1
10
3
-
https://d1y502jg6fpugt.cloudfront.net/25778/archive/files/6a95d333b13f848f9a34f9fde51f2a8b.pdf?Expires=1712793600&Signature=X%7EsZh7yji8Mglp2xwT-4%7EtcO1PSVUxdlXoDaZT4Chqi3jEADGXVaxRBY-KDvPok24hIGfKaIhO5MlkjFapqOowM5Vt01RfdeGAYS50mWtQAAAkD1JbwJNGaXGpU1HKhrIABJGi1vFkEGoZ8cd5eyXHjcPmgfkY4OGPD5k3MGTGvFW9TsTsRlQnJVlv8mnT59H8eidqfS87VB0mNEwCAGgyIZwUquotQIhbRw3GiIq69CGLaU%7E51JopT3Bwo713ZWNlhVjYe2sxoGxr2SAO21pjCHl9tzjQ3faS0A1I3NGAQKebWeZSLLDpLdbSlqAcIh1EuRYLPU6pZ1-QVeEDePJw__&Key-Pair-Id=K6UGZS9ZTDSZM
fbd862eca62e90c8a88c6a7883ad55dd
PDF Text
Text
��������
Dublin Core
The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/.
Title
A name given to the resource
Victorian Blogging
Description
An account of the resource
A collection of digitised nineteenth-century pamphlets from Conway Hall Library & Archives. This includes the Conway Tracts, Moncure Conway's personal pamphlet library; the Morris Tracts, donated to the library by Miss Morris in 1904; the National Secular Society's pamphlet library and others. The Conway Tracts were bound with additional ephemera, such as lecture programmes and handwritten notes.<br /><br />Please note that these digitised pamphlets have been edited to maximise the accuracy of the OCR, ensuring they are text searchable. If you would like to view un-edited, full-colour versions of any of our pamphlets, please email librarian@conwayhall.org.uk.<br /><br /><span><img src="http://www.heritagefund.org.uk/sites/default/files/media/attachments/TNLHLF_Colour_Logo_English_RGB_0_0.jpg" width="238" height="91" alt="TNLHLF_Colour_Logo_English_RGB_0_0.jpg" /></span>
Creator
An entity primarily responsible for making the resource
Conway Hall Library & Archives
Date
A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource
2018
Publisher
An entity responsible for making the resource available
Conway Hall Ethical Society
Text
A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text.
Original Format
The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data
Pamphlet
Dublin Core
The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/.
Title
A name given to the resource
In memoriam. John Stuart Mill, ... South Place Chapel, Finsbury, Sunday, May 25th, 1873
Description
An account of the resource
Place of publication: [s.l.]
Collation: [6 p.] ; 18 cm.
Notes: Hymn by W.J. Fox, music by E. Taylor; Readings; hymn adapted from Gaskell, music from Beethoven; Meditation; poem by George Herbert; Discourse; poem by Sarah F. Adams, music by Miss Flowers. From the library of Dr Moncure Conway.
Publisher
An entity responsible for making the resource available
[s.n.]
Date
A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource
1873
Identifier
An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context
G5202
Creator
An entity primarily responsible for making the resource
South Place Religious Society
Subject
The topic of the resource
Conway Hall Ethical Society
John Stuart Mill
Rights
Information about rights held in and over the resource
<a href="http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/mark/1.0/"><img src="http://i.creativecommons.org/p/mark/1.0/88x31.png" alt="Public Domain Mark" /></a><span> </span><br /><span>This work (In memoriam. John Stuart Mill, ... South Place Chapel, Finsbury, Sunday, May 25th, 1873), identified by </span><a href="https://conwayhallcollections.omeka.net/items/show/www.conwayhall.org.uk"><span>Humanist Library and Archives</span></a><span>, is free of known copyright restrictions.</span>
Format
The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource
application/pdf
Type
The nature or genre of the resource
Text
Language
A language of the resource
English
Conway Tracts
John Stuart Mill
Memorials
South Place Chapel
-
https://d1y502jg6fpugt.cloudfront.net/25778/archive/files/acfde1b7bfec41018e49d5dfbcb172ca.pdf?Expires=1712793600&Signature=OO-hPa9bTBPE7%7EAZ2J5uzq-XvvJozGrFa048fx0mbQrO%7EMDf4EQ6BmIkNxG7L8aZ59xcItCqz8JIkSv1XgEeHTPDMl1bOXv11tB1%7EC3zKnsxhLtFIoyhi4tztrcPgHq4I0b-qSIIu6fBzheUS-xwdoELg-y1UmpEiSTpN1AvWEus6HHKsTjPL5A8P0DHkYLFdLRilJnY4N2A5snx7qnt9YMiJhnF%7EcReISmghQt9FIYdEooPA24izDGd5deYzR0HJ9ekgo6umNI4ntILm0BFkwoDZ4OYVaqYZqK1czq0fRW6jOcj0mi6vNjjPqS1kXLdtaoqvTyeEtbxTZ5VNSW0Rw__&Key-Pair-Id=K6UGZS9ZTDSZM
b28ca6a2d16a7096ceb19e43c47da4e7
PDF Text
Text
f
��MEMORIALS
OF THE
OF THE
First Congregational Church
OF
CINCINNATI, OHIO,
JANUARY 21st, 1880.
PRINTED FOR
THE
UNITY
CLUB.
��D
* OTe^
^IDWDU£TORY
The Fiftieth Anniversary of the First Congregational
Church of Cincinnati was observed by a special service of com
memoration in the church building, corner Plum and Eighth
streets. The altar had been beautifully decorated with green
garlands and flowers. A large company was in the pews and
participated in the printed order of service. The historical
review, communications, and letters read are included in this
memorial volume. At the conclusion of the very interest
ing and impressive exercises, the congregation repaired to the
parlors below, where a collation had been spread by the ladies
of the society, the older members occupying a table together
at the upper end of the room. The walls and tables were
decorated with evergreens and flowers. There was also
exhibited a collection of portraits of former ministers and mem
bers of the church, which included an excellent pencil sketch
of the first church edifice of the society on the corner of
Fourth and Race streets (since demolished), drawn by Mrs.
Ephraim Peabody in 1832, and kindly loaned by her for this
occasion. Brief addresses were made during the evening by
the pastor, who presided over the feast; by John Kebler,
Esq., who made tender reference to various deceased mem
bers of the church, and spoke enthusiastically of its prospects
for the future ; by Capt. Robert Hosea on “The Unitarian
Outlook”; by Judge Manning F. Force, who paid a warm
tribute to the laborsand sacrifices of the women of the church ;
Hon. Alphonso Taft, who affirmed that a free and rational
religion was a necessity for a free state; by Mr. Edward
Goepper, on behalf of the younger members of the society;
Rev. T. M. Johnson, who extended a greeting from the Universalist connection; Michael Tempest, Esq., Dr. Seth Salt
marsh, and other friends. At a late hour the meeting broke
up with the hearty singing of “Auld Lang Sync. "
�1880.
1830.
^ordcr*of*cxcr<ji$c$^
I.
II.
HI.
Organ Voluntary,
by
Theodore Stanwood, Esq.
Rev. C. W. Wendte.
Prayer by the Pastor,
Hymn,
by
Rev. A. A. Livermore.
1.
A Holy air is breathing round,
A fragrance from above ;
Be every soul from sense unbound,
Be every spirit love.
2.
O God, unite us heart to heart,
In sympathy divine,
That we be never drawn apart,
And love not thee'nor thine.
3.
But by the cross of Jesus taught,
And all thy gracious word,
Be nearer to each other brought,
And nearer to the Lord.
IV. A Historical Review of The First Congregational Church,
by
V.
VI.
Reading
of
John D. Caldwell, Esq.
Communications from former Pastors and Members.
Hymn,................................................... by Rev. Jas. H. Perkins.
1.
It is a beautiful belief,
When ended our career,
That it will be our ministry,
To watch o’er others here.
2.
To lend a moral to the flower:
Breathe wisdom on the wind ;
To hold commune, al night’s pure noon,
With the imprisoned mind ;
'
�5
3.
To bid the mourners cease to mourn.
The trembling be forgiven;
To bear away from ills of clay
The infant, to its heaven.
4.
Oh! when delight was found in life,
And joy in every breath,
I cannot tell how terrible
The mystery of death.
5.
But now the past is bright to me,
And all the future clear;
For ’tis my faith that after death
I still shall linger here.
VII. Religious Poems written by Rev. John Pierpont, D.D.,
Rev. C. G. Fenner,
VIII.
IX.
.
read by
and
Miss Clara E. Nourse.
Congratulatory Letters.
Original Hymn—Tune, “Fair Harvard.”
1. They are gone, the first laborers, earnest in toil
Who tilled for the Master the field;
Through their furrows we tread as we cast o’er the soil
The seed that rich harvests shall yield.
Refrain.
•
Rejoicing, not weeping, we fare through the land,
And scatter our handful of seed :
Of each earnest effort, of each ready hand,
The Lord of the Harvest hath need.
z
2.
We sow as we go what we stay not to reap,
“God giveth the increase” alone.
Will His harvest ungarnered be, e’en though we sleep
When the ripe golden grain shall be grown ?
Refrain.—Rejoicing, etc.
3.
The night cometh swiftly—then work while we may
At this task we are trusted to do:
With light hearts at sunset we’ll lay it away
If our toil has been faithful and true.
Refrain.—Rejoicing, etc.
Alice Williams Brotherton.
X.
The Benediction.
A Social Re-Union and Collation in the Church Parlors immediately after
the conclusion of the Exercises.
�6
->-Li$T+OF+çommiTTees^
On Invitations.
Edward P. Cranch,
Robert Hosea,
Ai.phonso Taft,
John W. Hartwell,
John Kebler,
George H. Hivl,
John K. Coolidge,
Rowland Ellis,
Manning F. Force,
Fayette Smith,
Richard B. Field,
Michael Tempest,
John D. Caldwell,
Charles W. Wendte.
On Exercises.
The Pastor,
Mrs. George Hoadly,
Miss Sallie Ellis,
W. H. Venable,
On Social Re-Union.
Mrs. Anne Ryland,
Mrs. H. C. Whitman,
Mrs. Caleb Allen,
Mrs. Josiah Bridge,
Mrs. William H. Sampson,
Mrs. Jeremiah Peters,
Mrs. Theodore Stanwood,
Mrs. Elihu Green,
Mrs. Seth Evans,
Mrs. Mary Russell,
Mrs. Chas. Truesdale,
Mrs. A. O. Tyler,
Mrs. E. G. Leonard,
Mrs. J. O. Eaton.
On Decorations.
Wm. Bellows.
�RISTCWAL SK6TCR
OF THE
FIRST CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH
OF CINCINNATI.
�THE FIRST CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH,
N. E. Cor. Plum and Eighth Sts.
�T513CORKZAL SKCCCB
OF
THE FIRST CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH OF CINCINNATI
Bv JOHN D. CALDWELL.
‘Aready it is history—
We may tell what, our fathers did.’
Three generations have arisen in Cincinnati since the organization here of the First Congregational Church. But a
few survivors of that pioneer band remain to unite with us in
the felicitations which the attainment of its Semi-Centennial
evokes. It is from their reminiscences and the somewhat
scanty memorials contained in the written records of the
^society, that the following brief account of its destinies for
half a century has been prepared. One of the founders of
the First Congregational Church in Cincinnati, Hon. Wm.
Greene, late Lieut. Governor of Rhode Island, who was, in a
peculiar sen^e, the Father of the Church, and who is—thank
Heaven—still spared to add his testimony and congratulations
to our festival of commemoration, writes us:
“ The first decisive step in the Unitarian movement in Cincinnati, more
than half century ago, was the assembling at the City Council Chamberpot a
large number of citizens in favor of the establishment of a Unitarian Society
in Cincinnati. This meeting was held in response to an invitation published
in the Cincinnati Gazette, at the instance of several gentlemen who were
prominently favourable to the object. At the meeting thus assembled, a conv
mittee was appointed to take the necessary steps for the procurement of a charter.
This was obtained at the next subsequent meeting of the Legislature of Ohio,
and bore the date of January 21 st, 1830. The corporators and first trustees
named in said charter were Elisha Brigham, Jesse Smith, Nathan Guilford,
George Carlisle and Wm. Greene.
“For some time previous to their action at the Council Chamber, those
favourable to and interested in the undertaking had been kindly favoured with
�IO
professional visits by distinguished Unitarian clergymen from New England.
This kindly interest was long continued after the establishment of the church.
I cannot speak too strongly of the great value and constantly encouraging in
fluence of the generous services of our Eastern Brethren.”
Among these Eastern brethren, thus gratefully referred to,
were the Rev. Charles Briggs, of Lexington, Mass., the agent
of the American Unitarian Association, and the Rev. John
Pierpont, D.D., both of whom were deeply interested in the
New West as a field for missionary operations in behalf of
Liberal Christian principles. Mr. Pierpont, at that time pasitor of the Hollis Street Church, in Boston, made a report to
the Association in June, 1828, of his.five weeks’ stay in Cin
cinnati, in which he says, “You ask me what judgment I
formed of that city. I shall tell you as briefly as possible.
It is one of the most flourishing and rapidly increasing cities
of our country. The material for building up a Unitarian
Society in this place I believe to be abundant and of good
quality. The most enlightened among the different sects are
fast becoming at odds with the exclusive and horrible systems
of Calvin and his would-be followers. And if a Unitarian
Church could be built and a pastor settled, there is all good
*
reason to believe that the society woûld soon be, to say the
least, as numerous and respectable as any in the city.
