attainment than he seemed to stand in advance of the fishermen of Galilee."

Of the great hereafter he thought much, and in years past somewhat dubiously. There was no dogmatic disbelief; there was a yearning hope that almost reached conviction, but a shadow lay upon the future, and he would not confess a belief for which there was not adequate ground. But in later years this hope has steadily grown to assurance. With him, I suppose, as with Fiske and Romanes, the larger implications of the doctrine of evolution brought a kind of certitude he had never found before. In that swan song of his, at the birthday banquet, are these questions and answers, which give us his latest and ripest thought.

"What is the outlook," he imagines his friends asking him, "at your time of life, as to the individual future? Does the old man get any nearer than the younger ones to an answer to the great question, ‘If a man die shall he live again?' Here, too, I am glad to say that the hope grows stronger as the years go by, that a being of such unmistakable alliance with divinity as man, with the godlike endowments of reason and conscience, may hope to emerge even from the shock of death unharmed. I have a growing respect and reverence for man as man. The spiritual difference between him and the rest of the creation seems infinite. He belongs to the higher side of the universe and will share its great destiny. I am sure that we often think too meanly of ourselves. Tennyson expresses my faith in the well known lines:

"Thou wilt not leave us in the dust,

Thou madest man, he knows not why;
He thinks he was not made to die,

And thou hast made him, Thou art just.'

"Or, as expressed by Mackintosh: 'If through the cosmical and evolutionary process the Great Unseen has been able out of the primordial elements to bring beings into existence akin to himself, may it not be hoped that these same beings may be fitted for a life beyond the limits of a finite duration?' '

On that quiet Sabbath, which was his last full day upon earth, he seemed to be aware that "the shadow, feared of man,

who keeps the keys of all the creeds," was lurking near, and he met the challenge without a tremor:

“Do you know," he said to one member of his family some time during the afternoon, "do you know that poem of Browning's about death-The fog in the throat, the mist in the face?'' It was looked for, but was not found then, and the matter was dropped. As the evening drew on, another member of the family was sitting with him, and he mentioned it again. This time it was found and read to him, and he listened with keen interest. A little later this daughter went out and the other came in. "There is that poem of, Browning's-"Prospice," he said. "Won't you read it to me?" She read it, and after a little his wife took her place by his side. "Do you remember," he said to her, "that poem of Browning's about death? It is there. I should like to hear you read it." The third time it was read to him. None of them knew that the others had been asked to read the poem. Was it not the word that uttered his own deepest feeling about death:

"Fear death? To feel the fog in my throat,

The mist in my face,

When the snows begin and the blasts denote
I am nearing the place,

The power of the night, the press of the storm,
The post of the foe;

Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form

Yet the strong man must go;

For the journey is done and the summit attained

And the barriers fall,

Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained,
The reward of it all.

I was even a fighter, so-one fight more,

The best and the last!

I would hate that death bandaged my eyes and forbore

And bade me creep past.

No, let me taste of the whole of it, for, like my peers,

The heroes of old

Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears,

Of pain, darkness and cold.

For sudden the worst turns the best to the braves,

The black minute's at end,

And the element's rage, the fiend voices that rave
Shall dwindle, shall blend,

Shall change, shall become first a peace, then a joy,
Then a light, then thy breast,

O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,

And with God be the rest!"

Then it was that he welcomed death, and passed to where, beyond these voices, there is peace. The thoughts of these last hours were not unfamiliar thoughts; the one who knew him better than any other could have known him testifies that he was the most devout soul she has ever known; that while he never wore his faith upon his sleeve, his deepest and most constant interest has always been in the things unseen and eternal. He has gone, as we believe, to stand among those who no longer see as in the blurred mirror, dimly, but are face to face with the eternal realities, in the light of God-in that fuller revelation for which his soul was always athirst. The world in which he lived is a better world for us, and for many others, because he has lived in it, and the world to which he has gone is dearer and nearer and surer since he has passed within its portals.

"Unnoted as the setting of a star

He passed, and sect and party scarcely knew
When from their midst a sage and seer withdrew
To fitter audience, where the great dead are,

In God's republic of the heart and mind,
Leaving no purer, nobler soul behind."

THE NORTH-WEST TERRITORY.

AN ADDRESS BY BISHOP BENJAMIN WILLIAM ARNETT, D. D.

WEDNESDAY EVENING, OCT. 11, 1899, AT MUSIC HALL, CHICAGO.

We have been called together by the authorities of the Autumnal Festival Celebration. First, we are to give thanks for the achievements of the present century, for the triumph of mind over matter, as well as the success that has attended the labors of our workmen, the harvest of our farmers and the dividends that have accrued to our financiers. It is not only to celebrate the success in the agricultural, the commercial, the educational and social world, but it is to commemorate certain historical events that have proven to be the beginning of an epoch in the history of the country and of the race.

I know of no subject so fraught with interest and so mysterious in its workings as the organization and the development of the North-western Territory. To follow the birth, growth and development of this territory, it is only to set up a true standard of the progress and development of our whole country. The country, in fact the whole country, has been one of the marvels of the century. Our fathers who laid the foundation of our magnificent Republic laid them on true principles, they were laid on the Christian religion, Christian education, Christian morality and Christian temperance. The fathers of the revolution cemented these foundations with their blood and consecrated it with their tears. Our fathers, I say, because it was the Anglo-Saxon fathers, and the fathers of the Negro race, whose joint heroism and courage won the battle of the Revolution and since that day the great efforts for the development of our country, whether north or south, has been the joint work of the two races.

Whatever is grand about our country, whatever is noble about our manhood, whatever is progressive about our society, whatever is beneficent in our institutions, our churches, schools,

universities and business, they are all a part of the fruitage of the united efforts of the races, and it is well for us on this occasion to consider the development of our national wealth, national power and national honor. Whether in peace or in war, on the land or on the sea, the magnificent courage of the white man and black man have made them invincible against the foes without and the foes within. No race or nation has ever stood and succeeded before the invincible army of our nation, whether led by Farragut on the Mississippi, Perry on Lake Erie, or Jackson at New Orleans, or Dewey in the Manila Bay.

The material expansion of our country has been a source of gratification to all friends of the republican form of government. Starting with a few states, it has continued to develop and add star to star; since that the thirteen colonies formed a more perfect union. Thirty-two stars have been added to the galaxies of the nation, and as a nation they illume the pathway of the toiling millions and give hope to the struggling people of the land.

The advancement of our population has been wonderful. The following facts as relates to the expansion, territorial, population, commercial, educational, religious and otherwise, has been a marvel. We have expanded by day and by night, every day in the week, and Sunday, too. There has been no time in the past that our nation has not increased in force, in power and in majesty.

EXPANSION.

The question is often asked, "Are you in favor of expansion?" How could I be any other than an expansionist? It is the doctrine of our government, of our religion and of our civilization. The missionary thought of the gospel is one of extending and spreading to the uttermost parts of the earth the tidings of man's redemption from ignorance, sin and crime.

The genius of our civilization carries with it the breaking down of the walls of partition between civilized and uncivilized, between the barbarian and the semi-barbarian and presented to the unfortunate of the earth the advantages of our homes, churches, school houses and colleges.