APPENDIX.

THE circumstances of Mr. Grinnell's death, the addresses at his funeral, and the subsequeut memorial meeting, together with a few testimonials by persons not present on these occasions, are here appended:

Hon. J. B. Grinnell died last night at 10.30 o'clock. The sufferer was in a chair and leaning forward on a pile of pillows, apparently sleeping restfully. His attendant, Mr. Newman, said he was resting better than he had for some time. Mr. Grinnell awoke and said he was free from pain, speaking in a firm voice. He could not be induced to lie down and died in his chair. He was conscious to the last. Mr. Grinnell had been in failing health for about two years, from bronchitis and asthma, with intervals of release from suffering, in which his energy of character at times carried him beyond his physical strength and aggravated the relapses. Professor Jones, of Normal, Ill., and Mrs. Grinnell were at Mr. Grinnell's side when he passed away. Mr. Grinnell was fully conscious of his approaching end. He passed away without suffering.

Mr. Grinnell was married Feb. 2, 1852, to Miss Julia A. Chapin, of Springfield, Mass. They had two daughters-Mary Chapin, now the wife of Rev. Dr. D. O. Mears, of Worcester, Mass., and Carrie Holmes, now the wife of Professor R. D. Jones, of Normal, Ill.-Iowa State Register, April 1st.

FUNERAL SERVICES.

The citizens united in doing honor to his memory. The restless, tireless spirit of the city's founder beats for her no more. His soul has gone to its reward; his own unostentatious spirit of generosity will live on. It was one of his requests that there should be no mourning for him- quite in keeping with his public life-and the ordinary symbols of mourning will be omitted. No robing in black at his death. He has gone where is joy and comfort and peace.

The funeral was held at the house at 2 P. M., a small number being present, and all arrangements under direction of R. M. Kellogg, a long and trusted friend of the family. The exercises were brief, consisting only of a prayer.

Then the funeral procession took up its march to the church. It had been preceded by Gordon Granger Post G. A. R., a very graceful and appropriate thing for the post to do. Then came sons of early settlers, the active pall-bearers, followed by the honorary pall-bearers; after them the relatives and friends. As the procession passed down the church aisle Professor Kimball played on the organ

Beethoven's funeral march. In appropriate places in the church were seated the mayor and city council, officers and directors of the various banking institutions, the college faculty, trustees and students. All available space in the church was occupied by friends, the city seeming to have turned out en masse to do honor to the memory of its founder.

Prayer was first offered by Presiding Elder T. B. Hughes. Rev. J. F. Heilner announced the opening hymn, "Shall We Meet Beyond the River".

Mr. Tenney then read a few selections from Scripture and proceeded with the opening address, giving his personal impressions of Mr. Grinnell's individuality and character. Among other things he said: First, he was of an essentially poetic temperament. His conception of things was not simply as they are, but as they might and ought to be. He caught the ideal in every situation and with the ardor of glowing hopefulness set about attaining it. This element characterized his writings and public addresses. His thoughts, tinged with poetic glow, rushed out into expression sometimes faster than logic could arrange them and sometimes they seemed to mingle in inextricable confusion, but almost invariably they emerged in some telling climax that justified all that had gone before. There was a real Carlylian strength in his style when at his best, and many times his grasp of the situation in public speaking, and the aptness of his illustrations and telling quality of his humor, gave him striking oratorical power. This poetical element showed itself in his deeds. Seeing what ought to be done, he many times attempted what to cold prudence seemed impossibilities, and his courage and hopefulness carried him through to successful issues where a faltering, distrustful man would have made utter failures.

A second distinguishing characteristic was a large-hearted generosity. He thought not only of his own things but also of the things of others, yea, many times he seemed to forget about his own that he might think and care for others. This element made him a man of notable public spirit. He lived for his state and town, for Iowa College and his Church. Their reputation was as the apple of his eye; their prosperity his highest earthly ambition, and for their interests no personal sacrifices were too great.

And this same spirit he carried out in his relations to individuals who needed his help. There is an unwritten history of personal helpfulness to multitudes in his life which would prove him to be in the largest measure a lover of his fellow-men.

In his religious thinking he would be considered progressive rather than conservative. He held unflinchingly to the grand essentials of the Christian faith, but he was nobly tolerant in his attitude to every sincere searcher after the truth. He was ever ready to welcome the new light which was "to break out from the word".

In his personal faith and hidden religious life he ripened in these last years of experience, and evinced a humility and simple trust which was an inspiration to all who came into contact with him.

He left for his children a dictated expression of his sick-room experience, which will remain to them a precious memorial of his faith.

After Mr. Tenney had closed his address, Rev. Wm. Wright announced the second hymn, "We Shall Meet Bye and Bye."

