accompanied the gift to our soldiers with the determined motto, "Let these toes always point toward the rebels," she represented the hostile spirit which animated every Free State of the country. But, the war over, in less than a score of years the South joins the North in celebrating the birthday of Washington, and now the family strife is fast fading out of sight.

Most touching was the harmonizing effect of the disastrous event which took from us our honored and loved Garfield, as it was seen in the domestic relations. The afflicted wife yearned toward her down-stricken husband, and the aged mother mourned for her suffering son, and through weary weeks and months the pains of his long agony moved, not only our own millions of stricken hearts with a personal sympathy, but the good Victoria, herself still mourning the loss of her own dearest and best, sent constant messages from a spirit anxious through all the sickness, and bowed in the common grief at the death, of our beloved President.

So have we learned the great lesson of the inappreciable strength of our domestic bonds, and that the love of country and the love of home are branches of the same earth-sheltering tree. Kin, kindred, kind, they all belong to a common vocabulary. The rills that start on the mountain side, symbols of the modest homes that grow heroes and patriots, flow into the rivers that gladden the nation, and mingle at last in one great ocean of humanity.

The life that was nourished at the calm fireside is given in its manliest years, to the service of its country; and, in the lapse of time the same men who stood up so bravely for their native land, become, by their generous deeds at home, examples and inspirers to the nations abroad. The War of the Revolution is thus every year accomplishing for the wide world a good, once not conceived possible, in stirring patriots on foreign soils to work out their civil redemption, and thus scatters the seeds of national liberty broadcast over the whole civilized globe. The domestic piety that nourished patriotism thus becomes the parent of philanthropy. He whose heart throbbed for his own hearthstone and his native land in her struggle for freedom and independence, through her day of small things, may become a light to some aspiring friend of freedom elsewhere, and nerve him to a courage and conflict with oppression and injustice, until he too shall see the light of liberty dawn on his own country.

We rejoice to think that our fathers came of a race whose lessons and examples awoke in them that spirit which had prompted their own sacrifice, and led, as it had in England, to noble results. They had behind them the record of English resistance to the oppressor, and of English victories for the right. They remembered what the barons of England did to secure Magna Charta; how Hampden fought the demands of tyranny, and Pym. led the way in the Revolution of their mother

country; how Cromwell defended the people when assaulted by royalty; how Sydney, the soldier and martyr, laid his head on the block" with the fortitude of a stoic." And thus at length the elder of the British family instructed and inspired the younger to quit themselves like men, and throw off the yoke even when laid on their necks by their own parental government.

Thanks that all this is past,- that to-day we can meet in mutual respect and consideration to commemorate what was so bitter to England during our Revolution. The change of temper between the New and the Old World of the forefathers, is most welcome. We live in a pacific and conciliatory age; and may the time past, the period covered by this book, suffice both nations for any alienations and deep unfriendliness, or any acts contrary to the temper that becomes the great brotherhood of mankind.

CHAPTER II.

OTIS FAMILY.

HARRISON GRAY OTIS was, in the year 1828, a candidate for the mayoralty of Boston. The election being on Monday, as was the custom a caucus was held on the Sunday evening previous. Hon. Josiah Quincy was the opposing candidate. Two men of such ability drew a crowded audience. I regarded it as a feast to listen to both of them on the same occasion. Mr. Otis speaks first. His personal appearance is most striking: a large frame, tall, and well proportioned, with a bearing dignified and courteous, a true "gentleman of the old school," his complexion florid, with bright eyes, and a pleasing and gracious expression, he prepossesses general favor as he rises from his seat. This effect is enhanced by a voice mellow, flexible, and admirably modulated. His gesticulation is graceful, his whole manner persuasive. He is, in fine, of the Ciceronian School, that of the consummate orator.

As he unfolds the policy he shall pursue, if elected, it is evident he strikes the right key for success. He is applauded at frequent intervals,

and resumes his seat amid deafening cheers. It is a trying moment for Mr. Quincy; there are few men who could follow such an effort entirely at their ease. Mr. Quincy, -a manly and noble figure, and with the prestige of that power he had exhibited in every station, from the humblest in civil life up to a seat in Congress, where he had been not only honored by his constituents, but "lauded by lauded men,"- on almost any other occasion would at once have borne the palm over the ablest competitor. But, with a constitutional hesitancy of speech, he feels, it is manifest, an unusual embarrassment. Mr. Otis, seeing clearly what he is attempting to utter, rises, and in a few flowing periods, gives an eloquent expression to the thought of his rival. The effect is electric. His noble magnanimity brings out cheer upon cheer; and it is followed by a speech from Mr. Quincy, comprehensive, logical, worthy of the man and of the occasion.

The lineage of Mr. Otis is so remarkable as to deserve notice. He descended in the sixth generation from John Otis, born in Barnstable, Devonshire County, England, in 1581, who came with his wife and children to Hingham in this country in 1635. He took the Freeman's oath in 1636, and was called Yeoman. His wife, Margaret, died June 28, 1653. He then removed to Weymouth, and married a second wife, Elizabeth Streame, a widow. He died in Weymouth May 31, 1657, aged seventy-six, leaving a widow who was living