In every place there seemed to be a growing dissatisfaction
with the religious sentiments generally preached. The people
. .. are getting tired of hearing changes rung on *he sublime
t
mysteries of the Westminster Catechism. They want some
thing more simple and practical ; something whose tendency
is bodi to enlighten the understanding and to purify the heart,
and we believe that the doctrines of Unitarianism, which are
those of pure Christianity, are every way calculated to supply
this want and to effect those all important purposes for which
they were designed by the Author and Finisher of our Faith. ”
Mr. Pierpont spoke wisely and truly. At Cincinnati
clustered a cultured few of New England blood, who were the
active movers in initiating Common Schools and educational
institutions in the city and State, and were notably efficient
also in benevolent enterprises. It is not invidious to mention
�I I
here the names of Nathan Guilford, Micajah J. Williams,
Charles Stetson, Timothy Flint, George Carlisle, John C.
Vaughan, William Goodman, James H. Perkins and William
Greene, early members of the Unitarian Church, who were
eminently devoted to such works of culture and philanthropy.
Carrying this spirit of enlightenment and good will into the
realm of religious thought and feeling they speedily became
dissatisfied with the popular theology and preaching of their
day, and for a time met on Sundays at each other’s houses for
conversation and discussion of ethical and religious topics.
These private gatherings led in turn to public meetings at the
City Hall and elsewhere, and finally resulted, as Mr. Greene
has concisely stated, in the organization of the First Congre
gational Church and its subsequent incorporation. During a
part of the year 1830, the Rev. Charles Briggs, who had been
sent out by the American Unitarian Association, officiated as
pastor to the young society, which was‘ under obligations to
thè Universalist and New Church or Swedenborgian societies
for the use of their rooms for its public worship. In the
meantime, a lot of land had been purchased, at a liberal rate,
»¿from Elisha Brigham, on the south-west corner of Race and
Fourth streets, and on the 23d of May, 1830, the society,
with thankfulness and joy, dedicated its newly built temple to
the worship of the One God. The sermon for the occasion
was preached by the Rev. Bernard Whitman, of Waltham,
Mass. An ode had been written by Rev. John Pierpont (see
appendix), and an original hymn by Timothy Flint, Esq.
The young society flourished abundantly. In September,
1830, the Rev. E. B. Hall (later stationed at Providence, R,
I.), became its first regular pastor. Concerning his vigorous
and hopeful ministry, but few memorials are found in the
church records, but his son contributes a genial word to our
Semi-Centennial festival, which will be found in the pages fol
lowing. Mr. Hall also formulated a declaration of principles
which held its own in the church for some years, and was
signed by a number of the members.
On the 20th of May, 1832, the Rev. Ephraim Peabody, a
man of singular purity and loveableness of character, a scholar
�12
and a poet, was installed as minister. Rev. James Walker,
D.D., preached the sermon, and Rev. Francis Parkman, of
Boston, gave the Charge and the Address to the People. In
the course of his discourse Mr. Walker said: *‘I believe that
Unitarianism will prevail in the West. Not that I expect its
spread here or elsewhere will depend wholly or chiefly on the
abilities or exertions of Unitarians themselves. Its spread,
like that of the truth generally, must depend on the progress
of civilization, the diffusion of useful knowledge among the
people, and the general assertion and application of the great
principles of religious liberty and free inquiry.”
The original hymns sung on this occasion, and which were
doubtless written by Mr. Peabody himself, are preserved in
the appendix. Among the activities in which the newly-set
tled minister was engaged was the publication, in 1835 and
following, of “The Western Messenger,” a monthly which
contained valuable contributions, especially those from the pen
of James H. Perkins. Soon, however, this fresh tie was sev
ered by the ill health of Mr. Peabody, and the beloved pastor
was transferred to another field. The tender word his son
gives in another place in this memorial volume, fitly describes
the sentiment still felt towards his gracious memory by all
who came within the circle of his influence. For some time
coming the church had to content itself with pulpit supplies
mainly from the East. Among others, the veteran Rev.
Aaron Bancroft; father of the historian, preached here in
1836. For some six and nine months respectively, the Revs.
C. A. Bartol and Samuel Osgood ministered to the shepherd
less flock. Revs. James Freeman Clarke, Wm. Silsbee and
Christopher P. Cranch (now the poet-painter of Cambridge),
preached before the society during a part of 1837, until, in
August of that year, Rev. B. Huntoon was settled as pastor.
But it was only to resign his post again in the year 1838,
when the Rev. Henry W. Bellows, of New York, filled the
pulpit for six weeks and was succeeded by others. In March,
1839, a call was extended to Rev. Wm. H. Channing, who
had preached with great acceptance during the previous win
ter, and on May 10th his ordination took place; the sermon
�i3
being preached by Rev. F. A. Farley, of Providence, R. L,
the Charge and Address given by Rev. W. G. Eliot, of St.
Louis, and the Right Hand of Fellowship by Rev. J. Free
man Clarke, of Louisville. The hymns were written by James
H. Perkins, and are reprinted in the appendix. Of Mr. Chan
ning’s bénéficient ministry hè has sent a too modest account,
which is given in its proper place. His resignation in Febru
ary, 1844, from conscientious motives, though honorable to
himself, was a severe blow to the society. For some time
after the pulpit was occupied by James H. Perkins, a mem
ber of the society, and a man of brilliant gifts and lofty char
acter. The Rev. C. J. Fenner, a talented and poetic mind,
returning from a southern trip, was invited to the pastorate,
and, although in very precarious health, accccpted the call,
serving the society faithfully from June to November, 1846,
when he relapsed, and a few months later died. In 1847 we
find Mr. Perkins again occupying the pulpit of the society,
this time as its regular pastor, a position he held with the
unbroken respect and love of his people until his too early
death in December, 1849. During his ministry the society
became noted for it$ benevolent activities, and rendered good
service in the many noble causes of which he was the inspirer,
and for which his previous experience as a minister
among the poor had so admirably qualified him. Thus, on
the first of January, 1848, a meeting of citizens was held, at
his call, in the City Council Chamber, and the Cincinnati Re
lief Union inaugurated, of which noble charity he was the first
president and efficient manager. He may also be considered
the father of the House of Refuge for children (in which
enterprise he was greatly aided by the labors of a good
woman, Mrs. R. B. Field, a member of the Unitarian Church),
as well as of other good institutions. His last sermon was an
appeal for the poor, and although eminent as a lawyer, editor,
teacher, essayist, poet, lecturer and preacher, it is this sanc
tified labor for the unfortunate and destitute that best keeps
his memory green among his parishioners and fellow-towns
men in Cincinnati to-day.
In 1850, Rev. A. A. Livermore accepted the pastorate
�T4
and began a useful and beneficent work among us. Thank
God, he is yet spared to gladden us from time to time with
his apostolic presence. Under Mr. Livermore the society was
thoroughly organized for efficient service and made liberal
donations of time, labor and money to good causes. The
various city charities and missionary enterprises of the denom
ination were recipients of its bounty. In 1852 the Western
Unitarian Conference was „organized at Cincinnati. Mr. Liv
ermore felt constrained, however, in 1856, to resign his charge
on account of ill health, and the society chose as his successor
in November of the same year, the Rev. Moncure D. Conway,,
of Washington, D. C. Mr. Conway’s ministry began most
auspiciously. His vigorous, fearless style of preaching, the
literary finish and freshness of his discourses attracted a large
following. In 1859, however, the increasing radicalism of
his utterances from the pulpit sorely troubled some of his par
ishioners of more conservative opinion, and a difference arose,
which, although causing a deal of unpleasant feeling at the
time and for long years after, there is no occasion to dwell
upon here, since it has been quite, if not entirely, out
lived on both sides, and a cordial unity of feeling restored.
The immediate result of this difference of opinion in the
church was the withdrawal of a minority of its members, who
soon after organized a second Unitarian society under the
name of the Church of the Redeemer.
The new congregation purchased from the Second Universalist Society the edifice on the south-west corner of Mound
and Sixth streets (since demolished). Disappointed in their
efforts to secure as pastor the Rev. Thos. Starr King, which
at first seemed likely to be successful, their pulpit was filled
for some time by various Unitarian notables, among whom
were Revs. Dr. H. W. Bellows, Dr. A. P. Peabody, Dr.
Oliver Stearns, Dr. Wm. -G. Eliot, Dr. Thomas Hill, J. H.
Heywood and Horace Mann, Esq. In January, 1863, the Rev.
A. D. Mayo was settled over the society and remained in Cincin,nati for ten years, a hard-working pastor, a gifted preacher, and
rendering great services to the community as a member of the
Public School Board. In 1872 he accepted a call to Spring
�i5
field, Mass., and was succeeded on January 5th, 1873, by Rew
‘Charles Noyes, whose ministry was marked by great fidelity to
his trust, while his catholicity of spirit and geniality of nature
did much to bring about a better understanding between the
two branches of Unitarianism in Cincinnati, and prepared the
way for the coming re-union.
Returning from this necessary digression to the history of
the parent church, we find Mr. Conway continuing his ser
vices as pastor until his resignation in November, 1862, to
accept a charge elsewhere. A call wa% extended to Rev. C.
G. Ames,-who occupied the pulpit during the greater portion
of the year 1863. In February, 1864, the church building
was sold, and the site is now covered by a huge block of
stores. An excellent representation of this simple, but his
toric, structure, in which R. W. Emerson, Theodore Parker,
Orville Dewey and so many other eminent men first uttered
their radical thought in our city, is given as a frontispiece to
this volume. It has been prepared from a pencil sketch made
in 1832 by Mrs. Ephraim Peabody, and kindly loaned by her
for this purpose. The society now migrated to Library Hall
on Vine street. As Mr. Ames was not able to remain per
manently with them, a number of preachers distinguished for
their progressive and radical views, as well as for their pulpit
ability, ministered for longer or shorter periods to the church.
Among them were Revs. Sidney H. Morse, David A. Was
son, Edward C. Towne and H. W. Brown. On the 19th of
September, 1865, the trustees were authorized to purchase
the lot and dwelling on the north-east corner of Plum and
Eighth streets, the site of the present church. January 26th,
1866, a call was extended to Rev. Thomas Vickers, then
studying at Heidelberg, Germany. Pending his acceptance,
the pulpit was occupied by A. Bronson Alcott, Revs. Samuel
Johnson, John Weiss, D. A. Wasson, Robert Collyer and
others. On the 6th of January, 1867, Rev. Mr. Vickers
preached his first sermon and began his pastoral relation.
Services were held for some years thereafter in Hopkins Hall,
on the south-west corner of Elm and West Fourth streets, but
it was now determined to erect a suitable house of worship,
�16
and on the 6th of November, 1870, the present building, on
the corner of Plum and Eighth streets, was dedicated, Rev.
Robert Collyer, of Chicago, preaching the sermon, and the
dedicatory prayer being from the lips of Rabbi Dr. Max Lilienthal. Mr. Vickers remained with the society until he
accepted the post of Public Librarian of the city, and on
Easter Sunday, April 5th, 1874, preached his farewell ser
mon. A man of scholarship and radical opinion, he also took
a prominent part in civil affairs, leading the opposition to the
retention of the Bible in the Public Schools, and conducting
a controversy with the Catholic Archbishop of this diocese
with signal ability and success. For some months during the
year 1874 the pulpit was filled by Revs. A. W. Stevens and
J. S. Thomson, after which services were, in a measure, sus
pended.
In the meantime, the pulpit of the Church of the Redeemer
had also become vacant, Rev. Charles Noyes having resigned.
With considerable differences of theological opinion, there yet
existed a very kindly feeling and pleasant social relations
between the members of the two societies. Both flocks
were pastorless, both burdened with a heavy indebted
ness. Under these circumstances their consolidation into
one society seemed in every way advisable, and was a
subject of discussion. In November, 1875, Rev. C. W.
Wendte, of Chicago, having received a call from the Church
of the Redeemer, and an informal invitation also from the
First Congregational Society, the opportunity for the union
seemed to have arrived. At his suggestion, which was
cordially seconded by Mess. John Kebler, Robert Hosea,
M. F. Force, Seth Evans and J. W. Harper, trustees of the
Church of the Redeemer, and Alphonso Taft, Thomas Vick
ers, Wm. Wiswell, John D. Caldwell and John F. Dair, trus
tees of the parent society, several consultations were held to
consider the consolidation of the two churches, and on
the 29th of December, 1875, a plan of union was unan
imously adopted by the two corporations under the original
name, “The First Congregational Church of Cincinnati.”
Trustees were chosen equally from each of the societies, and
�17
Rev. C. W. Wendte was called as pastor, preaching his first
sermon before the re united flock in the Church of the Re
deemer on the 9th of January, 1876, following. By a happy
coincidence, Rev. M. D. Conway, being in Cincinnati on a
visit, had occupied the pulpit for one Sunday by invitation of
the Church of the Redeemer, and expressed his felicitations at
the re-union. The formal installation of Mr. Wendte took
place on the 19th of January, 1876. Rev. Robert Collyer, of
Chicago, preached the sermon, Rew J. H. Heywood, of Louis
ville, Ky., offered the prayer, Rev. Chas. Ames, of Bos
ton, gave the Right Hand of Fellowship, and Rev. Thomas
Vickers the Address to the People. For two years or more
the society continued to worship in the Mound street temple,
but this edifice having been disposed of, the church on the
corner of Plum and Eighth streets was refitted and refurnished,
and on Easter Sunday, April 13th, 1879, was re-dedicated
with appropriate services in the presence of a crowded con
gregation.
The re-united society has already reaped the goodly fruits
of its forbearance and catholicity. During the past year,
1879, two-thirds of its indebtedness has been paid off, and
extensive repairs made in its church edifice, a new organ
purchased, and liberal contributions made toward good causes.
