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Show THOMAS STAR KING. On the last anniversary of the birth of Thomas Star King his old friends in Boston held a memorial mem-orial meeting and the veneiable Rev. Dr. Edward Everett Hale delivered the memorial address. Of course it was fine, filled with tender and exquisite eulogy of the marvelous man who, beginning at the lowest round in the ladder, climbed up to immortal im-mortal heights, though he died before he was forty. There is nothing to criticise in the address. From the Boston standpoint it was complete, the only feature of it which is not quite up to the satisfaction of those who knew Star King in the west is that in Boston his friends did not appreciate appre-ciate how much the glorified man grew under the friction and the sunshine of the west. Could he have returned to Boston a month before be-fore he died and spoken before his old friends they would have felt as the mother feels whoso son goes out a private in the ranks and returns a Major General. He was a tower of strength in the west, but the air of the west filled his lungs, the inspiration of the west gave a new thrill to his nerves; from the men of the west he drew a magnetism mag-netism which he absorbed even as the sun draws magnetism from the ether, then like the sun he cast it off again in a coronal of his own which still aureoles his name with light. Then tho events transpiring around him were enough in four years to mature a mind like his in wisdom. Moreover they gave his mind a clear field in which he could bring forth all that was deep and tender and high in his nature and under the charm his voice took on new tones until at last It was attuned to deathless death-less eloquence. All that might have crystallized Into a local pride and natural provincialism had he remained in,Boston was swept away; his horizon expanded until it compassed a continent and linked with a golden chain Plymouth Rock and the Golden Gate. This broadened vision gave him to see what this Republic meant for liberty and the rights of man as he would not in years have seen it in the east. This gave him new power, the pictures he drew gave a new eloquence to his tongue, a new majesty to native land. He borrowed some tones from the deep sea as it broke upon the western coast, he stored in his soul some of the western sunlight which, when he spoke he flung off In flashes, the vojees of the great forests he learned to interpret and set to music. The mountains, the rivers andJ sun-kissed valleys were but Instruments in his hands through which to picture the goodness of God and the obligations which duty had placed upon his countrymen and so it was no wonder that in brain and heart and soul he grew, no wonder that when his soul passed on, upon the hearts of those who had sat in the light of his genius a great darkness fell. |