in

human

clay.

Charitable as the air and generous as Nature, he was negli-

gent of all except to do and say what he believed he should do

and should

And all

I

say.

to-day thank him, not only for you but for myself, for

the brave words he has uttered.

thank him

I

for all the

great and splendid words he has said in favor of liberty, in favor of

man and woman,

fathers,

in favor

in favor of

of children, and

motherhood,

in favor of

thank him for the brave

I

words that he has said of death.

He was

has lived, he has died, and death

Thousands and millions

before.

is less

will

terrible

than

it

walk down into the

shadow " holding Walt Whitman by the we are dead the brave words he has spoken

" dark valley of the

hand. will

Long

sound

And so I loved him

after

like

trumpets to the dying.

lay this living,

wreath upon

little

and

I

love him

this great

John burroughs

When

man's tomb.

I

still.

:*

saw the crowds of common people that flocked to Walt Whitman's funeral to-day, I said, how fit, how touching, all this is how well it would please him. It is from the comI

;

mon

people, the great

army of workers,

speaks with such power and authority.

that he rises

and

His poems are

all

attuned to broad, universal humanity.

*

Not uttered at Harleigh.

Mr. Burroughs was present, but did not speak.


At

the Graveside of Walt

not the specially

It is

his enthusiasm, but the

23

privileged few that elicit

man and woman

of trades

and

remember once calling his attention to a story a magazine, wherein some typical western frontier charac-

occupations. in

endowed or average

Whitman

ters

I

He

were portrayed.

not do at

all,

never

way

to

;

would

down upon

or treated in the

men always

them

treated

so,

in this

but great

and he instanced Tristam Shandy as the proper

do this

thing.

always that of

is

it

manner in which they were treated

Small, perky

men

that

it,

homely, unlettered pioneer

characters were not to be looked scornful, supercilious story.

reading

said, after

that those large,

The atmosphere which his poems breathe

common humanity — never

that of select,

specially cultured, privileged humanity. It

may seem difficult

at first to reconcile his

attitude in this respect with our

bright the ideal of a rare really

need

and high excellence.

The loftiest we know can go

" are the only investments

know that

more or

less,

possibility in

commonplace every-

worth anything."

true greatness, true nobility,

says Goethe, " the

Arnold,

with

We are all under

of the cultured, the refined

are quite apart from these things.

no

more one

"

;

yet

we

and strength of soul

The

older one grows,"

prizes natural gifts, because

can they be procured and stuck on."

whose essay on Milton

I

find this

country was that

the " average rare

man

we were

inclined to

remark quoted

make

to a higher average,

Whitman would

and

still

lift

in

a religion of

man," and therefore of losing the saving

and high excellence.

by

Matthew

from Goethe, thought that one danger that threatened us this

is

"Charity and personal force," the poet says,

day humanity.

the illusion,

keeping

But there

heroism, the deepest and

no discrepancy.

purest spirituality,

atmosphere and

at all times of

ideal of

the average

to a higher, without at all

abating the qualities which he shares with universal humanity as

it

exists over

and under

all

special advantages

and

artificial


At

24

He says

selections. his "

the Graveside

Leaves

"

of Walt Whitman

one of the convictions that underlie

that

the conviction that the " crowning growth of

is

the United States

is

to

confess, which, with

be

spiritual

seem very near

ride us, does not

and heroic,"

—a prophecy,

I

Hillismand Quayism threatening to overfulfillment.

—perhaps you are the

"I announce a man or woman coming one, I

announce

a

great

individual,

fluid

affectionate, compassionate, fully I

announce a

life

that

shall

as

nature,

chaste,

armed,

be copious, vehement,

spirit-

ual, bold,

And

announce an old age that

I

meet its

shall lightly

and

joyfully

translation."

Arnold said we had

lost in the

sense of distinction in this

country, and found our great historical characters, like Lincoln, deficient in this quality.

No doubt this is

so;

no doubt

distinc-

— that something about a man and his work that like cut glass — does not flourish in democracies, where there are no tion

classes

is

;

it

belongs

to aristocracies.