Notwithstanding considerable difference of opinion on points
of theology, there is a remarkable unity of religious spirit in
the membership. It is not claiming too much to say that the
latter day of the First Congregational Church of Cincinnati
is worthy of that brave beginning and notable history of
which we have given this fragmentary account, and of which
the communications and letters that follow in this volume are
the commentary and elucidation. May we be worthy of our
trust, and another half century find this church still a power
unto salvation to its members and the larger community.
3
�Congregational Unitarian Ctynrcl),
cusroinsrisr^LTT.
CHAS. W. WENDTE, Minister.
1 S'T'S-SO.
Regular Sunday Morning Services
I
Special Sunday Evening Services
at ii o’clock.
|
at
o’clock.
Sunday School at 9^ o’clock a. m.
TRUSTEES.
Fayette Smith,
Theodore Stanwood,
M. E. Ingalls,
Zeph. Brown.
Michael Tempest,
John D. Caldwell,
4-CRG+UnirWLllB-F
A society for self-culture, social entertainment and helpfulness, holds its meet
ings at the church parlors, North-east corner Plum aud Eighth
streets, on alternate Wednesday evenings, at 8 o’clock.
*
OFFICERS AND COMMITTEES FOR 1879-80.
Edward Goepper, President,
W. H. Taft, 1st Vice-President,
J. B. Stanwood, 2d Vice-President,
Stephen Wilder, Secretary,
W. H. Williamson, Treasurer,
Miss Annie Sampson,
\
j
f
Executive
/committee.
\
/
^CBe+LADieS’+AID+ASSOPIACIOD^
Mrs. Henry C. Whitman,
.
•
.
.
Mrs. Mary Russell,
.....
Miss Lizzie Allen,
.....
President.
Vice-President.
Secretary and Treasurer.
Meets every Wednesday afternoon, at 3 o’clock, in’ the vestry of the church.
All ladies attending services at this church are invited to join this society.
*CR6+mmiODARY*$O(UeCY*
Manning F.. Force,
.....
Alphonso Taft and George Thornton,
.
Miss Sallif. Ellis, ......
President.
Vice-Presidents.
Secretary and Treasurer.
�(jommunitfÄTions
FROM FORMER
Pastors and Early Members of the Society
��FROM REV. WM. H. CHANNING.
Accept my hearty thanks for your welcome to the SemiCentennial Festival of the “First Congregational (Unitarian)
Church of Cincinnati.” It would be a high gratification to
be one of. your guests on so encouraging an occasion. For,
although it has never been my happiness to re-visit the
“Queen City” since the resignation of my ministry in 1841,
yet all associations with Cincinnati are brightly beautiful, and
their freshness will never fade. But, as it will be out of my
power to be present in person, let me avail myself of your
invitation—as one of the Early Ministers of your Society—to
speak a few words of Good Cheer through the medium of
this note.
And in beginning my pastoral leisure, the memory can
not but move me, that nearly forty years have swept by since
the publication of a “Farewell Letter” to your congregation
explaining the motive for withdrawing my ministry, and ex
pressing deep regret that a sense of honour had compelled
me to loose so dear a tie. That printed “Letter” now lies
open before me, and it would please me to learn that copies
of it are still kept among your elder members and in the
archives of your Society. For that “Confession of Faith”
was written in heart’s blood—to use the common symbol of
emotion—and the purest life of my spirit was infused through
its pages; so truly, indeed, did it express convictions, which
have been growing ever more vivid, that it i^my hope, ere
closing, to re affirm them in a slightly altered form.
But how few of the Elders to whom that “Farewell” was
addressed, survive among you. Other generations have entered
into their labors, to garner rich harvests from fields which their
toils reclaimed, and to pluck ripe clusters from vineyards which
their hands planted. Your people and you are co-heirs in a
�22
domain bequeathed by a noble band of pioneers. And to
some representatives among these prime missionaries of Lib
eral Christianity, it would gladden me, if time allowed, to pay
a transient tribute.
First, however, let me bear a brief testimony of personal
regard to the two friends whose advice brought me to Cincin
nati—one a predecessor, the other my immediate successor in
the ministry - of your congregation—Ephraim Peabody and
*
James H. Perkins. Both were highly endowed, most earnest
and widely useful men, and their images yet remain undimmed
in the records of your Society. Ephraim Peabody was, at
that time, a poet in character and conduct, even more than in
his fervid eloquence and literary compositions. He fold thrown
his ardent sympathies into the heroic life of ’ the vigorous
West, and his imagination was all aglow with visions of the
giant young commonwealths, which, with hands interlinked,
and shoulder to shoulder, were bearing triumphantly onward
Christian civilization beyond the broad prairies and across the
Rocky Mountains to the shores of the Pacific. Most justly
did it appear to him t’hat the generous form of religion called
“Liberal Christian” was the very inspiration fitted to purify,
enlarge and elevate this conquering host of Pilgrims of Hope.
And most lucidly did he expound the Affirmative Doctrine
and Practical Principles of this large type of Christian Faith
and Life, till he not only won the loving reverence of his own
people, but also of the Orthodox Communions, who honoured
his cheerful humanity and lofty trust, while rejecting what
they deemed his heresies. He confided to me, afterwards,
that, according to his own estimate, his tone of thought at
this era was too ideal, and his style of address too strictly intel
lectual. But this self-criticism sprang from his own modes.ty.
For, though aeach year of spiritual struggle, doubtless, served
to refine his religious character, yet from the first shone forth
the devout enthusiasm, luminous wisdom and hallowed serenity
which overspead with softened lustre his sunset years.
Of my cousin, James Perkins, who from childhood was
like a twin brother, as we were of the same age and bred in
close intimacy, it would be delightful to write at length, but
�2$
your ciders, and, let me hope, some of your younger mem
bers, have probably read the Memoir which it was my privi
lege to prepare after his lamented departure; and to that let
me refer as the truest portrait in my power to paint of his
genius and virtues. Like Ephraim Peabody, James Ferkins’
soul was kindled with anticipations of the magnificent future
opening before the people of the West, and being, like Pea
body, also a fervent Liberal Christian, he was pre-eminently
qualified to spread a quickening influence through the city and
State of his adoption. Already distinguished as a sagacious
and well-read lawyer, an effective speaker and a brilliant his
torical and critical essayist, many friends were expecting a
high career for him as a statesman. But, though ambitious
to bear a patriot’s part in enlightening the minds and mould
ing the wills of the young around him, his fine-toned con
science and scrupulous sense of personal dignity repelled him
from the sphere of partisan politics. And at the time of my
arrival in Cincinnati he had made arrangements to settle him
self on the soil as a nursery gardener in the neighborhood of
the city. It is one of my happiest Western remembrances,
that very much through my urgent encouragement, my cousin
was diverted from pursuits, which, however honourable, would
have too much have absorbed his rare intellectual and moral
powers, and was impelled to consecrate them to the ministry
among the poor, for which he became so tenderly loved and
trusted. It was his admirable usefulness in these disinterested
services that led your congregation so unanimously to elect
him as my successor. And then it was that he first became
conscious of his wonderful gift as a pulpit orator. As a lec
turer before literary societies and in platform addresses, indeed,
he had often held large audiences spell-bound by the charm
of his clear, terse, energetic and commanding speech. But
it was only when under the sway of religious emotion, he
sought to reveal to tried and tempted, struggling, yet aspiring,
fellow beings, the Spiritual Laws of which he had caught a
glimpse, that he disclosed that penetrating reason, soaring
imagination, wide-embracing mercy and awe-struck reverence
which lay hid, even from the eye of friends, beneath his
�24
stoical reserve. They, whoever listened to one of these effu
sions, will bear witness with me that there were seasons when
the poet in James Perkins wore the prophet’s robe.
From these slight notices of two esteemed associates, my
impulse is to make mention, next, of the crowd of affection
ately remembered friends, whose images throng round me as
the happy years of ministerial intercourse are recalled. But
discriminating sketches of the chief of these even would carry
me too far, while to omit any would be ungrateful. No
doubt, Brother Wendte, you and our fellow-ministers as
sembled at your festival, would echo my words in regard to
your own Societies, when I say that my old congregation in
the “Unitarian Church of Cincinnati,” appear, on looking
back, like a company of the “Elect,” so unaffectedly devout
were they, so free-thoughted to receive the newest truth, so
closely knit together iri kindly fellowship, and so ready for
good works.
Turning then, though reluctlantly, from the persons and
families who re-appear in that Palingenesia of memory, which
is the pledge of immortal Re union, let me note a few of the
specially bright remembrances of our Congregational Life.
And first rises the recollection of our well ordered Sunday
School. How radiantly from the past shine forth the expect
ant faces of the Bible Class which each Sunday morning con
versed with me and one another on the lesson for the day;
and of the eagerly attentive congregation of little ones who
listened so responsively to my familiar talks. Those refresh
ing half hours of communion with the young come back to
me like a breath of Spring over an orchard in bloom. Your
seed plot of blossoming Trees of Life thrives richly, let us
trust.
Next seem tore-gather our weekly Conferences for study
ing the solution of Theological problems, discussing the prin
ciples of Christian Ethics, and planning methods for applying
these to the needs of the community. Your Committees, it
gratifies me to observe, are admirably organized and doubtless
they are efficient workers. But, believe me, the essays, de
bates and consultations of your predecessors, in our time,
�would not have been unworthy of the notice of this genera
tion, accomplished as it is, for the depth of philosophic thought,
fervent religious feeling, frank sincerity of criticism, openmindedness to the last result of scientific inquiry, earnestness
in reform, and undaunted hopefulness which characterized
them. In a word, our Conference was a company of fellow
seekers after truth and righteousness, wherein every honest
conviction was hospitably welcomed, and whence intolerance
alone was expelled as intolerable.
My next cheerful memory is that the brotherly kindness
kept alive by. our conference and social meetings prompted
a successful effort to clear off an accumulated load of debt
which had long burdened the energies of the Congregation.
The sacrifices, gladly borne, and the genuine sympathies thus
awakened, not only revived the religious life of the society
within, but attracted members from other communions and
newly-come strangers to join us, until, with well filled pews,
we felt that exhilarating consciousness of vigorous growth
which is- the sure sign of spiritual health in a society.
Indeed, we were bound together in perfect harmony, ex
cept in regard to the two practical reforms of Temperance and
Anti-Slavery. As to the first of these, a passing reference
alone is needed. For, although not a few in those days re
garded my principle of Total Abstinence as ascetic to the
verge of fanaticism, yet no attempt was made to check my
most earnest advocacy of the Temperance Cause. But in re
gard to Anti-Slavery, any one who will recall the temper of
Public Opinion as to the constitutional relations between the
Free States and the Slave States all along the Ohio Valley at
that critical period, will readily comprehend how difficult Was
the position of a minister in Cincinnati who uncompromisingly
avowed himself an Abolitionist. It gave proof of the remark
able liberality of the “First Congregational Church,” and of
the genuine friendship between them and their preacher, that
no remonstrance was made against the emphatic declaration
from the pulpit, that the law of Christian Brotherhood com
manded “Immediate PLmancipation. ” But when their pastor
proceeded to read announcements of Anti-Slavery Meetings—
4
�26
when, claiming his right as a pew-holder, he voted in a small
minority that the use of the church should be granted for Anti
Slavery lectures —when, in company with Rev. Wm. H. Bris
bane, from South Carolina, and Rev. Mr. Blanchard, of the Or
thodox Congregationalists, he addressed crowded assemblies,
and finally, when, with the far-famed Editor of the “Philanthro
pist,” Dr. Bailey, he took a stand-on the platform beside
Salmon P. Chase, when that great-hearted Statesman devoted
his whole political influence to the cause of Liberty for all
men—the indignation of not a few waxed warm. And the
crisis came when, amidst the impassioned excitements of the
Presidential Election, when nearly all of my best friends voted
for General Harrison, my ballot was cast for James G. Bir
ney. Then, for a few days, it did look probable that, for the
sake of peace, it might be wise to resign my post. But before
the week was out it was candidly recognized that my course
as a Citizen had been guided by the conscience of a Christian
Freeman, and my hold on the confidence of the society grew
firmer than ever. My chief reason, indeed, for re-awakeriing
these long buried trials is, first, to encourage your young
people to follow the Flag of Duty at all risks, and next, to
place distinctly on record this Fact in the history of the ‘ ‘First
Congregational Unitarian Church of Cincinnati,” that a score
of years before the era of our Nation’s redemption from the
crime and curse of Slavery, its pulpit stood before Ohio as
the representative of impartial Equity, Mercy and Brotherly
Kindness, and as the advocate of Universal P'reedom within
the United States.
And now it may well be asked, “How could you bear to
break a fraternal bond which such trials had only served to
seal?” My answer will be found in the “Farewell Letter”
already referred to. From its’pages it may be learned, how,
under the lead of Transcendental Philosophy then prevalent
in New England, and the ultra-rationalistic criticism imported
from Germany nearly forty years ago, I had become what is
now called a “Theist,” and how, having assumed aground
widely different from that held by the Unitarian denomination
which had ordained me, and from that avowed by myself,
�when the “First Congregational Unitarian Church” had en
trusted their pulpit to my charge, I felt it to be right to resign
my ministry, and with “a sad heart, though a clear con
science,” to bid my Cincinnati friends “Farewell.” But, from
the “Confession of Faith” contained in that “Letter,” it will
also appear how prolonged studies, conference with wise
scholars, calm thought and devout aspiration had brought me
up into a purer, spiritual atmosphere, and into a bright Faith
in Jesus as the Son of Man, transfigured into the Son of
God, which was like the dawn of a new day. Half a life
time has rolled by since that turning point in my ascending
path. And now, at the age of three score and ten, thanks to
“The Father of Lights,” I re-affirm the main doctrine of that
“Credo” with all my heart, and mind, and soul, and strength.