Professor L. F. Parker, whom Mr. Grinnell had asked several years ago to give the address at his funeral, then gave a biography of the deceased, speaking eloquently, tenderly of his hopes and his fears, his struggles, his aspirations and his successes as a cultured, refined man and as an enterprising citizen. From the address we extract one passage and the conclusion. "Naturally, as the magnet draws iron, once here he could not be unseen or unheard. The first waves of pop

ulation had flooded in from the south and the southern portion of the free states west of the Alleghanies. These pioneers were all along our rivers, through all our groves, brawny men, industrious, hardy and fearless as Daniel Boone, often more unfriendly to abolitionists than to slavery itself. Eighteen hundred and fifty-four was memorable in Iowa for the large inflow from the more northern and New England states, for the distinct political issue of opposition to the Kansas-Nebraska bill, and for the election on that platform of James W. Grimes to the governorship. It was the state after Mr. Grinnell's own heart. The beauty of its oceanlike prairies was fascinating to him, but most fascinating of all was the industry, the intelligence and the aspirations of its people. Its possibilities seemed boundless. Into the discussions of 1854 he dashed as Sheridan flew where bullets fell thickest. It was his introduction to the state. Thenceforward his name was a household word in all our Mesopotamia, his colony an object of widespread interest. His facile and felicitous speech, quick repartee and measureless energy were in demand in all campaigns, and his profound thought was called for in official life. He was made state senator from 1856 to 1860 and was efficient in all the better legislation of the time. The fair historian of all interests will be compelled to write his name more than once in the legislative progress of the time, for example, 1858, the Iowa school legislation.

Of our friend's life from 1850 to 1870 I can speak with the perfect assurance derived from daily conference and confidence. During that time the town seemed more than his lengthened shadow. There is but slight figure of speech in the statement that it was the man himself. More than one man not in harmony with his central purpose was advised to move on; those who remained were quieted both churchward and collegeward by contrast with him.

Wieland once said of the German poet Goethe: "Since the morning I first met him my soul has been as full of Goethe as the dewdrops of sunshine." In that elder day Mr. Grinnell's magnetic personality so impressed strangers through the state that he who took his hand or heard his speech could not forget him. It was natural, then, that we who were in daily contact with him should soon learn to second all his thoughts, his plans at home, and to make him on all occasions our chief representative abroad.

Those who have met him only in the late years, when disease was sapping his wonderful vital force and making it less possible for him to take an active share in all our multiplying interests, can scarcely appreciate the universality or the stimulation of his earlier presence. Those of that time will cheerfully accord to him a greater influence toward all that we most value in town life than to any other; some of us would say more than to all others. It was then obvious indeed that he who would carry any public measure must first secure our friend's co-operation. Even if his plan did not seem to some of us quite the best, his personal effort would certainly make it the most feasible.

In church influence and church building he was not limited to externals. In addition to his early mass of business affairs he was the first and long the only pastor in the town, and always without compensation. His preaching was always fresh, fraternal and hopeful. It was fresh, for it had the tone of the West about it, of the newest West that was growing up about us. He talked little of the condition of the Jews, more of the work of the early Christians, but most of all of the things done and to be done there and then. That preaching was eminently brotherly. His religion and his expression of it was largely, very largely philanthropic. Truth came to him as it has been said to reach the mind of the late Dr. Goodell, of St. Louis, from sympathy rather than by a painful process of learning. He was humane because he was so thoroughly human. He found duty in benevolence, in

good willing, in thought and in practice. His words impelled to all generous kindness, his acts attracted to it. The bereaved, the sick and the unfortunate always expected to hear his quick coming footsteps and were never disappointed without imperative reasons. It was no strange thing for groceries, a pair of shoes, or even a stove, to be ordered at the salesroom, or sent to those in want from his own home. With such preaching in our pulpit and such practice out of it, help and self-help was very easy in those days in our little community.

And do you who have come to us in later years wonder now that our preacher was so influential; that his preaching was helpful? The preacher seemed to adopt Pope's maxim in our community life and to assume that "whatever is is right". Complaint on his lips was strange; praise was easy. In turning to the future, both near and remote, it was the radiant side he saw. Henry Ward Beecher once told his congregation that whenever he wanted to study the doctrine of original sin he studied them. Whenever our first pastor wanted to study the basis of terrestrial hope he studied himself. On that deepest tablet he found the one word "hope" written, boldly written. He repeated it to us in ever varying phrase and never varying confidence. He believed in us and in our future until we, too, dared to believe in both. His hope was contagious, victorious, everything vanished before it. It filled the place with happiness and harmony.

The college has ever been the object of his highest hope and of his most constant effort. It was in his New York plan, in all arrangements here before Iowa college became our own, in his successful effort to try it here, and in all his later thought. If the name of the givers and of the agent who received the gifts were written on all donations of the college, his name and that of his family would have no parallel in library and cottage and college building. Blair Hall stands to-day, and long may it stand, the one great monument to his greatest success in obtaining a single donation for a college building after the tornado.