But there

is

another

we cannot do without, and which such Lincoln show. I mean elevation — elevation of

quality close akin which

characters as

thought and sentiment. ness and large views.

poetry and prose. is

lofty

The

a quality which goes with serious-

It is

It is

very pronounced in both Whitman's

spirit,

and uncompromising

at times.

especially in the prose writings,

—almost

passion and contentment, where he the lover, the elevation

from his reader share.

arrogant and dictatorial

In the poems, where he gives fuller play to his

We feel

;

it is

is

is

less the critic

not of the kind that separates him

like that of nature, in

that here

com-

and more

is

which we easily

a soul whose range of thought and

emotion are vastly beyond our own, and yet who

in

nowise

stands aloof or apart from us, or from the lowest of his fellows.


SPRIGS OF LILAC Alfred Tennyson,

of Wight

Isle

Walt with the two boys, and he

[to

H.

J.

J. ,N.

K)

.-

thank you for the papers and the photograph of brave old

I

on

set

my

I

few unimportant

was much touched by the value letters to

him.

John Addinglon Symonds, Davos, Switzerland: It is a good and just thing, this which the love and service of Whitman has wrought for us all. It is what his spirit, if it soon arrives as the best

at a fuller

knowledge of the whole,

outcome of his teaching

emotion noble in

ship, sensitive pulsation of

men

so far apart.

...

He may

great light will be extinguished

words which he has

left

;

will appreciate

—this creation of comradeits

quality,

between

and a

die this year or that,

but he

behind him,

the

will live forever in

in the spirit

he has created

beneath the dry ribs of intellectual and academical death. .

.

You do

.

man

not know,

I

can never

...

has been to me.

abused the privilege of reading

my I

anyone, what Whit-

in that

book.

It

know at

my

made me another man. made me a free man he helped me

that he

it

.

:

chosen trade,

was made to do

not

revolutionized

previous conceptions, and

only

work I

tell

am not sure whether I have

I

;

to

literature, for better or for worse, as

made me

but he also

love

my

brethren,

and seek them out with more perhaps of passion than he would himself approve.

Working upon a nature so prepared

was, the strong agent of Whitman's

produce a fermentation.

now

because, while

...

Whitman

must hear what one of his

is

I

spirit

pour

as

could hardly all this

mine

fail

lying on his death-bed,

disciples

to

out upon you

you

— a man sworn to him unto

the grave—has to say about the effect of his prophecy.


Sprigs of Lilac

26

William Michael Rosselti, London : I

need not

you or Whitman with how much

tell

regard his book, sent to

me

by him as

affection

I

from out of the jaws

if

The sight of it has incited me to re-read the poems as well as new, and I once again feel, what I have never doubted since 1855, that Whitman is one of the great spirits of the age, destined to leave his mark on this of the tomb.

entire book, old

and other

centuries.

H. Buxton Forman, London:

The

we have

grief

during these months,

all felt

when we have

thought of the sufferings of the good old man, has been en-

hanced by our knowledge that you, our good friend and faithful

Now, however,

eternal harassments.

Loving Walt as

must do

his

Achates, have also been suffering mental pain and

I

do,

the worst of this

ten-fold more,

it is

over.

impossible not to rejoice that his

dreadful misery, so heroically borne,

For

mortality of fame begun.

have much to do

is

and as you who knew him personally

is

yourself,

for Walt's affairs

;

I

ended and

know you

his

im-

will still

but with your indomitable

this will

be as nothing compared with

what you have gone through.

Therefore, on this solemn oc-

and unlimited energy,

own

casion, to use his

congratulate you." for

nothing

;

but

I

I

words, "I do not commiserate you,

wish

I

could be at the funeral

:

I

wreaths go

should like to bring to the solemn ceremo-

nial the tribute of a

bent head and a

bowed mind.

