since, a school of three pupils, in a church, for the want of a school-house, till the present, when there are thirtyone schools in San Francisco, with about 10,000 pupils, taught by seventy-five or eighty teachers. Throughout the State, the progress will compare well with that in San Francisco. More teachers of the right kind are wanted, professional teachers, and they are wanted from New England.

The PRESIDENT then called other States, but no representative responded.

MR. MALEEN, of Berlin, was invited to speak for Germany. In the course of his brief remarks, he said they had no large audiences like this, gathered for such a purpose, and no such universal interest in education for the sake of giving instruction among the mass of the people. He would go home and report what he had seen here, and would say, "I have seen that go-ahead people; now you go ahead too in the race." (Applause.)

MR. WESTON, of Maine, then finished the recital which he commenced at the opening of the meeting.

Mr. President, - The audience will please understand that the "twenty orators of the evening," as you please to style them, have not come to this platform as volunteers in the service, but as school boys in obedience to your summons, as the school-master of the evening, to engage in a brief geographical exercise prepared at your bidding.

For my own part, Sir, I have no intention to burden this audience, after three days of grave lectures and discussions, with an essay or a table of dry statistics. I will merely give you a few items in the Geography of Maine, which may not be familiar to you all.

Maine is bounded, as you all know, by New Hampshire on the West, and on all other sides by Down East generally.

In extent, Maine is sufficiently ample to hold in her generous lap her old mother Massachusetts, with room enough remaining for all the New England sisters at the side of their mother.

At the meeting of the National Association at Buffalo, two weeks ago, our friend Gen. Oliver, of Lawrence, in one of his eloquent flights, spoke of Maine as that State, away down East, where it is winter nine months in the year, and terribly cold the other three. This certainly was a very cool compliment; so cool that I have preserved it undissolved for two weeks, even amid the heats of August. I would like to have taken the General along with me in a two days' ride on the top of a stage coach, as I passed from Calais to Bangor a month ago. He would have repented of his slander upon the climate of Maine, and cried peccavi!

With such notions in regard to our climate, you I could hardly suppose, of course, that very good things can come out of our sterile soil, or exist in our shivering atmosphere. But this is all a mistake. I cannot stop to speak, in detail, of the products of our soil, which, in some portions of the State, rivals the valleys of the West in depth and richness, and elsewhere is equal to the best of the New England territory. I cannot dwell upon the products of our interior forests, our lime kilns, our quarries of slate, and granite, and marble, all of which furnish, in their kind, the best which the markets of the country afford. In the single item of ship-building she furnishes about one third of all the tunnage of the country, — not including the Navy Yard at Kittery, commonly known as the Portsmouth Navy Yard, but located wholly in Maine. I need say nothing of the cattle upon her thousand hills, and the fish in her thousand streams and bays, which supply her own tables in abundance, and leave a large surplus for other markets.

The manufacturers of Maine may be found in every part of the country, her fabrics of wool and cotton and implements of industry, from a garden hoe to the best locomotives which traverse the continent. And this, Sir, reminds me of our railroad enterprises, one of which was commenced and extended to the Canada border, without the consent of Boston, and I suppose without any knowledge of its existence, judging from the fact that it was not indicated upon the railroad maps issued here. Nevertheless, the elephant is there, Sir, and with his Grand Trunk, is drawing through Maine a generous portion of the commerce of the continent.

It is a different sort of productions to which I was designing to call your attention this evening; the men we raise, business men, working men in every department of life, and especially educated men. Our system of

education is that which we received from our good old mother Massachusetts. We have our two colleges, a hundred academies, more or less, and thousands of district schools, graded and ungraded. As yet we have no Normal Schools of established character. We shall have these by and by. Our teachers have been fitted for their business by no especial machinery. Thus far they have depended mainly upon their wits for the necessary training. Nevertheless, our products in the line of scholarship, literature, and the professions, are not unworthy to be named even before a Boston audience.

Look, for example, at the single item of college Presidents. There is Doctor Lord of Dartmouth, a Maine man and graduate of Bowdoin College, who will leave the world less degenerate than he imagines, and his country a good deal further advanced in the career of greatness and glory than he fears. There is Martin B. Anderson, President of the Rochester University, educated first in a

Bath shipyard, then in Waterville College, and then sent abroad to hew and shape other timbers for the ship of State. There is William H. Allen, a Kennebec and Bowdoin boy, saved from being a clergyman so that he might be President of Girard College; Daniel R. Goodwin, Provost of the University of the city of Philadelphia; President Hale of Geneva College; President Woods of the Western University of Pennsylvania; Presidents Sherman and Mitchell of Tennessee; President Collins of Carlisle College; President Giddings of Missouri; President Colby of the Maryland Agricultural College, and I know not how many others sons whom Maine has given to the world.

A similar array of Professors and eminent teachers of various grades, has Maine produced. Among these are the late Prof. S. Greenleaf, of the Cambridge Law School; Prof. Stowe, of Andover; Prof. Longfellow, of Cambridge; Profs. H. B. Smith and Roswell D. Hitchcock, of New York city; Principal Soule, of Exeter; Dr. Geo. B. Emerson, of Boston; Prof. Locke, of Cincinnati, inventor of the telegraphic clock; Profs. Coffin and Flye, of the National Observatory at Washington; Prof. Baker, at the head of the medical profession in New York; Professors Lane, of Iowa College; Pickard, of Wisconsin University; Adams, of Jacksonville, Ill.; Prof. G. C. Swallow, of Missouri; the late Prof. Grover, of Delaware College, and others too numerous to mention all Maine

men.

In another line we have furnished three Principals and a good many subordinate teachers for the Normal Schools of Massachusetts; and at one time the Principals of the Young Ladies' Seminaries at Bradford and Mt. Holyoke as now of Auburndale and the Spingler Institute, were from Maine. Of course it is not strange that Maine should

have sent the first public school teacher to California, in the person of Mr. Pelton, who spoke to you this evening.

Again, we have raised and educated many distinguished divines, and exported many of them to other States and foreign countries. Why, Sir, I recall the names of some half a dozen Boston clergymen, imported from our cold. climate, to unfold and expand in this more genial atmosphere. Cyrus A. Bartol, Rufus Anderson, Elijah Kellogg, John C. Stockbridge, Geo. W. Field, and Edwin B. Webb, are among them. Then New York has our Prentis, our Cheevers, and Abbotts, and others of lesser fame. Boardman among the Karens, Munson among the Battahs, Snow and Dole in the Pacific Islands, Perkins and Haskell and Hamlim among the Turks and Armenians, are witnesses, living or dead, and if dead, still living, that Maine has nourished in her rugged climate hearts as well as intellects, warmed and cultivated to the high standard of self-sacrificing devotion to the good of the race.

In literature, Maine is not without her acknowledged representatives. Willis and Longfellow are known whereever the English language is spoken or sung; John Neal, Charles G. Eastman, the Mellens, Cutter, and others of no mean repute, have honorable places among the poets of the day; while the stories and the histories of the Abbotts, and the elegant productions of Geo. S. Hillard and other writers of prose, are equally honorable in that direction. Uncle Tom's Cabin, too, was built from mudsill to ridgepole on the soil of Maine, as also the Caste and Ida May of Mrs. Pike. I find that in Harvard College the two Librarians, necessarily men of large familiarity with literature and learning, are both Maine men; and of the half dozen or more critical laborers on Worcester's Royal Dictionary, three at least are men of Maine, by birth and education.

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