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Show WENDELL PHILLIPS AND JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. Splendid Tribute Paid to the Great Orator's Memory by His Lifelong Friend and Co-Worker. It was our prlvllcgo during many years to count Wendoll Phillips and John Boylo O'ltellly among our beat friends. We well rcmomber tho evening when both, at our request, took part In one of our annual mcotlngs at tho Tremont temple. It was at tho time when wo were fighting at tho state-house state-house for our law to prohibit tho shooting shoot-ing of pigeons from traps. Wo wcro opposed by some hundreds ot Boston gentlemen, who employed thrco prominent prom-inent lawyers, and we needed help. Wo need not say that our application to Wendell Phillips and John Boylo O'ltellly brought tbo help wo wanted and assisted us In causing tho law to bo enacted. From O'llcllly's poem on tho dctth of Phillips, In tho Boston Pilot of Nov. 16, wo tnko tho last two verses: Como, brothers, hero to tho burial! But weep not, rather rejoice, For his fearless llfo and his fearless death; for his truo, uncqualod voice. Like a silver trumpet sounding tho note of human right; For his bravo hoart always ready to enter the weak ono's fight; For his soul unmoved by the mob's wild shout or the social sneer's disgrace; dis-grace; For his freoborn spirit that drew no line betwoen class or crocd or race. Come, workers; hero was a teacher, and tho lesson he taught was good; Thero are no classes of races, but one human brotherhood; There are no creeds to be outlawed, no colors of skin debarred; Mankind Is ono In its rights and wrongs ono right, ono hope, ono guard. By his llfo he taught, by his death wo learn tho great reformer's creed; The right to bo free, and the hope to be Just, and tho guard against selfish groed. And richest of all aro the unseen wreaths on his coffin lid laid down 3y the toll-soiled hands of workmen their sob, fiolr kiss, and their crown. Our Dumb Animals. |