So nearly, indeed, does that Declaration embody my present
convictions in regard to the Character and Life of the Beloved
Son, his Central Relation to the Heavenly Father and to Hu
manity, and his Providential Function in evolving the destiny
of our Race, that I should rejoice to reprint it, with a few
modifications, and place it in the hands of every member of
your society. The chief difference between the views declared
in that “Letter, and to which exhaustive study of Comparative
Religion, Philosophy and History have enabled me to attain,
is that now from serener heights, with vision commanding a
wider horizon, and as in noon-day splendour, I behold
realities which in my early progress were discerned from
afar, half-veiled in morning clouds beneath the flush of sunrise.
[Note by the Editor of the Memorial Volume.—Mr. Channing con
cludes his admirable letter with a philosophic and brilliant exposition of Spir
itual Christianity as the one, universal, world-redeeming religion of humanity.
It is impossible, from want of space, to include in this pamphlet the balance of
his communication, which, however, appeared in the Christian Register for
February 21st, 1880. We have room only for its closing sentences.]
* * *
And now, Brethern and Sisters, Co-citizens
of our Freed and United Republic, could you but behold the
unequaled privileges and possibilities of our people as they
appear to an exile, who follows with longing eyes the descending
sun as he sinks to shed noon-tide on the lands of the west,
�28
you would rejoice and take courage. Receive, then, my Ben
ediction across the seas. Be worthy of your heritage of hope.
There is coming, swiftly coming, to repeat my refrain, a New
Era of Christendom, the celestial signs of which will be the
Revival of Real Christian Life. Henceforth, the United
Christian Church Universal can be content with nothing less
than Living Communion with the Father, through the Son,
in the Spirit of Holy, Heavenly Human Love. Consecrate
your whole being to receive this influx of the Real God with
us. Give your best energies heartily up to the currents of
Charity pulsating through our communities. But clearly
comprehend that this blessed Beneficence, beautiful as it is,
serves but as a John the Baptist to proclaim the advent of the
Real Christ. Does there not flow through you, like a cleansing
fire, the consciousness that the Son of Man, in His Perfect
Manhood, made glorious as Son of God by the Father’s In
dwelling Presence was the Adam of a New-born Race? That
one Transfigured Man was the ideal prophecy and pledge of
a Transfigured Humanity! Brethern, Sisters! Co-sovereign
children of God! Our Nation of United Freemen may be, if
only wise enough to will it, the elect People to realize that
Divine Ideal, and so fulfill the “desire of all Nations" by or
ganizing in every township of our Christian Commonwealth
perfect Societies as Heavens on Earth.
With Christmas and New Year’s Greeting,
Yours, in Good Hope,
William Henry Channing.
Harrogate, England, December ioth, 1879.
�29
FROM REV. CYRUS A. BARTOL, D.D.
I am so over-pressed with cares, I can but send to your
church God-speed for the future, with congratulations for the
past.
I had a happy six months’ work in the dear old temple
on the corner, hard by where Lyman Beecher preached, and
where he was tried for heresy by the Presbytery.
My heart has lost none of its warmth for the friends of
nearly forty-four years ago, but runs deep and steady as the
Ohio River, and never to be frozen as that was, so that I crossed
into Covington, Kentucky, on the ice. But I bear in mind,
too, the flowers I picked with beloved companions—one of
whom at least, ever precious to my heart, still lives—on the
the 1st day of January, 1836.
There is something in a memory—there is a hope in it.
A great and good one may there be in your commemoration,
prays,
Your cordial friend,
C. A. Bartol.
Boston, January ist, 1880.
FROM REV. SAMUEL OSGOOD, D.D.
Your Committee on Invitations have kindly remembered
me in your arrangements for your Church Semi-Centennial,
and it would be to me a most interesting festival could I be
present. Great would be the satisfaction of meeting the few
members of the congregation whom I remember and who
remember me/ Equally great would be the surprise at noting
the new faces in the assembly, and the marvellous growth of
your noble city, and all its good institutions, and beautiful arts.
I have a very humble claim to a place on your list of
preachers, for I occupied your pulpit from May 1st, 1836, till
the end of November, and again from February 5th, 1837, to
the middle of March. I did what I could in the pulpit, the
�Sunday School, and in parish work, but I was conscious of
being too green in experience and too crude in culture to meet
the demands of so important a post. There was great kind
ness on the part of many of the people, whilst I was aware
that the need of a popular preacher who could build them up
at once by mingled wisdom and eloquence, was not met by
the raw youth who went West from the Cambridge Divinity
School.
I am sorry to find so few names that are familiar to me
on your list of representative parishioners. E. P. Cranch,
Rowland Ellis, Ryland, Hartwell and Fayette Smith are all
that I am sure of recalling, but there may be others. * *
Mrs. Charles Stetson, to whom, with her husband, I owed so
much for their great kindness, I saw a few days ago in the
repose of death in All Souls’ Church—the same delicacy and
peace in her features as in her hospitable home forty-four
years ago. So the years pass.
God’s blessing be with your church and with you all.
Your friend,
Sam’l Osgood.
New York, January 19th, 1880.
FROM REV. A. A. LIVERMORE.
I thank the committee of the First Congregational Church
of Cincinnati for its kind invitation to attend the Semi-Cen
tennial Re-union of the church on the 21st inst. My duties
here, however, will necessarily prevent me from enjoying that
very great pleasure. But I am glad to send my word of
greeting, and to respond, with all my heart, to your invitation.
It will be thirty years—one whole generation, as time is
reckoned—on the 15th of next May, when my dear wife and
I, having descended the Ohio from Pittsburg, in the Keystone
State, Capt. Stone, landed in Cincinnati and were welcomed
by brother Kebler and wife to their ever hospitable home.
�3i
We were both wholly strangers to the West, as it was then
called. I had b6en settled in a quiet £Jew England town,
Keene, New Hampshire, for thirteen years arid a half. But
chronic bronchitis required a change of climate, and a spon
taneous call from your society brought us to the Queen
City. It was a great change for us, greater than we knew
then. Eloquent and devoted pastors had preceded me, among
whom were the apostolic Peabody, the enthusiastic Channing,
and the philanthropic Perkins. The fermentation of many
new opinions was going on here, both in politics and religion
Different national elements entered into the composition of
society. It was the eventful era of the Anti-Slavery discus
sion, of the rise of Spiritualism, of radical and free religious
opinions, and. of the first mutterings of the thunder cloud
which soon broke forth in civil war.
Th'e old church, at the corner of Race and Fourth, now
occupied by a splendid dry goods store, was a dear place to
our hearts. Home is home, however homely, and that was
our religious home. It was ancient and dingy, but it was
clothed over, within and without, with hallowed associations.
There noble men had lifted up their voices—Emerson, Walk
er, Bellows, Dewey, Parker, Gannett, Hosmer, Mann, and
others of the great liberal household. Th'e only sketch of
■the building, I believe, in existence, is one made by Mrs.
Ephraim Peabody, and now in her possession. I wish I had
it to send you.
The first summer was a cholera season, less fatal than 1849,
but sweeping off thousands. I attended five furierals of those
who died of this disease—Mr. Pollard, Mr. Bates and child,
Mrs. Dr. Price, and Mrs. Lemaire. But we and our people
staid in the city all through the hot weather, and had three
services every Sunday—Sunday school at nine o’clock and
preaching in the forenoon and evening. Unitarians were stal
wart in those days, and minded not wind or weather. And I
am glad to see that of the Committee of Invitation, on your
card sent me, twelve are active still, who belonged to the
society in my day. Happy men, who, after dwelling in tent
and tabernacle, and the wanderings in the wilderness, have
�32
lived to enter the promised land, and even-to behold this fair
temple on Mount Zion.
We did what we could in those days of transition and crisis.
We kept the fire lighted on the altar. We drew as near
Christ and His Father—and our Father—as we could, feeling
that for a working principle and every day religion, lofty prin
ciples and ideals, plus these mighty personalities, were better
for us than the grandest truths, if they were merely abstract
and unsymbolized. In 1852 we organized here the Western
Conference, which has flourished since and become a power
in the land. We reached out a helping hand to Antioch Col
lege and over to Meadville Theological School, when those
institutions were getting under way. We did something in
the book business and circulated several hundred volumes of
Channing’s works and memoirs, and other liberal books in this
community and through the West. More or less of us
worked for the anti-slavery cause, and united in those charm
ing re-unions at the annual spring time in the hospitable
Ernst mansion at Spring Garden, where we met such historic
characters as Garrison, Mrs. Stowe, May, Phillips, Adin
Ballou, and others. The Ladies’ Art Association, the Relief
Union for charity, and the Kossuth frenzy came in for a
share of attention and work. Hearts that are dust now,
spirits that burn pure in heaven now, kindled then with sacred
fire for the cause of God and man. If the fuel of the fire
was not always free from earthliness and grossness, the fire
itself flamed pure to heaven, transforming all to its own
celestial essence.
So we worked, and so dreamed, as the years rolled by. It
was a sweet and happy society, that old Cincinnati brother
hood and sisterhood. There was the old Book Club Sociable.
There was the great hospitable Stetson mansion , and other
hospitable mansions. There were lectures from Parker and
Emerson and Mann. There was Madame D’Arusmont, whose,
funeral I afterward attended, insisting on woman’s rights and
wrongs. There were many eccentrics in Western society at
that time, and the race is not yet wholly extinct, but they
added interest and piquancy to what otherwise might have
proved tame and prosaic.
�33
But at last the work grew heavy. Illness of a sad type
invaded the household. There must be another change, and
on July 6, 1856, I performed the last service as the pastor of
your church, after a ministry here of six years and two
months, and removed to Yellow Springs, O., and the same
fall to New York to take charge of the Christian Inquirer, and
the parish at Yonkers for seven years, and thence removed to
Meadville, in 1863, where my duties are still in the Theolog
ical School.
It was a rupture of many tender and endeared ties to break
away from Cincinnati; but short ministries have been the
customary rule there. I received always from your church
and society the most kindly consideration and generous treat
ment, and not a word or act, so far as I know, ever broke the
charm of a perfect friendship. And whenever, from time to
time, I have visited Cincinnati, I have always met friends
and only friends, and have been made glad with the old love
and the ancient friendly greeting. I wish I could say this
face to face, but as that cannot be done, the next best thing
is to write it.
And now that a great blow has fallen upon me that stuns
me to the earth, I find a sweet, sad pleasure in recalling those
past days, when we, who are now parted, labored together
here and had such blessed communion in duties, anxieties and
trials as must fall to the lot of all who are engaged in the
ministry of Christ.
And now, to bring these desultory reminiscences to a close,
may your re-union be a happy and encouraging one ; gain
say it who will, the work which this church has done in your
city and in the larger community of the State and the Ohio
Valley has not been in vain. It has sowed many a good seed
and reaped many a golden harvest. Noble men and sainted
women have been in your household of faith. The record is
on high and it is one we need not be ashamed of. In how
many things we might have done better is not the thought
for this evening of commemoration, but it- is fervent gratitude
to God that His grace has enabled us to do as we have and as
much as -we have. So we will thank God and take courage.
5
�May your history for the next fifty years round out the
century with still better service to God and man and still
nobler achievements than any you have yet seen or realized.
Your position is a glorious one—to act on the heart and cen
ter of a great and growing nation. Let the heart and soul of
every young man and every young woman of this church, or
at this re-union, catch the fire of a holy resolution to unite to
do something worthy and substantial to help on the Christian
culture and civilization of the great coming nation that is here
to exceed all the other nations of the earth. But to give
solidity and incisiveness to this resolution they need to re
member that only on these eternal paths of righteousness can our
beloved America hold her way in safety, and not go down, as
so many kingdoms and empires before her have done, in irre
trievable ruin. * * * All earthly interests, all worldly
ambitions are but as the small dust of the balance compared
with the eternal truths and the heavenly aims of which your
church stands as the representative, and which will still rise
and shine bright as ever when a thousand ages are past.
Peace and love be with you all!
Ever, most affectionately,
Your old pastor and constant friend and brother,
A. A. Livermore.
Meadville, January 17, 1880.
FROM REV. MONCURE D. CONWAY.
Hearty thanks for your good kind letter and your remen?brance of me in connection with the Semi-Centennial of the
First Congregational Church of Cincinnati. But it astonishes
me! I never had a notion that the church was such a young
thing. I thought it belonged to the pre-historic bronze age
of Cincinnati, or at least sprang up along with the first
catawba vine planted by Nicholas Longworth. I knew it was
very much evolved when I went to it, and, some may add,
�35
considerably involved when I left it. At any rate, I am sure
its present prosperity is an example of the survival of the
fittest. When I come to think of it, there is a good long
stretch of years since the first Sunday I entered the pulpit at
the corner of Fourth and Race streets. I have on my wall
now a photograph of that pulpit with an evergreen arch in
front of it and large lilies each side. Dear Mr. Hoffner sent
them. If my memory does not deceive me, it was on the
occasion of the minister’s marriage, a ceremony in which I
participated. How well I remember the old days!