Edivard Carpenter Holmesfield : >

How happy it has the

spirit,

been

for us to think that you, his

son after

were with him constantly to the very end

— that he

could always turn to you, as to some one he could speak to without to him.

effort,

when more

casual friends were only a burden

But what a grief to

you—so

long drawn out

—to see

him day by day, by almost imperceptible changes, drawn

far-


Sprigs of Lilac ther and farther away, till

as

amid clouds and storms of

suffering,

Much

he became the mere shadow of the friend you loved. I

realized his vitality

He

would die so hard. all

27

of death

in

and

tenacity,

I

never thought that he

seems

certainly

have experienced

to

himself as well as in others— as one

he has experienced

of

all

life.

For

his

death

I feel

may

say

only thank-

fulness.

London:

T. W. Rolleston,

Certainly the insight

language classic

German

reception of Walt has

shown more

and comprehension than that of lands where is

spoken.

Here, however, he

A great change has

now.

dozen years or

so.

You

Libraries, for instance.

There

ward.

is

I

find

is

really

his

taken place during the

books

his

fear things in

in the

America are

back-

still

not enough genuine culture there, than which

nothing so truly emancipates and ennobles the taste.

poets and thinkers— the its

last

Free Public

men who

phenomena

in the

mean

I

the culture gained from absorbing the spirit of the great

world and

own

becoming a

Greek

faced the problem of the freest

and sincerest

spirit

ever known.

Rudolf Schmidt, Copenhagen : To Walt Whitman my loving

farewell.

I

have known him

since January, 1872. f.

W. Wallace, Anderton: I

cannot help feeling sad at heart.

that our true tribute should

sake,

And

yet

and of sacred pride and joy and triumph

victory he has won.

memory

It

would seem

to harbor sadness

now

know

I

be that of rejoicing

for

full

well

Walt's

own

in the

supreme

like treason to Walt's

that his warfare

is

ended and

he has entered upon the transfers and promotions he looked forward

to.

A

wonderful spectacle

!

A

crowning confirma-


28

Sprigs of Lilac tion of his past

life

and teaching

lay in the unruffled serenity

and

sweet content and cheer with which he accepted such terrible suffering, I

and the constant loving kindness of

his great heart.

speak words of thanksgiving and triumph, of strong and

will

sacred joy, in the flawless victory of Walt's direst foes

and

to

of the supremacy of the soul and

all

begun,

sorts of

recognize his

The

love.

good and

every

unmistakably ing in

over the

and the immortal assurance he has given

faith,

future times right

spirit

— his simplicity and sweetness of perfect acceptance

full

to

endless

influence

his

His

life.

is

its

fame

rapidly

unexpected quarters, and myriads stature

to all

native is

spreadwill yet

and think of him with measureless

brave, pathetic figure of Socrates drinking the hem-

lock has rivetted the attention and swelled the heart of ages.

But Walt, greater than Socrates,

The

will

have a dearer renown.

on

great center of our wide comradeship has passed

shame upon us if we loose each other's account. The ultimate victory of his work is

into other spheres, but

hands on that

My

inevitable as gravitation. his continued identity

or any reasoning whatever the

consciousness,

actual

were

in closest

spirit is uplifted

and triumph

—a sense

—deeper sight

and stronger the

mastery of his strong and heroic soul over

and

dissolution,

who saw

splendor through

all,

physical conditions

his faith

cannot but

—rather like

You, who who saw every day the

of

intimacy with him,

by a sense of

above conviction

soul.

all

physical wreck

and love shining feel

was only triumph

in clear

that his release from

— outlet

to higher des-

tinies.

John Johnston, Bolton: Your last batch of for,

letters, in

which you say that you "hope

yet dread the release which will take

ever," that

most

feel

"he speaks

him from us

for-

loving words of you all," that you

your sorrow "too keenly to bear up under

it,"

al-

and


:

Sprigs of Lilac that

"he

is

2q

unmistakably on the way to die," affected us most

The

profoundly.

fatal

cable message

After the is

known and loved him,

privilege of having

having been loved by him

— our dear

him and mourn him

He

as a son.

undaunted, and nothing

shock

first

the glory and the

and, better

still,

of

dead father and friend

he was to me, and

for father, indeed,

!

Ours

a mighty calm overspread me.

