give it greater power of VIBRATION, if ever you wish to have your name celebrated as a Bell Founder. I am a friend to all American Manufactures, & strongly advocated in your behalf that you should have the recasting of the Bell but I am sorry to say, I am much disappointed in my expectations, & I beg you to consider that this Hint is from a friend, who ardently wishes you success, & I hope all expense on your part will not come in contact with your future interest & celebrity. I do not speak my own sentiments only, on this evidence only I should not have presumed to have addressed you, but I speak the sentiments of hundreds, & have delayed until the present moment, hoping some arrangement would have taken place between you & the Church, but as nothing has been done, I hope your own pride will be roused to pay due attention to this sincere, but friendly Hint.

SERVICE IN CELEBRATION OF PEACE BE-
TWEEN THE UNITED STATES AND
GREAT BRITAIN, IN 1815.

AT the Bi-centennial Anniversary of King's Chapel, in December, 1886, the Rev. Dr. JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE said: —

"Twice in my life I have seen this Chapel as full as it is to-day. Once was a great while ago, after the declaration of peace with Great Britain. I cannot pretend to remember much; but I do remember, as a little boy, being very much surprised by seeing so many people in this building, and by seeing such an extended choir on each side of the organ. The other occasion was when Edward Everett returned from Europe, and Dr. Freeman who had a talent for discovering genius and ability in young men, and a great admiration of genius and ability wherever it was found - asked him to preach in this pulpit on Christmas Day; and not only was every seat full, but this middle aisle was filled with people standing. Dr. Freeman admired Buckminster, he admired Dr. Channing, he admired James Walker, all men younger than himself, — and was very fond of having them here."

We give on the next page a fac-simile of the printed programme used at the service held on the twenty-second of February, 1815:

OF THE

Solemn Service,

Appointed to be performed by the Legislature of Massachusetts at the Stone Chapel, on the 22d of Feb. 1815,

IN CELEBRATION OF

PEACE between the UNITED STATES and GREAT-BRITAIN.

Dr. CLARKE concluded his Address in these words:

"So much must be permitted to one who remembers a great way back; and now, though my friend WENDELL HOLMES is about to give us a poem, may I venture to read a few lines of verse which I will not call poetry, but which may be a kind of prelude to his opera:

As our New England elm, the queen of trees,
Lifts its vast urn of foliage to the breeze,
Stirred by each air that thrills its graceful form,
Or tossing wildly in the driving storm,

Yet by its mighty roots is anchored fast,

So all our life is rooted in the past:

Through all our struggles, hopes, through good and ill,
The memories of childhood hold us still.

And not in vain; for where he made a way
We enter into Freedom's home to-day.
He helped to build, with new and better rules,
Our literature, society, and schools,
Working with men of every name and creed,
With Cheverus, though unsainted, saint indeed;
With Mather Byles or Holley took his stand,
Holding a heretic's or bishop's hand;
To all good work his ready help would lend ;
Of young and old the counsellor and friend;

And was, when round his form Time's mantle fell,
That "Indian summer " he described so well.

The past is gone! but let the coming race
Keep this old Chapel ever in its place.
Long may it stand for truth, and every son
Join in still better work as time rolls on!
And let its children, wheresoe'er they roam,
Hold fast the lessons of their early home;
And 'mid temptation's wild and stormy blast
May this old anchor ever hold them fast!
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"The Minister then said: 'The Poet who for long years has found a home amid these associations, will now touch for us some of their chords.””

POEM.1

BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, D. C. L.

Is it a weanling's weakness for the past

That in the stormy, rebel-breeding town,
Swept clean of relics by the levelling blast,
Still keeps our gray old Chapel's name of " King's,"
Still to its outworn symbols fondly clings,

Its unchurched mitres and its empty crown??

All vanished! It were idle to complain

That ere the fruits shall come the flowers must fall;
Yet somewhat we have lost amid our gain,

Some rare ideals time may not restore, —

The charm of courtly breeding, seen no more,

And reverence, dearest ornament of all.

1 The third, fourth, and fifth stanzas of this poem have already been quoted in connection with our account of the Shirley monument. See ante, p. 131, note.

2 The gilded ornaments on the organ. Cf. ante, pp. 128, 331, 332.