Now and then, when I meet the eminent London composer
and conductor, Danreuther, I wonder if he recalls my end of
the old church as vividly as I do his thin, small form at the
other end, struggling with the organ keys, which he mastered,
and the pedals which almost mastered him. There were some
happy years at the old corner. No misunderstandings, or
differences which followed them, and no changes since have
ever made me forget any of the brave, earnest, and able men
and women who used to gather with me there, most of whom
I am glad to hear of standing by you now. Goethe says:
“All things would be done so nice,
Could we only do them twice,”
and I sometimes think that if I had my life and ministry at
Cincinnati to live over again, with as many gray hairs as I
have now, I should be able to make it a pleasanter page in
the history of the First Congregational Church. * * * *
I have seen by the papers that your minister has been sug
gesting to the chimneys how they may burn their own smoke,
and trust that the Orthodox steeples will learn the same les
son. The smoke of their torment ought not to ascend up for
ever and ever. I hope that beautiful Cincinnati will become
clean of both coal and dogmatic soot, and as fair as the Queen
of the West should be. My heart will be with you at the
banquet of your year of jubilee, and I shall think of it as a
golden wedding, the fiftieth anniversary of a union of faithful
hearts, based on a profounder union of reason and religion in
earnest minds. May you still be present when the diamond
�5
*
3
wedding arrives to lay on the society’s brow the crown of a
higher success, shining with brilliants yet to be won from the
mines of truth and freedom 1 And, if I may be allowed to
change the similitude, may our children and our children’s
children remember this Semi-Centennial festival as but a vig
orous leaf on a flourishing stem when they gather around the
century blossom whose glory will surely crown our cause.
Across sea and land I pledge the old First Congregational
with the bumper of a full heart.
Ever yours faithfully,
Moncure D. Conway.
London, Christmas-time., 1879.
FROM REV. C. G. AMES.
* * * I was prevented by a sudden call out of the city
and to the sick chamber of one very dear to me from answer
ing your kind note of invitation. The impulse was strong to
send you a telegram merely to say, “The communion of the
Holy Ghost be with you all,” but I had a little fear that by
the time it got to your meeting it would sound canting. But
it is just what I want to say to the dear folks and to you, my
friend and fellow servant.
Charles G. Ames.
Philadelphia, Penn., January 24, 1880.
FROM REV. A. D. MAYO.
My Dear Friends:
When I read your kind invitation to be present at the
anniversary of the First Congregational Church, I was sorry
that in spite of telegraphs and telephones a thousand miles
�37
are not yet as one mile, that I might be with you. It is true
I was never settled over your church, but was pastor of our
dear buried Church of the Redeemer. But in the Christian
faith, in which I rejoice, there is no death or burial, but what
seems to be the going out of one good thing is only the birth
of another. Whatever of the true church of love to God
and man was formed in those eventful years in the breasts of
the men and women and children who used to assemble in
that plain tabernacle at the corner of Sixth and Mound
streets, still abides, and has passed over into the new congre
gation, which gathers about the new minister and approves
itself by its work.
#
<<
^4
^4
^4
jj;
My best wishes are with you, however. I have not forgot
ten one of my old parishioners and I wish I could become
acquainted with all your parish I have not seen.
I have never wavered from my conviction, always expressed
while in Cincinnati, that your city is one of the few strategic
points for Christian work in America. In no American city
are the elements of our nationality so evenly mated and so in
want of a final moulding into a true American type. No
where does the community suffer so much from the violence,
on the one hand, of an intolerant conservatism, and on the
other, from an implacable antipathy to all forms of organized
Christianity. So far the Protestant church in Cincinnati
seems to have failed to reconcile these warring elements and
lead this new metropolis as it should be led in the highway
of public purity and private and social morality. The present
condition of your city is the reproach of the Protestant church
that for a hundred years has stood at the sources of its spirit
ual and moral life. Whether from a theology too scholastic and
impractical, or a want of spiritual tact to seize upon decisive
moments in the life of the city, or from want of courage to
face the insolent Romanism and blatant Atheism that have
filled your streets with a strange clamor of discordant voices,
or from all these combined, the Protestant church of Cincinnati
has not yet come up to the full measure of her responsibility.
I believe nothing but a truly Liberal Christianity can save
�óur American cities, East and West, from a more dangerous
than Roman or Asiatic corruption. Much as I rejoice over
your growth in wealth, in social refinement, in music and art,
*
and highly as I esteem your admirable system of free educa
tion, I have no faith that any or all of these can make of Cin
cinnati the city any truly wise and virtuous citizen desires her
to become. Religion always was and always wilt be the root
of every great and beneficent community, as of every great
and beneficent life. And the religion that seems to me given
by God especially for the healing of a distracted nation is that
absolute, universal faith in a God of infinite love ; a humanity
cradled, trained and disciplined in God’s love. This religion
I find set forth best in the words and person of Jesus of NazHFCtll
I hope there are plenty of men and women in your congre
gation who believe this and that you are working in that faith.
That your counsels may prevail, and your broad and beautiful
hope for man may be realized, in the life of the present church,,
is the fervent prayer of,
Your friend,
A. D. Mayo.
Springfield, Mas&, January 18th, 1880.
FROM REV. CHARLEIS NOYES.
We rejoice with you that the Semi-Centennial comes to find
Unitarian Christians of Cincinnati of one mind and one heart,
one spirit and one purpose, and that the favorable auspices for
their future are the result of their mutual toils and sacrifices.
You are to be congratulated that the debt which was so heavy
an incubus has been so nearly paid, and that young and old,
forgetting the things that are behind, are looking forward with
so much confidence and courage to the things that are before.
May pure religion and undefiled lead you from victory to vic
tory ! Let us hope you may solve the question, so difficult of
i
�39
practical solution, how to bring the many elements of liberal
.strength that are now with you, but in a certain indefinite and
hazy sympathy, to join their forces with yours in an aggressive
warfare against sin, and keeping each to absolute individual
liberty, work together, each with each, and all together with
'God. Could this result be reached, no building in your goodly
city could hold the thousands who are to-day theoretically with
you, but, for various reasons, have not put their hands with
you to the plough of reform.
Shall it continue ever to be true that Unitarian laborers are
few, or that they stand all the day idle ? The divine voice
should be heard all along the line. Skirmishing enough has been
done; the nature of the ground and the position of the enemy
is known. The battle should begin in faith in our principles
strong to move mountains, and victories manifest in works
■ought to be the result
Remember me to all the friends gathered together on the
21 st for council and rejoicing. One body may they ever be,
■“joined together and compacted by that which every joint
supplieth.”
Truly your friend,
Charles NoyesClinton Mass., January i6th, 1880.
FROM HON. WILLIAM GREENE.
The valued favor of your committee is duly received. I beg
to thank you and all my old friends of the First Congregational
Church that I am so kindly remembered. I would most gladly
accept your invitation to join you in your proposed Semi-Cen
tennial celebration did my advanced years admit of it. All
that I can say is that my heart is as warmly interested in your
church as ever, that I rejoice in the present prosperous con
dition of an organization of which I still consider myself a
�40
member, and that you have my cordial best wishes for its con
tinued success and usefulness. Appended you will find a
short statement, as desired by you, of the first steps taken
toward the formation of a Liberal church in Cincinnati.
Very truly yours,
W. Greene.
East Greenwich, R. I., January 15th, 1880.
FROM JOHN ROGERS, ESQ.
I thank you for your kind invitation to be present at the
celebration of the half-century anniversary of the First Con
gregational Church in Cincinnati, on the 21 st inst., which I
would gladly accept, and be present, did circumstances favor.
Be assured, I still feel much interest in the little church under
whose “droppings” I was said to live, (my house being next
door) and where I listened to Whitman, and Clarke, and Hall,
and Peabody, so many years ago.
But half a century!—what changes does it make? How
few, probably, are left of those I remember among the wor
shipers of 1830 to 1835. I should be a stranger there and feel
the awkwardness of one, should I come to your meeting. In
spirit, however, I will be there, and assuring you of my sym
pathy, and rejoicing in the prosperity of the old church,
I am very truly yours,
John Rogers.
Boston, January 17, 1880.
�4i
FROM MRS. ANNE RYLAND.
I received your note of invitation, a few days ago, to the
Semi-Centennial celebration of the church, and should have
answered it sooner had I not hoped that my health would
have permitted me to join your circle in that happy hour, but
as that cannot be, allow me to send you my most sincere
sympathy and congratulations on this occasion, with wishes
that the church and all its members may continue to increase
in prosperity and well-doing.
Being the oldest participant, in this city, in its first organ
ization, and a regular attendant till ill health and weakness
prevented, I have watched its growth with the greatest inter
est and love as each year has rolled round, and can hardly
realize that fifty of them have passed. As I cannot be with
you in bodily presence, rest assured that my heart is there, as
warm towards you, as sincere as ever. That your meeting
may be one of joy and happiness to all is the earnest prayer of,
Yours truly,
Anne Ryland.
Cincinnati, January 21, 1880.
FROM EDW. P. CRANCH, ESQ.
I am prevented by indisposition from attending the jubilee
at the church this evening. I wanted to come, for I was a
nursling of the church myself, and was married in it. Pea
body, Channing, Perkins, Silsbee, Osgood, Bulfinch, Eliot
and I were young men together, friends and companions, and
I owe it to them and the charm of their society, that as a
youth I was kept away from many things. But as for me, I
do but count one out of thousands who have to thank God
for the splendid influence of such men and many others like
them. My grandfather, my father and myself have been, in
our time, which covers about a century and a half, avowed
6
�42
and active Unitarians; and, looking back simply to my own
humble experience, I can form a pretty correct judgment of
what must have been the experience of thousands of Amer
ican youth who have been, during that long period, and are
still, cast loose in the whirling current of life, and who have
found in the companionship of some Unitarian pastor, per
haps as young and untried as themselves (some spiritual
friend, perhaps, like James H. Perkins or Ephraim Peabody),
that which removed their deepest doubts and kept alive in
them a spark of honest religious conviction. I do not hes
itate to say, from what I know, that the influence of the
Unitarian clergy upon the minds of young men of education
has been an important factor in the progress of civilization
during the last hundred years.
When our little congregation first came together it was
predicted by our orthodox friends that it would not hold
together for ten years, but our fiftieth anniversary finds it
flourishing, and healthy and influential, and it has become a
necessity to our city. As an old member, I delight to add
my heartfelt congratulations, and to express my belief that
there is in its present organization the germ of still greater
things.
Very sincerely yours,
Edw. P. Cranch.
Cincinnati, January 21, 1880.
�(JOHGRÄTULÄTORY LETTERS.
��FROM REV. JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE, D.D.
I heartily wish I could be with you at your celebration of
the fiftieth anniversary of the foundation of your society. I
did not know that when I first saw it in 1833, it was only an
infant three years old. It seemed already hardened into the
sinew of manhood. The society to which I went at Louisville
was founded in the same year, but was not so strong. The
Cincinnati church, at that time, had Ephraim Peabody for its
minister, who was surrounded by a noble body of men and
women—among whom how well I remember Mr. and Mrs.
Chas. Stetson, Mr. and Mrs. William Greene, Timothy Walk
er, the Pomeroys, James H. Perkins, and a multitude of other
bright men and women, of whom the greater part have fallen
asleep. What brilliant meetings were held at the houses of
Mr. Foote, Mr. Stetson and Mr. Greene, which stood side by
side on a lofty terrace overlooking the city, the river, and the
hills of Kentucky! There met the famous “Semi-Colon,”
where so many witty men and bright women made a focus of
literature in the midst of the business life of the young city !
There are some still left among you who can remember and
describe those meetings. There, too, originated our famous
monthly, “The Western Messenger,” edited by Peabody, Per
kins, Cranch, Gallagher and others—until our dear brother
Peabody was obliged to go away from impaired health. The
spirit of the Unitarian Society in those days was full of life.
How glad I was, once or twice a year, to come to Cincinnati
and have the satisfaction of meeting all these generous and
noble souls. And, though years and distance have separated
us, I have never forgotten your society nor lost my interest in
its welfare. I have sorrowed with it in its trial's and rejoiced
in its prosperity. My good wishes and prayers will be with
you on your anniversary, and my congratulations on the
present prospects which open before you. May the next
fifty years see fifty more societies around you, and you the
�46
Mother-Church of the valley, the most active and useful of
all. The church in Pittsburgh was, I think, older, but I fear
that its work has, for the present, ceased ; and the Meadville
(Penn.) Church, founded in 1825, can hardly be considered as
in the Ohio Valley.
When I went down the Ohio, for the first time, in 1833,
the Unitarian churches west of the Alleghanies were only
five—being those in Meadville, Pittsburgh, Buffalo, Cincinnati
and Louisville. There was then no society in St. Louis nor
in Chicago. Now the number of the churches given in the
Year Book is 57, of which 47 have settled preachers. And yet,
during all this time, we have been told that Unitarianism was
“dying out!” Let us hope that it it may long continue to
die out in the same way.
Very sincerely yours,
James Freeman Clarke.
Jamaica Plain, Mass., January 17, 1880.
FROM REV. H. W. BELLOWS, D.D.
Your letter, announcing the coming celebration of the
fiftieth anniversary of the Unitarian Society in Cincinnati,
arouses a multitude of pleasant memories in my mind. In
my early life the Cincinnati church was the very out-post of
our cause, and a sort of a Mecca for Western bound folk who
left the East and never felt at home until they had made the
acquaintance of the delightful little circle that gathered about
that “live coal” that had been taken from the Eastern altar to
kindle the flame of our Unitarian culture and piety in what
was then a wilderness. A venerable uncle of mine—who
died, ninety-six years old, some ten years ago—told me that he
saw Cincinnati when it was a village of 3,000 people, and
when the first experiment to conquer the Ohio by steam
power was being tried at the river’s shore. Even in my recol
�47
lection it was a town of gardens, with outlooks from many
places quite inland to the Kentucky shores and hills. Coal
smoke had not then enveloped it. But, besides its charms as
a beautiful rural town of irregular and varied surface, and all
beflowered with shrubs, it had then a circle of choice spirits
—hospitable, touched with a culture then rare, in music, and
art, and literature—hungry for the sight of faces that came
from the East, which was then “the home" of all Western
hearts. You have, doubtless, fifty times the number of liter
ary and public spirited persons of the same type now—but
“familiarity breeds contempt.” People do not go through a
wilderness now to get to Cincinnati, nor come upon its little
circle as upon a spring in a dry land, an oasis in the desert, as
they did then. Nor was that little circle one that can be copied
or repeated. It had the mingled charm of exile, of pioneer
life, of rarity in tastes, of domestic familiarity, and of a relig
ious bond. These things no longer enter into any life in
America since railroads and telegraphs have put an omnipres
ence, or home-i-ness, everywhere, into all persons at all points.