I feel

a

filial

regard for

crossed the border line

in all his life

so

much became him

as

his death.

Ellen

31. O'

Connor :

Your telegram announcing the death of our beloved Walt was forwarded me at Boston, and I got it yesterday. The Sunday papers had the news, and though unlooked-for,

it

was

even when you

is,

out of

back

my

could not have been

— death always

by the side of the dying.

sit

The

thoughts a moment.

and strength, and

in vividness

it

shock and surprise

at last a

Walt

old days and times

I

is

not

come

live in the past again.

Elizabeth Fairchild:

So

the great soul has passed out of the trammels of the

What he has done

flesh.

He

of this country show. safety to us will

:

all his

my

Though

inspiration

to

warn

and

modern

my

He

it is

impossible for

to

silent, will

is

like a

beacon

set

life.

In

on high

dangers of the rocks and shallows of

has

known

and the reward he most cared rades," has always been his.

Let the great soul pass

he

me

thought and sympathy, greet

trumphet-call to the end of

literature

sailors of the

that sea of ink.

in

His voice, that can never be

lovers for me.

the flux of

has pointed the only way of

our gratitude as individuals and as a nation

be to walk therein.

be with you to-morrow except

be

freedom may the future

for

!

the flavor of his immortality,

for,

Why

the "faithful love of

com-

should earth detain him

?


Sprigs of Lilac

30

Herbert H. Gilchrist :

had just hurriedly dipped into the

I

a

edition (in

poems

poems which seem every year

;

line, in

magnificent isolation.

touched at receiving Sidney Morse

up

glorious

in heroic out-

you how

tell

was

I

friend at such a time.

:

daily,

No

peacefully, happily.

come finally, The work done. Everything

monthly, yearly, has

regret.

should be, as he wished

it

my

satisfactory

Walt's

to rise

cannot

I

from

this gift

The end expected as

and

inviting

becomingly simple dress) of

it

to be.

summer— a

picture for the eye,

heart of

who, passing, paused

all

window, or by

I

think of him that

an encouragement for the for a friendly

''have a bite" in the sunny

little

kitchen beyond.

One noon, Aunt Mary,

be-forgotten days!

word by the

shadowy

invitation entered through a

hall to

Never-to-

tired

from her

"cieanin' up," but proud that she was "born the

Next day "some foreign

and month as he." announced

—but

not a bit "foreign" after

same year gentleman"

when once he

all

had crossed the threshold of the democrat and breathed the air of

Mickle Street.

Then, another noon, crowding the front

doorway, a bevy of English against the sunlight

"Come

our places at the table.

We

move

radiant,

girls,

rosy,

grouped

—a beautiful tableaux as we see them from

together a

little

right in, darlings,"

at his

command.

he

cries.

Mrs. Davis,

always ready for every such emergency, lays the plates, and those three English

girls,

who "must

they miss Niagara," dine for the

take in Walt

first

time,

it

Whitman

may

if

be, in a

kitchen, their joy in "actually being there " receiving no detri-

ment from the surroundings.

It

was so with

all

comers.

beats the dickens," said the old farmer from Georgia, " soul and tell it) I

to

"

It

how may

mind do triumph o'er all else." In a dream (if I met Whitman in company with others who appeared

be offering him greetings.

They were on

the shore of a


Sprigs of Lilac vast ocean, the roar of which

He

"

music.

seemed

to

me

like

deep organ

come forth from the bath," I thought I " Here I am," said he, advancing to where

has just

heard one saying. I

j/

stood, speechless, gazing, " refreshed, renewed, for cycle on

cycle— time no more " !

John Herbert Clifford: It was a great honor and sacred service to be of the friends chosen to bear Walt Whitman to his resting-place. For one, I

have nothing but high, serene

and heard witnesses,

this day.

Even

if

satisfaction in all

I

have seen

there be no multitude of fresh

now that he is gone — as Landor says that of the men sometimes cry recognition, just as they who

noble dead

say nothing of the sun's shining through the day exclaim,

when he

is

gone,

"How

gloriously he set!"

years cannot but bring him to his own, his ing the last

word with him, and asked

private

he

here of Matthew Arnold,

visit

if

I

own

still,

coming

to him.

