ADDRESS.



have been silent, unseen heroes who laid the line, tore down
forbidding hills and mountains, harnessed mighty torrents,
built monuments to those whose names are not carved, if carved
at all, except on some simple, voiceless slab in the City of
the Dead.
  But before Agamemnon was, were heroes, who perished
because they had no Homer.

                " Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona,
                Multi; sed omnes, illacrimabiles,
                     Urgentur ignotique longa
                  Nocte, carent quia vale sacro."

                  Before lived Agamemnon,
                    Many brave have lived;
        Tho' men of action, all unwept, unknown, they sleep,
                       In the long night,
                    Wanting a sacred singer.
           (Horace: Odes. Bk. IV, Ode 9: Line 25.)

  Out of what meagre clay moulded H        romer his deathless
figures, we shall never know. It is the Poet who makes us im
mortal, not our deeds. W ith a silence almost contemptuous the
Pyramids meet our questions, and, point us for answer to the
Sphinx. Therefore, tonight as I try in my way, all too weak,
to tell my story, I beg you to let your imagination bring here with
me those splendid fellows, my once companions in some hard-
ships, and some dangers, dear friends now gone, whose story
is a large part of the story that I must tell.
  I feel their presence, even as I see yours.

                  "But we cannot tarry here,
    We must march, my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
      We the youthful, sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
                     Pioneers! 0, Pioneers!

                  "All the past we leave behind,
       We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world.
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labour and the march,
                    Pioneers! 0, Pioneers!"
           (Walt Whitman.-"Pioneers! 0, Pioneers!")



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