It meant something to find yourself in Cincinnati after a week’s
travel over the Alleghanies, an upset in the stage, and two
days on a sandbar in the Ohio! And then, to get a welcome
into that charmed circle, small but so kind, intelligent and
hospitable, of which your church was the one center, was one
of the most delightful of surprises, and the most memorable
of experiences. I recollect thinking the dozen families I knew,
all eminently cultivated, and humane and progressive, were
only a sample of the population. Really, they were the
cream, and I found it out by noticing that they rose to the
top every time. At intervals of a year or two, I visited the
place, and always the some clot. There are advantages in not
having too many people to admire. You have the time to ad
mire the few, and appreciatively and at leisure.
I arrived in Cincinnati the first time in the year 1834. My
principal recollection is that I was traveling at twenty years of
age, and had spent more money than I ought, in the cities then
new to me—New York, Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Washing
ton—in which I had lingered. A few years later, 1838, I re
�48
member that I arrived at Cincinnati in early May, I think, just
in time to hear Rev. Mr. Huntoon preach his farewell sermon
on Sunday morning. I was asked to preach in the evening
and I filled the vacant pulpit for six weeks. They were among
the most delightful weeks of my life, for I was the guest of
Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Stetson, whose house was then almost
the public hotel of the Unitarian stragglers, in black coats or
black gowns, who wandered into the city. Childless them
selves, they became father and mother to all, with or without
a claim, who needed furtherance or shelter. How delightful
that hill, vheie the Stetsons, the Footes, the Greenes so long
lived side by side in a sort of garden! I shall never be young
again in this world, and so I shall never bring the sauce of
youth to the viands that society spreads before me. And who
can tell whether the sauce or the fish makes the feast? And
so I cannot tell how much my recollections of the Cincinnati
circle owe to the period of life they recall.
I knew very little of the man of genius and lofty humanity,
whose memory is still precious among you, James H. Perkins.
But of your saintly minister, Ephraim Peabody, I am not
likely to forget much, now that his daughter cultivates his
memory at my own hearth! He preached my ordination ser
mon in New York. His portrait looks down upon me as I
wiitc. What a charm of countenance, of speech, of charactei and piesence he had ! The wisdom of this world was never
more completely blended with the wisdom that.is from on high.
He was a wondrous judge of character, and his slow, delayed
and sententious wisdom usually ended with a snap like the
sound of a whip. He had a genius for morals and religion.
He looked, and he was, saintly. His memory is cherished
by his old flock in New Bedford, in King’s Chapel, Boston,
and by the \ ery few who remain who knew him in Cincinnati
and in Meadville, still earlier scenes of his fascinating and
always elevating influence.
My v ife s kinsman, Rev. A. A. Eivermore, I have known
foi nearly fifty years, and always to love and honor. Thank
God, he still remains to receive the respect and love of all the
people who were ever blessed with his transparent purity' of
�49
heart and his calm wisdom of head in Keene, in Cincinnati,
and in Meadville. I rejoice to hear such excellent and en
couraging accounts of the parish health and prospects. Your
church has never wanted hard-working ministers, or devoted
people in the pews. Rev. Mr. Mayo will always be remem
bered for,the unflagging zeal he brought to every one of his
various spheres of ministry. If I should name the good men
and women who have adorned and blessed your church—and
whose connection with the parish is as old as my first knowledge
of it—I should be afraid of injuring the modesty of those I
recall, and wounding the pride of those I should be sure to for
get and omit. . In such a case silence is golden. But when I
speak of noble men and lovely and faithful women in your
church whom I have known these------ ? years—I mean—well,
they know and I know—and that is enough—and I won’t say
I mean—and I really mean everybody who honestly thinks
he is meant or that she is thus delicately referred to !
How I wish I could be with you, but I can't! A great
company of our ministers will be in spirit with you, for how
many have enjoyed your hearty semi-Southern hospitality!
Commend me to any old friends who Will care to hear that I
still remember them, and believe me,
Very affectionately and fraternally yours,
Henry W. Bellows.
New York, January i, 1880.
FROM REV. GEO. W. HOSMER, D.D.
With all my heart I rejoice with you.
I remember the
establishment of the society. It was the spring-time of our
hope for the spread of Liberal Christianity in the West. We
were looking for great things, and we young theological stu
dents were girding ourselves to go into the fields ripe for the
■harvest.
7
�50
At that time Dr. Walker was in Cincinnati, and some man
who had heard him once was invited to go and hear him again.
“No,’ said he, “why, I will not be a Unitarian, and if I hear
that man again I shall .be obliged to be one.”
Five years from the beginning of the society I was in Cin
cinnati, the beautiful, terraced garden city, as it then was—
and how the names and faces of the dear old friends come up
to me now; Ephraim Peabody, my classmate, the pastor, so
wise and loving, the Stetsons, the Greenes—but I must not
write all their names, nor attempt to tell what a charming,
earnest, happy society it was; so young, bright and hopeful.
There were many remarkable persons among them. I have
known much of the Unitarians of Cincinnati from that day to
this, and the memories are bright spots in my life. While at
Antioch College, Cincinnati was one of my homes, and those
good friends there—God bless them!—were always ready to
give help and cheer out of their generous hearts and pleasant
homes. Your society has been very rich in fine characters
and noble lives. What a line of ministers, the living and the
dead! Perkins and Peabody, so unlike, but in each what con
secrated genius,—prophet and saint. Your society has much
to think of and to rejoice in. I am glad you arc all one again
and can rejoice together, and as your second half-century is
knocking at your door, in one mind and heart may you wel
come it, and with reverent, prayerful aspiration try to make
even a better half-century than the last has been.
With earnest congratulation and God-speed, I am with you.
Geo. W. Hosmer.
Salem, January 19, 1880.
FROM REV. WM. SIESBEE.
In the spring of 1837 I first turned my steps Westward.
I he circlet of hills which graced the Queen City was green
then and no pervading smoke soiled her fair robes. The
�51
society was the most charming, take it all in all, that I had
ever known. And the dear church sent out an influence to
gladden and elevate the whole place. It is enough to recall
the memory of one who ministered to them, now long since
passed away, in that remarkable man and preacher, James H.
Perkins, whom I should in vain attempt to describe to those
who never heard him. I cannot refrain from adding my
hearty congratulations to your church on its present bright
prospects. I have great confidence that you will prove not
unworthy of the founders. Such, at least, is the earnest
prayer of,
Your sincere friend,
Wm. Silsbee.
Trenton, N. Y., January 19, 1880.
FROM REV. ROBERT COLLYER.
Your circular came at breakfast this morning, and I make
haste to send congratulations and good wishes to the golden
wedding to be celebrated by your church on Wednesday. It
is an event of the most genuine interest in the history of our
faith in the West. Only our church in Louisville runs back
to 1830, and if you are not twins—also as twins have never
been the good fortune of our Unitarian household, so far as I
know—your happy advent in January of that year will make
you the oldest church of our order in the West. I wish I
could be with you to witness your joy, to hear the story of
the day of small things and see the nobler promise with mine
own eyes, and to wish for you the great career you are sure
to carve out by God’s blessing and your own faithful striving
in the Athens of the West. In France, they say there is a rose
rooted down in sacred ground, they can trace backward for 400
years, abloom still, with no sign of decay about it, but every
year roses foaming over the old walls, covering them with
beauty and making the whole neighborhood fragrant.
�52
So may it be with the fair rose the fathers and mothers
planted in Cincinnati. May the centuries endow it with an
enduring beauty and fragrance from God, is the prayer of,
Your ever loving brother,
Robert Collyer.
New York, January 19, 1880.
FROM REV. E. H. HALL.
I have been delaying my answer to your note, trying to
delude myself into the idea that I might accept your very
cordial and attractive invitation. Unfortunately, I must de
cline, as it is impossible tor me to leave home at this season,
for so long a time ; but, nothing could have given me greater
pleasure than to have celebrated with you an anniversary that
has almost as great an interest for me as for you.
As I left Cincinnati at the early age. of two months, I can
not retain many personal recollections of the town or parish
in those days; but I remember well my father’s continued
affection for the little church which he helped to found, and I
can imagine the vivid interest he would have taken, if he were
still living, in your, commemoration. In a letter, which lies
on my table, written by him to Rev. E. S. Gannett, and dated
Cincinnati, February 21st, 1831, he speaks in the strongest
language, of the importance and promise of thè new move
ment, and of his regret at abandoning it, as his health com
pelled him to do. “A more important, place-than this,” he
says, there is not,-1 believe, in the land. This is often said
of many places, by those who live in them ; but I do think
it may be said pre-eminently of this. This society and its
pastor are to give the character of Unitarianism in the whole
wide and growing West.”
I congratulate you that during the half century which has
passed since these words were written, thè Liberal cause has
been bravely maintained in Cincinnati, and that you can cele-
�53
brate your anniversary with such' bright and cheering pros
pects before you.
With many regrets that I can not be with you, and with
sincerest good-wishes for the future, I am,
Yours, with great regard.
Edward H. Hall.
W orcester, Mass., January 7, 1880.
FROM REV. FRANCIS G. PEABODY.
I am too late to use your very kind hospitality offered to
my father’s son at your Love Feast. Thank you none the
less for thinking of it, and may you begin to-morrow another
long term of prosperity and power.
When I was in Cincinnati, a few years ago, I was much
struck by the lesson which the reminiscences of my father
contained. All who had known him spoke of him to me;
but when I recalled this series of conversations, I discovered
that not one had said a word of his preaching, so absorbed
were they all in the memory of his character and personal
holiness.
This was wl'at was left after forty years, and it was a living
force still; the sermons, which seemed to him, no doubt, his
central work, were dead long ago.
I suppose human nature and needs are much the same still.
Faithfully yours,
Francis G. Peabody.
• Santa Barbara, California, January 20, 1880
�54
FROM REV. HENRY W. FOOTE.
* * * To one who is looking forward to keeping the
two hundredth anniversary of his church before long, your
Semi-Centennial seems to cover but a brief span; but it has
been long enough to give a goodly show of souls who have
made a record for your church in Cincinnati whereof it may
be proud. King’s Chapel shares with you one of the holiest
and purest memories that either church can have in all their
history. As the successor of Ephraim Peabody here, I send
this belated greeting to his successor in his early parish. May
his spirit, purpose and reward be ours.
Truly your friend,
Henry W. Foote.
Boston, January 23, 1880.
FROM H. P. KIDDER, ESQ.,
President of the American Unitarian Association.
* * * Let mc congratulate you and your society on
your present prosperous condition, adding the hope that it
may never be less.
Yours most truly,
H. P. Kidder.
Boston, January 17, 1880.
�appgiídix.
�F
,1
•I
là
�in memoRiAm
MRS. CHARLES STETSON.
This beloved and venerated woman—so long the centre of hospitality to
Unitarian visitors in Cincinnati—died on the evening of January 6, 1880, in
New York, where for ten years past she had resided. She had been declining
for two or three years, but her death was very sudden, as she had been at the
family tea-table at 6 p. M., and died of a paralytic stroke before 9 P. M. Being
at or about eighty, her departure may be regarded as not untimely, and her
state of health did not make life sufficiently desirable to allow her friends any
other regrets than those awakened by the memory of her useful and benevolent
life, and the thought that her gentle face and lovely smile can no more be
seen! She has gone to a great reward, if heaven gives the heartiest welcome
to those who have rendered the law of kindness most honor and obedience
here on earth.
To those who never experienced the charm of the Stetson home—open
for nearly half a century with almost boundless hospitality to all homeless vis
itors with the shadow of a claim on the attention of Mr. Charles Stetson and
his wife—it is difficult to tell the emotions awakened in the hearts of the few
who survive among the hundreds who once knew the loving kindness and care
and delicacy of that noble pair, as they hear that the last of them has
gone heavenward! Rich, childless, unpretending, public-spirited, simple in
personal tastes, refined and cultivated, lovers of music and the arts, fond of
good people and admirers of genius and worth, the Stetsons made their
beautiful and generous home the centre of a copious, yet simple hospitality,
which has rarely been exceeded, either in sum or quality, by any house
known to the somewhat wide experience of the writer. One in feeling and
action, agreeing in a curious fondness for promoting the comfort and pleasure
of those neglected by others, they made it the main business of their lives to
do good as they had opportunity, and to do it, not at arms length, but by per
sonal service. Their house was always full of guests; they welcomed our
Unitarian clergy, artists, philanthropists, strangers from abroad, and rising
aspirants at home, besides doing their full part towards the general society of
Cincinnati. Their horses and carriages were always carrying round others to
see the beautiful country about their city ; and to many Eastern folk the Stet
sons’ home was the largest part of Cincinnati.
�58
How many of our ministers, young forty years ago, must be thrilled with
tender gratitude as they hear of Mrs. Stetson’s departure, and recall the thought
fulness, heartiness, and simplicity of her hospitality to them, when they were
unknown and without any claim except that of their profession and their soli
tude ! We should, perhaps, never have had a Unitarian society in Cincinnati
but for their interest, liberality and hospitality to our ministers. At any rate,
the fiftieth anniversary of our church there, celebrated on the coming 21st of
January, will date back to a time when the Stetsons were better known in
connection with our cause than any household in the West.
