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middle states dates from the same period. At Easton, Pennsylvania, the citizens convened on the 27th of December, 1824, and resolved to establish Lafayette College, an eminent institution of learning, in memory of and “As a testimony of respect for the talents, virtues and signal services, of General Lafayette, in the great cause of freedom.”
When the time which he had allotted for his tour had expired, Lafayette repaired to Washington, to pay his parting respects to the chief magistrate of the nation, John Quincy Adams, who had succeeded President Monroe. This took place at the presidential mansion, on the sixth of September, 1825. The farewell address from the president, in behalf of the whole American people, was a most affecting tribute to the lofty character and patriotic services of Lafayette, during his long and eventful career. It closed with the following words:
"You are ours by that unshaken sentiment of gratitude for your services which is a precious portion of our inheritance; ours by that tie of love, stronger than death, which has linked your name for the endless ages of time with the name of Washington. At the painful moment of parting with you we take comfort in the thought that, wherever you may be, to the last pulsation of your heart, our country will ever be present in your affections; and a cheering consolation assures us that we are not called to sorrow—most of all, that we shall see your face no more,—for we shall indulge the pleasing anticipation of beholding our friend again. In the name of the whole people of the United States I bid you a reluctant and affectionate farewell.”
To this parting address from the lips of the nation's distinguished chief magistrate, Lafayette replied in a strain of patriotic and impassioned eloquence never to be forgotten.
On the same day he embarked for France, on board the Brandywine, a new frigate, named thus in compliment to Lafayette, who, on the banks of that river, was wounded in his first battle for American freedom. In the whole range of history, ancient or modern, there is no instance of similar honors being paid to any hero, by the united and spontaneous will of a great people; and when, nine years after, he paid the debt of nature, that same great people gave vent to universal grief, and every tongue spoke words of eulogy to the memory of America's most illustrious friend.
O mother of a mighty race,
With words of shame
For on thy cheeks the glow is spread
Thy hopeful eye
O fair young mother! on thy brow
And, as they fleet,
From O Mother of a Mighty Race.-WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
CROSSING THE BAR
BY ALFRED TENNYSON
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell
And after that the dark !
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
bear me far,
When I have crost the bar.
Socrates thought that if all our misfortunes were laid in one common heap, whence every one must take an equal portion, most persons would be contented to take their own and depart.
MAGNANIMITY OF SALADIN
BY SIR WALTER SCOTT
The effects of the climate, became, as usual, fatal to the soldiers from the North, and the more so that the dissolute license of the crusaders, forming a singular contrast to the principles and purposes of their taking arms, rendered them more easy victims to the insalubrious influence of burning heat and chilling dews. To these discouraging causes of loss was to be added the sword of the enemy. Saladin, than whom no greater name is recorded in Eastern history, had learned, by bitter experience, that his light-armed followers were little able to meet in close encounter with the iron-clad Franks, and had been taught, at the same time, to apprehend and dread the adventurous character of his antagonist Richard. But if his armies were more than once routed with great slaughter, his numbers gave the Saracen the advantage in those lighter skirmishes, of which many were inevitable. There was a perpetual warfare of posses and foragers, in which many valuable lives were lost without any corresponding object being gained. The crusaders had to purchase the means of sustaining life by life itself; and water, like that of the well in Bethlehem, longed for by King David, one of its ancient monarchs, was then, as before, only obtained by the expenditure of blood.
Those evils were, in a great measure, counterbalanced by the stern resolution and restless activity of King Richard, who, with some of his best knights, was ever on horseback, ready to repair to any point where danger occurred, and often not only bringing unexpected succor to the Christians, but discomfiting the infidels when they seemed most secure of victory. But even the iron frame of Cour de Leon could not support, without injury, the alternations of the unwholesome climate, joined to ceaseless exertions of body and mind.
He became afflicted with one of those slow and wasting fevers peculiar to Asia, and, in spite of his great strength and still greater courage, grew first unfit to mount on horseback, and then to attend the councils of war, which were, from time to time, held by the crusaders.
Naturally rash and impetuous, the irritability of his temper preyed on itself. He was dreaded by his attendants, and even the medical assistants feared to assume the necessary authority which a physician, to do justice to his patient, must needs exercise over him.
One faithful baron, who, perhaps, from the congenial nature of his disposition, was devotedly attached to the king's person, and dared to come between the dragon and his wrath, and quietly but firmly maintained a control which no other dared assume over the dangerous invalid, and which Thomas de Multon, the Lord of Gilsland, in Cumberland, surnamed by the Normans the Lord de Vaux, only exercised because he esteemed his sovereign's life and honor more than he did the degree of favor which he might lose, or run the risk he might incur in nursing a patient so intractable and whose displeasure was so perilous.
It was on the decline of a Syrian day that Richard lay on his couch of sickness, loathing it as much in mind as his illness made it irksome to his body. His bright, blue eye, which at all times shone with uncommon keenness and splendor, had its vivacity augmented by fever and mental impatience, and glancing from among his curled and unshorn locks of yellow hair as fitfully and as vividly as the last gleams of the sun shoot through the clouds of an approaching thunder storm, which still, however, are gilded by its