Dur-

had the honor

of a

he knew Whitman. " No,"

said, with long languid drawl, suited to the slow-rising eye-

brow, "

I

can you this,

don't tell

when

Well,

I

know Whitman, have

me what

related to him, Walt's only

But

Upon

comment was: "Ah?

guess Arnold never did see me." There be, say some,

whose gaze upon Whitman like

not read his books.

Longfellow thought of him?"

is

too fixed, so that they

become

who looked at the sun till he could see Whitman is a sun, but his shining shall be

Goethe's traveller,

nothing

else.

not less beneficent for loving eyes blinded by "vision splen-

him "dark with

did," nor for blinking critic peepers that find

excess of light."

William Sloane Kennedy : Yes,

" Walt

my is

heart

is

gone,"

I

sad and heavy whenever

keep saying

nepenthe to dull pain

—as

if

I

am

alone now.

there was narcotic or

in that idea. All the

day

this conscious-


Sprigs of Lilac

32 ness

is

with me, or rather

pleasant, cheery voice

am

I

keep trying to

My

no more.

is

realize that that

heart

waving,

now he

is

The

gone.

I

and

all

the rest

live,

nor ever,

Hamlin Garland: The whole temper of the

spirit

and

that

I

you

believe.

republic in letters, as in politics,

Whitman's prophecies are being realized— not

changing.

in the exact

go down

—not while

colors shall never

he has so bravely borne for thirty-seven years

is

I

We will keep the " flag of man "

homely ballads of the people.

and

is sair, sair.

reading his favorite book, The Border Minstrelsy —those

form

in

which he seemed to expect them, but

in

His enemies are almost gone.

interior purpose.

Those who know him admire and love him. Sylvester

Baxter :

Those of us who had the

privilege of personal contact with

dear old Walt were favored of centuries tinue to speak to

men

Thomas Bailey Aldrich: Have sent you a wreath /.

—but he will long con-

as face to face.

for

Whitman.

Newton Baker: I

have followed

all

the steps and taken

these last days of sorrow

anxious care

away

—the

nights of

—the long imminence, the

—the sealing

the days of

scenes

—the laying

from sight forever— all the

And

and words.

final

them with you

vigil,

then

the

found tongues of praise that merit too late uttered

last, last

things

— the newlybefore were silent — the meeds of awakened

interest

—but, but and but.

John H. Johnston :

How that

funeral

years not one like

What can we

day

it,

will cling

nor

and grow

will there

say of Ingersoll

?

It

be

in

!

In a hundred

another hundred.

seems now as

I

think

it

over


:

Sprigs of Lilac that his speech

over Jesus

him

if

was

jj

one as Paul would have made

just such a

he had lived out his days, and Paul had known

in the flesh.

Percival Chubb

must join

I

in the

chorus of tribute, regret and thankfulness.

Harry L. Bonsall: Those who knew Walt Whitman loved him. Those who became imbued with the spirit of his poetry and philosophy revered him. Those who did not understand him ranked him with inscrutable mysteries, which, the less

exempt from

if

not solvable, were none

No man

profanation.

with heart or

As a god from high Olympus simple human guise, in physique and

brains ever despised him.

he walked the earth

in

mentality, expression tial

and

action, looking,

and being

number we have

scribed but constantly growing

the

first

set

up

great democratic poet and philosopher. for ourselves

in

without

politics,

rated

some

as

servilely seeking in poetry,

we will lead instead Walt Whitman has blazed the

extent, in art, as in utilities,

of following the old world. forests of our tangled

be

him

As we have

medieval or even modern European methods, so and, to

in essen-

With a circum-

essence, the character attributed to him.

pathway with sturdy strokes, and

less difficult to follow than

it

short lifetime, covering much,

was if

to lead the way.

will

it

In one

not most, of the literary

life

of our country, his voice has been heard and heeded on both continents.

masses.