Mr. Stetson died about five years ago. He was very unfortunate during the
last decade of his life, and earned his living, after a long career of prosperity,
by the performance of a clerk’s duties in the New York Custom House. But
his sweetness, his wit, his love of children, his pride of character, his charm
of sympathy, his childlikeness of heart never left him ; and he bore his crush
ing misfortunes with manly courage, broken and infirm as his body was, and
wounded and sick as his heart must have been.
Mrs. Stetson, just gone, was a woman who united a sort of Quaker sim
plicity of face and costume with a decided originality of thought and a very
marked individuality. Strength and self-respect were beautifully blent with
modesty, genuineness and unworldliness of nature. She lived in the world and
enjoyed and used it, but she never allowed it to use her. She had not a particle
of cant or sanctimoniousness about her, but she was spiritually-minded in the
truest sense, and religious to the core. Free, and without dogmatic fetters,
she was Christian in spirit and faith. For a woman who had so little love of
change, and so little intellectual ambition, she was singularly courageous and
independent in her opinions. Though childless, she carried an atmosphere
of universal motherliness about her, and a purity and sympathetic ardor that
mixed affection and simplicity with insight and freshness of judgment. She
loved many and much, and was greatly beloved by many who must associate
the happiest years of life with her image.
The beloved sister, who shared her home and became at last the watchful
guardian of her decline, is worthy of the respect and honor she now inherits
as the sole survivor of all the memories of the Stetson household. May every
consolation wait upon her loneliness, and faith and patience attend her remain
ing days!
H. W. B.
�59
5Ymn ujRiTTen for trg dcdioatiod
OF THE
JANUARY 18TH, 1880.
By W. H. Venable.
Our Father, we would consecrate
This organ to Thy righteous name ;
The conscious reeds expectant wait,
Thy solemn praises to proclaim.
Oft may these sacred keys prolong
Devotion’s calm, celestial mood ;
Oft lead the glad thanksgiving song,
And melt the soul to gratitude.
Long may returning Sabbaths greet
Our choral joy in things divine,
Prelusive to the doctrines sweet,
Of him who taught in Palestine.
Yea, let the organ’s solemn breath
Resound Thy praises, Holy One !
Thy grace surviveth sin and death,
Forevermore thy will be done.
The venerable Western poet, Wm. D. Gallagher, whose name is identified
with the early history of the society, also sent to the festival a poem, entitled
“In Exaltis,” whose length, unfortunately, precludes the insertion here of
more than the following fragment:
“And I cried out, O man to the House of Prayer,
Made with hands—go up, for Thy God is there ;
And, in the days of thy beautiful youth,
Bow down, and worship in spirit and truth ;
In the mightier years of thy ripening age,
There still against Sin in the battle engage;
But say not of him who goes out and stands
In that grand old Temple noi made with hands,
And hungers and thirsts, and worships and waits,
And for righteousness strives and supplicates.
1'hat he errs: for Christ and his Cross are there,
And God’s angels come to him unaware.”
�6o
ODE FOR TFjG DCDICATIOD
TO THE
O UNTIE
ALMIC3-HTY
GOD,
COMPOSED FOR THE OCCASION,
By Rev. John Pierpont, of Boston.
I.
To Gon, to God alone,
This temple have we reared ;
To God, who holds a throne
Unshaken and unshared.
Sole King of Heaven
Who’st heard our prayers
And blessed our cares,
To thee ’tis given.
II-
< > thou, whose bounty fills
This plain so rich and wide,
And makes its guardian hills
Rejoice on every side,
With shady tree
And growing grain,
This decent fane
We give to thee.
III.
Thou, who hast ever stooped
To load our land with good,
Whose hand this vale hath scooped,
And rolleth down its flood
To the far sea—
This home we raise,
And now, with praise,
Devote to thee.
IV.
To all, O God of love,
Dost thou thy footsteps show—
The white and blue above,
The green and gold below,
The grove, the breeze,
The morning’s beam,
The star, the stream,—
They’re seen in these.
V.
Where now, in goodly show,
Thy domes of art are piled.
Thy paths, not long ago,
Dropped fatness on a wild.
O let us see
Thy goings here
Where now we rear
A house for thee.
VI.
Nursed by the blessed dew,
And light of Bethlehem’s star,
A vine on Calvary grew
And cast its shade afar.
A storm went by—
One blooming bough
Torn off, buds now
Beneath our sky.
�61
VII.
O let no drought or blight,
This plant of thine come nigh ;
But may the dew, all night,
Upon its branches lie ;
Till towards this vine
All flesh shall press,
And taste and bless
Its fruit and wine.
VIII.
Because, O Lord ! thy grace
Hath visited the West,
And given our hearts a place
Of worship and of rest;
Old age and youth,
The weak, the strong,
Shall praise in song
Thy grace and truth.
May 23rd, 1830.
IX.
The grace and truth that came
By thine Anointed Son,
H ere let such lips proclaim
As fire hath fallen upon
From out the high
And holy place
Where dwells in grace
Thy Deity.
X,
To thee, to thee alone,
This temple have we reared,To thee—before whose throne
Unshaken and unshared,
Sole King of Heaven,
With thanks we bow-^
This temple now
For praise is given.
�62
ORIGIRAL BYIRRS
WRITTEN FOR THE
Ordination
of
As Pastor of
the
Rev. Ephraim Peabody
First Congregational Church,
IN CINCINNATI, MAY 2Oth, 1832.
I.
Oh ! Thou before whose glorious brow,
With veiling wings Archangels bow, •
May our deep, trembling prayer
To mercy’s ear accepted rise,
Through the rich music of the skies,
And blend harmonious there.
Thou wert not in the earthquake’s crash,
Nor in the bannered lightning’s flash
That flamed o’er mount and grove ;
But in the low, soft breath that stirr’d
The conscious leaves, Thy voice was heard
In mercy and in love.
Lord! let that sweet and holy strain
Breathe through this dedicated fane,
Thy bessing here descend,
While praise and incense heavenward roll,
Fill with thy glory every soul,
Our Father and our friend!
May he whose pastoral hand shall guide
This flock where living waters glide,
Here, angel-strengthened be;
With unpolluted lips impart
Immortal truths, and lift each heart
Adoring unto Thee.
�63
II.
That voice which bade the dead arise,
And gave back vision to the blind.
Is hushed but when he sought the skies,
Our master left his word behind.
’Twas not to bid the ocean roll,—
’Twas not to bid the hill be riven;
No,—’twas to lift the fainting soul,
And lead the erring mind to heaven.
To heave a mountain from the heart,—
To bid those inner springs be stirred :
Lord, to thy servant here impart
The more than wisdom of that word.
Dwell, Father, ’round this earthly Fane.
And when its feeble walls decay,
Be with us as we meet again,
Within thy halls of endless day.
Note.— These hymns were presumably written by Mr. Peabody.
�64
ORIGIDAL RYmnS
WRITTEN BY JAS. H. PERKINS FOR THE
Ordination
of
William H. Channing,
AS
Pastor of the First Congregational Society,
CIXTCIXTXT-a.T’T.
IML AY
IO, 1839.
I.
Almighty God ! with hearts of flesh,
Into thy presence we have come,
To breathe our filial vows afresh,
And make thy house once more our home.
We know that thou art ever nigh ;
We know that thou art with us here;
That every action meets thine e.ye,
And every secret thought thine ear.
But grant us God, this truth to feel,
As well as know ; grant us the grace,
Somewhat as Adam knew thee, still
To know and see thee, face to face.
Here, while we breathe again our vows,
Appointing one to minister
In holy things within this house,
Grant us to feel that thou art here.
�65
II.
The storm-shaken winter
Has passed from earth’s bosom,
And spring to our borders,
Brings back bird and blossom—
Through all her sweet life-strings,
Through all her glad voices,
In daylight and darkness,
Old Nature rejoices.
And we have known winter,
The dark storm hath swept us ;
But God, our preserver,
Hath graciously kept us ;
The winter is passing,
The spring bursts around us,
And he has with new bands
Of brotherhood bound us.
To thank him, our Father,
As brethren we come here ;
Our hopes and our wishes—
Henceforth be their home here !
Almighty Redeemer,
We ask not to fear thee,—
But, like our Great Teacher,
To know, love, revere thee.
�CONTENTS.
PAGE.
Introductory Note,
-------
3
Order of Exercises,
......
4
.......
6
List
of
Committees,
Historical Sketch
Communications
of the
Congratulatory Letters,
9
First Congregational Church, -
from former
Pastors and Members,
-•
-
21
45
------
Appendix, ---------
55
« In Memoriam, Mrs. Charles Stetson,
b Hymns
for
Various Oc casions, -
-
-
-
-
*
T( ;
�
Dublin Core
The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/.
Title
A name given to the resource
Victorian Blogging
Description
An account of the resource
A collection of digitised nineteenth-century pamphlets from Conway Hall Library & Archives. This includes the Conway Tracts, Moncure Conway's personal pamphlet library; the Morris Tracts, donated to the library by Miss Morris in 1904; the National Secular Society's pamphlet library and others. The Conway Tracts were bound with additional ephemera, such as lecture programmes and handwritten notes.<br /><br />Please note that these digitised pamphlets have been edited to maximise the accuracy of the OCR, ensuring they are text searchable. If you would like to view un-edited, full-colour versions of any of our pamphlets, please email librarian@conwayhall.org.uk.<br /><br /><span><img src="http://www.heritagefund.org.uk/sites/default/files/media/attachments/TNLHLF_Colour_Logo_English_RGB_0_0.jpg" width="238" height="91" alt="TNLHLF_Colour_Logo_English_RGB_0_0.jpg" /></span>
Creator
An entity primarily responsible for making the resource
Conway Hall Library & Archives
Date
A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource
2018
Publisher
An entity responsible for making the resource available
Conway Hall Ethical Society
Text
A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text.
Original Format
The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data
Pamphlet
Dublin Core
The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/.
Title
A name given to the resource
Memorials of the celebration of the First Congregational Church of Cincinnati, Ohio, January 21st, 1880
Creator
An entity primarily responsible for making the resource
First Congregational Church of Cincinnati
Description
An account of the resource
Place of publication: [Cincinnati]
Collation: 65 p. : ill. ; 23 cm.
Notes: From the library of Dr Moncure Conway. Printed for the Unity Club. Contents listed on back page. Includes a letter from Moncure Conway p. 34-26 dated 'Christmas-time, 1879'. Appendix I: In Memoriam, Mrs Charles Stetson. II. Hymns for Various Occasions.
Publisher
An entity responsible for making the resource available
[s.n.]
Date
A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource
[1880?]
Identifier
An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context
G5615
Subject
The topic of the resource
Unitarianism
Rights
Information about rights held in and over the resource
<a href="http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/mark/1.0/"><img src="http://i.creativecommons.org/p/mark/1.0/88x31.png" alt="Public Domain Mark" /></a><span> </span><br /><span>This work (Memorials of the celebration of the First Congregational Church of Cincinnati, Ohio, January 21st, 1880), identified by </span><a href="https://conwayhallcollections.omeka.net/items/show/www.conwayhall.org.uk"><span>Humanist Library and Archives</span></a><span>, is free of known copyright restrictions.</span>
Format
The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource
application/pdf
Type
The nature or genre of the resource
Text
Language
A language of the resource
English
Church history
Conway Tracts
First Unitarian Church
Memorials
Unitarianism
-
https://d1y502jg6fpugt.cloudfront.net/25778/archive/files/85848668f21060a6531a3ae20c974d33.pdf?Expires=1712793600&Signature=WylBWXqfzhJEBniahDgF8pbyITe0-earMi-roqZS6Ep6Rayhx8CqR-j0OmCSUjRHzUPqPvUsFuTN0D3dy1ZaqcMqXZT7yDXk5n0lZwjjrqHAeQ%7Eh0j5pruo%7EgDtvSElSWrB2JwXtWRKxp8YL-%7E%7EkMGEz2rOTb2hZdCgF1LtmcsZW1hmgwsC2Gf-0xasl9jt%7EGE9EpPUSzM0Qkrv8LMgYqyPfO76sJdi-0yzzlOEHck-hYpoyzJF-ZYa2omNeOWLvh5%7E%7E6F%7EBeL%7EhoX19AX822w0Y6zJVL%7EeM-QhaV6qU%7EYaqV3PUQxu139qA1xcl0Muv-RgV-UyvRbXJ07UV74I6Sg__&Key-Pair-Id=K6UGZS9ZTDSZM
95d935f7caa1368b23fd450a98cf54e2
PDF Text
Text
�Finest Dress Shirts at Moderate Prices. Perfect Fit
Guaranteed. Ready-Made or Made to Order.
ZP. F- IDpatent PANTALOON DRAWERS,
THE MOST PERFECT FITTING BRA WERE IN THE
WORLD.
ZP. _A_. ZB.
I’lVO F ACTION I5IJV(1L
THE MOST PERFECT BRACE EVER INVENTED.
Combining the qualities of Brace and Suspenders, or either
at pleasure.
THE LARGEST AND MOST
COMPLETE STOCK OF
GENTS FURNISHING GOODS, TRUNKS, VALISES, &c.
h.
J. McLaughlin,
280 Pënnsylvania Avenue, bet. 11th & 12th,
Next to Gait’s Jewelry Store.
¿J". ZECZ -A. Jrô
,
MANUFACTURER AND DEALER IN
348 PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE,
Between Metropolitan Hotel and 7th Street,
WASHINGTON, ZD. O.
Chronometers and Fine Watches repaired and warranted.
SOLE AGENT FOR
HOWE’S IMPROVED
gewing
FOR THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA.
�T TT Til T=OJS2SÆS
OF
)
CONTAINING
1
The various Poetical Contributions written. for- theoccasion of Decorating the Graves of our Fallen Heroes,
May 29, 1869. Together with the
Jnscriftions
ON ^NTABLATURES,
Erected at Arlington; with description of the touching
ceremony at the National Cross, as part of the Memo
rial Exercises.
