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On the Saturday evening before the last, just as, according to the old New-England notion, the sabbath was ready to begin, in the seventieth year of his age, the soul of Francis Wayland deceased from his mortal body, and passed through that gloaming we call death, to the dawn of its heavenly rest. It is not on account of an intimate personal relation that I speak of him here, but because he was a man good as great. Had he been my brother only in the universal human sense, it would be my duty to hold up to your emulation such an example and subject, indeed, of eulogy. But, as I have known him closely, and he is one of those in the world whom I have felt most, I am especially bound to bear testimony to his traits. First, however, a word of his constitution. Let me note the hand his Maker had in him; for his nature was as extraordinary as his character was rare. He was a king by divine anointing, one of the few whose aspect drew attention, and fixed every eye. From some persons, we know not how, by a sort of elemental energy, a thrill passes. A slight shudder, their presence. half of fear, half of strange attraction, goes through us in Besides Daniel Webster, I know not who else of our citizens was so charged for this galvanic shock, which his features conducted. His brow, at the orbit of the eye, might have served as an artist's model for Jupiter; and I am not surprised at the story, that, when there was presented to him an exorbitant bill in a foreign land, he looked from the paper to the chafferer, and, without speech, the latter fled in terror out of the room. The judgment-seat shone in his eyes for all who ever entered his company. But the main point is his use of his native energy. What God willed in him, he willed for himself. The first quality I shall specify had a right to grow in such a soil. It was his justice. He wrote on moral science, and he was the majesty of the moral law in his own person. He walked and spoke and looked and did what he penned. In an acquaintance of nearly thirty years, I have observed in him no deviation from rectitude. So full of it was he, that he impressed it irresistibly on others. Combined with singular courage and candor, it made him the governor he was. Born to command, of an impassioned soul, with inward fire to drive the bullet and edge the bolt of truth, his conceptions had in them a certain electric swiftness and military force; but righteousness was their range. Nobody could doubt he was president. This gift, thus nursed into a virtue, was the secret of his extraordinary success in administration. I learn, from one of his best students, that, in Brown University, over which he presided for almost a score and a half of years, the new hand at the helm Iwas felt at once. An instantaneous magnetic stroke passed through the buildings. Every inmate was aware of a stringent and wholesome demand of new discipline. Six months had not passed, before the college had risen as by hydrostatic pressure. From no indulgence, but fidelity, ran for him his scholars' life-long love. It was this justice which made him such a foe of human slavery. In simple, searching periods, he pointed out its iniquities thirty years ago; though he was, from the same cause, anxious that the evil system should be done away only by means that were lawful and good; and his letters to Dr. Fuller were a valuable contribution to that end. He believed in equity. "Corruption wins not more than honesty," was his favorite quotation. But he was no less kind than just. His ethics were set off with such a mien of strictness, that some thought him austere. But that was only the outside. His benevolence was deeper, if possible, than his conscience. He loved to see people about him happy, and to make them so. His glance, that could smite like a cannon-ball, could be gentle too. His voice, which could intone a divine authority, melted with a goodness more divine. I have scarcely listened, in another, to similar accents, which, in private converse, of social and domestic scenes, had a wonderful blending of softness and strength, resembling the mighty and mellow break of the surge on the shore. Mercy was the groundswell ever heaving up. He was always aiming to bless somebody; and we cannot count the number of those he blessed. If visitors called at his house during his absence, he would, on his return, inquire, "Did you take them into the garden? Did you give them some flowers, and some fruit?" Benignity looked out of those keen eyes, and tenderness sat on the lips, which you marvelled could unite such sweetness with their force. His mood was as perfect as his disposition was fine. I mean he was not, like some kind-hearted men, subject to irritation. Out of temper, he was, I think, never beheld. A hasty word, an uncharitable judgment, I never heard from his mouth. It was not because there was no heat in his soul. A tropical climate prevailed there; but he was a Christian, a great convert, of the Pauline stamp. He was so poised he never needed to be on his guard. You would as soon have feared losing the centre of gravity in the globe. He was a man of weight. "When he was in the city," said one, "we always knew it." All the potencies of passion were under his control, as a tame creature keeps not the track |