Whitman's work was not

Like Lincoln, he believed

appreciation of the

common

for the

masters but the

in the

apprehension and

—the

whole people of

people

these states, and of the reading world, for that matter.

man who esteemed

himself as a type of

derstood by them than are those

who

writing for the schools and the fools

all

men

is

The

better un-

follow the schools in

who

soar above their


:

Sp^gs of

34

Lilac

endowed to scale Whitman, the equal of any, peer of princes and

kind, thinking that few are sufficiently well their heights.

presidents, shakes hands with Cuffee, his brother, as well.

The pretenders

in literature

But fortunately

for poor, conventional literature, not

nearly

are pretenders

all,

and transfuses

itself into

;

cannot approve of this

and as the

spirit

leveller. all,

nor

of our poet infuses

the circulaticn of newer blood,

we

believe the verdict will be that this day the Poet of the People,

humble Camden

the Peer of the Proudest, lay dead in his

home. Daniel Longaker I feel

that

have gained from Walt Whitman direct benefit

I

far greater than material

rendered him.

mean.

am

I

am

I

reward

any services

for

I

may have

confident you will understand what

not thinking of any indirect benefit

good my association with our departed my own character. I have realized an and breadth of view of

life

and

affairs

I

—only of the

friend has

wrought

in

enlargement of scope

which

on with the advancing years— the impulse of

I

believe will it

all

go

originating

in that association.

Harry D. Bush : Walt

is

give you

dead.

my

money."

The

for

me

I will give

Other men may

children of

have

But

hand,

he

still

you

die.

:

" Camerado,

I

will

my love more precious than He will always live for me.

Camden may have

lost less, for

says

lost their Kris,

but

we

Walt's personality must live forever in his

book.

Richard Watson Gilder : I

hope the wreath and flowers arrived

very

much

to-day,

and

grieved not to be able to be there in person.

I

was


:

He was in love with truth and knew her near— Her comrade, not her suppliant on the knee She gave him wild melodious words to be Made music that should haunt the atmosphere. She drew him to her bosom, daylong dear, And pointed to the stars and to the sea, And taught him miracles and mystery, And made him master of the rounded year. :

Yet one gift did she keep. He looked in vain, Brow-shaded, through the darkness of the mist, Marking a beauty like a wandering breath That beckoned, yet denied his soul a tryst He sang a passion, yet he saw not plain Till kind earth held him and he spake with death. Harrison

S. Morris.



At

the last, tenderly,

From the walls of the powerful fortress' d hmtse, From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep Let me be wafted

of the well-closed doore,

.

Let

me

glide noiselessly forth;

With the key of softness unlock the locks— with a whisper, soul. Set ope the doors, '

Tenderly— be not impatient, mortal is your hold love)." Strong is your held

(Strong

flesh,



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At the Graveside of Walt Whitman Readings, Francis Howard Williams,

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5

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Address, Thomas B. Harned, 8

Readings, Francis Howard Williams, 10 Address, Daniel G. Brinton,

11.

Readings, Francis Howard Williams, 13 Address, Richard Maurice Bucke, 14

Readings, Francis Howard Williams, IS Address, Robert G. Ingersnll, IS

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Sundry Letters

Alfred Tf.nnyn.on, 25

Sidney Morse, 30

John Addington Symonds, 25

John Herbert

William Michael Rossetli, 26

William Sloane Kennedy, 31

H. Buxton Forman, 26

Hamlin Garland, 32

Edward

Sylvester Baxter, 32

T.

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Carpenter, 26

TJiomas Bailey Aldnch,-i2

Rolleston, 27

JRudolf Schmidt, 27 J.

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Wallace, 27

Newton Baker, 32

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Clifford, 31

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Johnston, 32

Percival Chubb, 33

O'Connor, 29

/Tarry £. Bonsall, 33

Elizabeth Fairchild, 20

Daniel Longaker, 3i

Herbert H. Gilchrist, 30

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Richard Wakon Gilder, 34

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last,

truth," Harrison

tenderly,"

FFaft

S. Morris, 35

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