The entire city voices its memory and its gratitude to-day. The city flag at half mast, words of the city council, the resolutions of the business men and their closed doors, the silence in our school-rooms, this great assembly, and not least of all, the request of the "boys in blue" to be permitted to bear this sleeping dust to its final rest, tell how very near our friend came to the common weal and heart. The soldier never had a better friend than he, the town cannot have a nobler benefactor than he who launched it, trimmed the sails and so long held its helm.

Yonder park may yet bear some formal monument, but to him who would see him completest we would say, "Behold! the town itself, Grinnell in its material form, its educational institutions, its moral life." His face and his deeds are photographed on grateful hearts here and elsewhere. His beneficiaries in ordinary want and in the tornado disaster bless his memory and some have welcomed him on the other shore. If we should utter a word here of sympathy with the kindred bereaved, we should say that we who speak and we who are silent feel most like taking our seat by your side as largely the partners of your emotions. Our brother gone would not have you wear a badge of mourning for him; he would not have us remember him with tears of pain. Privilege and duty alike demand that we should permit his life work to be an inspiration and his hope to be our crown of joy. It is a rich legacy of joy, it will remain a ceaseless benefaction to us. His sickness was long and at times through agonies worse than death. He closed his eyes at last under the clouds and in the night. Morning came to us and it was golden sunshine. Light came to him, and it was the radiance of heaven.

"Beloved dust, farewell,
Hail, beloved brother!"

At the close of Professor Parker's address Dr. Magoun alluded briefly to his

acquaintance and friendship with Mr. Grinnell. He said it was in 1848 that he first met Mr. Grinnell. He was introduced to him at Dubuque while a Fourth of July celebration was in progress. He was at that time, as he always was, a demonstrative, enthusiastic man. He grasped every situation and made the most of it. His young heart was buoyant and full of hope. In the employ of the American Tract Society he was the most useful man ever engaged by that great truth distributing organization. He could see more people and say more in a day than any man he ever knew. He was a herald of light and truth to the early villages of Iowa and Wisconsin. It was at that time and while riding over this western country that he first conceived the idea of a moral educational town to be founded somewhere on the open prairies — a place that should be as a beacon light for all far and near. It was some time until he met Mr. Grinnell again, but afterward he saw much of him, and it was his good fortune to become intimately associated with him in carrying out some of his great life thoughts. He had often thought that in that first meeting he had learned to know Mr. Grinnell as well as he had learned to know others in years of acquaintanceship. The frank, easy, open and spontaneous nature of the man left nothing hidden after that, to him, memorable meeting.

After giving these facts, Dr. Magoun paid a beautiful tribute to the noble Christian life of his friend and fellow-worker. It was full of eloquence and pathos, and left a deep impression upon the audience.

The closing musical selection was "Gathering Home", soprano solo by Mrs. Geo. M. Christian. It was one of the most touching things of the afternoon. The beautiful words, rendered so faultlessly by the gifted singer of the city of Grinnell, went home to the hearts of all, and many eyes were dimmed with tears as the words "One by one fell from the singer's lips. The exercises closed with prayer by Rev. Mr. Chamberlain, of Iowa College. Hundreds, if not thousands, filed past the flower-laden casket, and many lingered, showing how hard it was to part with one who through many years had endeared himself to all.

The warm weather followed by the cold spell of the night before had left the roads in a practically impassable condition. It was thought best not to drive the hearse or any carriages to the cemetery. The members of Gordon Post, G. A. R., volunteered their services to carry the bier all the way to the cemetery, a distance of nearly a mile. The offer was accepted, and the old soldiers, for the love they bore him while living, with bowed heads carried the burden. Nothing showed more tenderly the devotion to the good man, the noble pioneer and distinguished citizen who now lies buried near the city that will perpetuate his name. — Grinnell Herald.

MEMORIAL SERVICES.

The following Sunday afternoon, in the Congregational Church, was given to memorial services of a free, spontaneous character in honor of Mr. Grinnell, of much more value in testimony to him than any formal exercises. Familiar speeches, full of reminiscences and warm tribute, were made by Rev. T. G. Brainerd, Col. S. F. Cooper, H. G. Little, Rev. J. M. Chamberlain, J. P. Lyman, Prof. J. Macy, R. M. Kellogg, Mr. Clark (son of an early settler), Ex-President G. F. Magoun, D. D., Prof. R. D. Jones, Rev. D. O. Mears, D. D., of Worcester, Rev. H. M. Tenney; letters were read from Ex-Governor Larrabee and Mrs. President G. A. Gates (in the absence of her husband East), and resolutions of condolence by the Gordon Granger Post, G. A. R., the preamble of which says of Mr. Grinnell: "In spirit he was always with us and for us; the fighting for the Union was not