PUBLISHED BY M. A. C. FINCH.
WASHINGTON, D. C.
POWELL & GINCK, PBS., 409 F ST.
1869.
�- - 7^/^»
f
' ■
Entered according to an act of Congress, in the year of our Lora'
eighteen hundred and sixty-nine, by
M. A. G. FINCH,
in the Clerk’s Oifice, in the Supreme Court, of the District of
Columbia.
O'
/
«o r)
6v
�THE POEMS
OF ARLINGTON. j
I
1
l
■;
Ths Arlington Estate.
The Arlington Estate is situated nearly due west
« * I; from the Capitol, and is accessible from Long Bridge,
> at the foot of Fourteenth street and Maryland avenue,
i) Washington, or by the Acqueduct Bridge from George’
; town. The Estate comprises a large tract of land
i
< lying between the Georgetown and Alexandria turn!
’ | pike and the canal, of rich, and in times past, highly
¡' cultivated fields, but all fences having been destroyed
"i during the war, this portion of late years has been
! abandoned to the freedmen. A spring near the canal,
’ which gave its name to the Estate, where a comfortable house and extensive stables have been built on the
'
)
i
;
'
)
>
j
j
plantation road leading from the south gate to the
river bank, is worthy of mention from the fact, not
well-known, that at this place the former owner of the
Estate, George Washington Park Custis, in the
early dawn of the nineteenth century, used to en*ertain
all who came to what was then known as the annual
sheep-shearing festival, on which occasion all interested
in the improvement of sheep, competed for the prizes
offered and bestowed by the liberal owner of Arling-
I
'
i
•
)
j
<
i
j
q
j
I
J)
j
j
j
j
j
.1
)
1
�J'he Poems
of
Arlington.
luxuriant growth of natural forest trees, oak predomi
nating, but cedar and other evergreens intermingling,
forming one of the most lovely landscapes, with rich
plains, bordering the broad blue Potomac, here over
a mile in width, with shipping of all kinds, from the
largest ocean steamer to the light sailing yacht, give
an ever-changing panorama most pleasing to contem
plate, and most beautiful to behold. The view from
Arlington house is grand.
Arlington formed but a small portion of the regal
estate belonging to the widow Custis, subsequently
known to history as the wife of the father of his
country. From Mrs. Washington the estate passed to
her son, G. W. P. Custis, and upon his death in 1857,
Arlington became the property of his daughter Mary,
wife of Robert E. Lee.
Arlington Heights was occupied by Federal troops
the night of May 23, 1861, and has been in possession
by the Government ever since. At present, however,
it is not held under any of the confiscation acts of
Congr< ss, but by virtue of a tax title, the estate having
been sold For taxes, and bid in by the Government of
the United States. Only the northwest corner, and
the plateau southwest from the mansion, are occupied
as a cemetery, the former for colored people, and the
latter for Union and rebel soldiers. In all, there are
over thirty thousand persons buried at this place;
some have been removed, but to no great extent.
Every grave has a plain white head-board, with the
name, regiment, and date of death, when such was
known ; many are marked unknown.
The mansion is old style, with massive columns, and
large portico. The rooms are good sized, and work
nicely done. Marble mantles were in the tv^o principal
rooms on either side of the hall. Those in the room
now used as an office still remain. The south wing
is occupied as a green house, and is well cared for.
�JHE pOEMS OF ^RLINGTON-
[The following Poems were written for the occasion
cf Decorating the Graves at Arlington, but owing to
prior arrangements it was found impossible to embiace
them in the exercises of the day :]
Our Fallen Comrades.
BY A. J. FINCH.
Comrades in those days of dangers,
Brothers by those ties most dear,
We have lived too long as strangers,
Coine, unite our hearts more near.
Mingle now our tears of sorrow
For those brave ones gone before,
We shall join them on the morrow,
As we near that distant shore.
Some were stricken in the battle,
Where the death-shot felled them low ;
When the air was thick with metal,
Left them in a ghastly row.
When the cannon loudly rattled,
Wildly swelled the tumult’s din :
Where the surging thousands battled,
For the victory to win ;
Where the war-clouds thickly hovered,
O’er that bloody doubtful plain ;
And their mangled corses covered,
With its mantle for the slain.
’Mid shrieking shot and bursting shell,
And zipping of the rifle’s ball;
’Mid dangers thick and fast they fell,
Redeeming there their country’s call.
�'J'he
Poems
of
Arlington.
But some amidst the gloomynight,
Along the lonely picket line ;
Where dangers lurked with dreaded might,
When God and man it seemed combine,
To add with terrors to the land ;
To yield them but their bated breath,
Still held them to that fatal stand,
Denied them yet a glorious death.
’Mid darkness, storm, and hail and harm,
’Mid cold, and sleet, and dangers drear,
Sturdy to bear with willing arm,
' The irksome duties so severe.
But some upon the daring raid,
• When far from friends or comrades riven,
Were smitten when the charge was made,
As from, their line the foes were driven.
And some were taken on the road,
The bivouac some laid low ;
Death sought them oft in varied mode,
Wherever they might go.
The wasting pains of dire disease,
The sunken eye, the hollow cheek,
Speak of death by slow degrees,
But far from such as soldiers seek.
Oh ! ye who’ve mingled in the fray,
And joined the deafening shout,
When wavering lines of steel gave way,
To one continuous route !
When men on men, and steed on steed,
Ne’er checked your fiery zeal ;
When sabre strokes could ne’er impede,
Nor make their victims feel.
I
�J'he J?oems of Arlington.
’Mid wreathing smoke and whistling grape,
With cannister belched forth—
Tho’ wide and quick, the deadly gape
Ne’er checked the undaunted North.
As swell on swell the ocean’s wave
Breaks fierce upon the rock-bound coast,
So surged the line of veterans brave
Against the works of rebel’s host.
Oh ! ye who’ve felt the burning throb
Which victory alone can bring,
Doth not the sick’ning horror rob
Your boasted glory by its sting ?
Ah, did you mark the honor then,
When gazing on the ghastly plain,
Surrounded by these gallant men—
Was there no pity for the slain?
And is this glory, thus to die
’Mid clouds of smoke and battle’s din ?
Shame on the thought, ’tis but a lie,
A most degrading type of sin.
Give not the laurel wreath to him
Who merely yields a noble life;
The world before hath often seen
Valor displayed in useless strife.
’Tis glory only when the cause
Is worthy of a martyr’s death;
When justice, truth, and freedom’s laws
Are sullied by a traitor’s breath.
For liberty they fought and died;
To save a nation’s life they bled ;
“ God and the right ” was on their side,
And nations honor them now dead.
�Jhe
poEMS of
Arlington.
In after years, when we are gone—
Who shared alike with them the gloom—
A grateful people still will come
With garlands to bedeck their tomb.
When the earth is filled with gladness,
In the youthful spring-time come;
With our hearts still filled with sadness,
As we bear the muffled drum.
Then, as we near these hallowed grounds,
Made sacred for their resting-place,
We gather round these lowly mounds
With sad and solemn funeral pace.
Wreaths of flowers we will gently
Lay upon their narrow bed ;
And with tears of sorrow mingling
For the brave and noble dead.
From the hill-side, from the valley,
From the dark and steep ravine,
They have come to that last rally,
On this peaceful quiet green.
From the deadly charge we’ve brought them,
Gathered from the lonely shore ;
From the dismal swamp we drew them,
Ere they struggled bravely o’er.
Tho’ many comrades here have met,
As their mingling corses lay,
Missing lost ones linger yet,
Unknown, beneath the unmarked clay.
But distant friends who knew their worth
Will ne’er forget the bitter day,
When treason drew them from the hearth
Of dear beloved ones far away.
�The Poems
of
^rlington-
Here they’ve met at their last roll-call,
On the calm Potomac’s shore—
Oh ! that fatal zipping ball!
They shall never dread it more.
They have heard the last assembly ;
Ne’er again the bugle note
Shall awaken in their memory
Thoughts of battle, tho’ remote.
Tatoo has sounded, taps are blown ;
Lights are out, and they are sleeping,
All undisturbed, tho’ years have flown ;
Angels o’er their camp are weeping.
Calmly now the river glides,
In its dark unruffled, flow,
As it mingles with the tides,
Murmuring peace to us below.
Who can tell what joys and sorrows
Mingle in our hearts to-day,
As we think of distant morrows,
Ere we pass that vaulted way,
To join the comrades gone before us,
Where no bugle sounds are heard ;
Where no general e’er will chide us ;
Ne’er again the armor guard.
Guard their honor and their glory,
Keep their memory ever near ;
Teach our children when we’re hoary,
How to drop the silent tear.
Teach their children how to love them,
While the heart is young and clear,
That in age they may revere them,
With a memory ever dear.
2
�Jhe P’oems of 2^rl1ngton-
Flowers for the Soldiers’ Graves.
BY MRS. MARY E. NEALY.
Flowers for each hero’s bed !
Bring Roses as red as the blood they shed,
And Geraniums rich with their glowing red;
Verbenas and Pinks like the sunset skies,
And brave Sweet Williams, with scarlet eyes ;
Bring the Flos Adonis, with drops of blood—
Peonies and Poppies—a crimson flood !
Bring flowers of the rich warm red
)
■j
;
i
;
j
j!
)
Flowers for their crowns so brighl
Bring guelder roses and snow-drops white
And lilies with cups like the morning ligl
Bring sweet Mayflowers, with their waxei
Syringas and spireas, which eclipse
The winter flakes with each pure white g<
Each delicate star of Bethlehem.
Bring flowers of the purest white,
j
Flowers for the hearts so truel
Bring violets blue as the summer skies,
And innocence blossoms, like babies’ eyes
Forget-me-nots and the sweet-blue bell,
Which grew by the streams they loved so
Bring morning glories, and lilacs, too,
And each dear home-flower that so well th
Bring flowers of the azure blue.
)
j
,)
;
)
!
Flowers for the soldiers’ graves !
Flowers of the red, the white, the blue;
�Jhe Poems
qf
Arlington.
Flowers for the brave, the pure, the true;
For the hero souls who offered up
Life» love, and hope in the bloody-cup
Which was held to their country’s pallid lips.
0, fateful war ! O, dark eclipse!
Bring flowers for our fallen braves !
Flowers of the fair young spring !
We bring with their beauty and perfume
I To these hallowed grave s one day of bloom—
A single day in each rolling year
For the blossoming flower and the falling tear
To drop from woman’s eye and hand !
For the heroes and saviors of our land—
Our gifts of love we bring !
I.
Then home to oar daily care !
With deeper feeling and holier thought;
With a love and hope which •the day hath wrought.
With a grander faith in humanity,
And a glimpse of the life that is to be;
With a wider vision of earth-born love,
And a higher grasp of its home above,
We shall bend the knee in prayer
in prayer and praise to Thee.
Prayers for the millions that mourn to-day
For these far-off martyred forms of clay ;
And praise to the Father that rules above
For a land so girded around with love—
For the hundreds of thousand precious graves,
That broke the bonds of a million slaves,
And made our land all free !
Washington, D. C.
�Jhe Poems
of
Arlington,
Hymns.
rWritten by request for the Floral Memorial, New
York, May 31, 1869, by the editor of The Soldier's
Friend.\
OPENING HYMN.
Tune—Pley el's Hymn.
Love unchanging for the dead,
Lying here in gloried sleep,
Where the angels softly tread,
While their holy watch.they keep.
Wreaths we bring that ne’er shall fade,
Greenei' with the passing years,
Brighter for our sorrow’s shade,
Jeweled with our falling tears.
Dying that the Truth might live,
Here they rest in Freedom’s name,
Giving all that man can give—
Life for Glory’s deathless fame.
Bend in love, 0 azure sky !
Shine, 0 stars, at evening-time !
Watch where heroes calmly lie,
Clothed with faith and hope sublime.
God of nations, bless the land
Thou hast saved to make us free !
Guide us with Thy mighty hand
Till all lands shall come to Thee..
Wm. Olxnd Bourne.
�Jhe Poems
of
.Arlington.
CLOSING HYMN.
Tune—Old hundred.
Blest are the martyrd dead who lie
In holy graves for Freedom won,
Whose storied deeds shall never die
While coming years their circles run»
Blest be the ground where heroes sleep,
And blest the flag that o’er them waves,
Its radiant stars their watch shall keep,
And brightly beam on hallowed graves.
While Freedom lives their fame shall live,.
In glory on her blazing scroll,
And love her sacrifice shall give,
While anthems round the altar roll.
Year after year our hands shall bear
Immortal flowers in vernal bloom,
Till God shall call us home to share
Immortal life beyond the tomb.
Our Father, all the praise be Thine !
Thy grace and goodness we adore;
Bless our dear land with love divine,
And shed Thy peace from shore to shore.
Wm. Oland. Bourne.
�The Poems of Arlington.
Ode to the Dead.
[The following beautiful lines, composed for the occa
sion by Dr. H. Risler, and set to music by Krentzer,
were sung in an eff ctive and harmonious manner by
the Washington Saengerbund and Arion Club—in all
sixty voices, Messrs. Charles Richter and C. W. Berg
mann leading:]
Sweet be your sleep, who here, though silent,Proclaim our country’s holy rise,
That she sliouTd live, your lives were rendered,
Iler life was your devotion’s prize.
With flo wers sweet your graves we cover,
And here renew our sacred vow,
That to our country we will render
What we to your devotion owe.
----------0---------Our Native Land.
[Then followed “Our Native Land,” by theBeetho.
ven Club, which was sung with fine taste:]
With hearts now touched by tend’rest feelings,
Oh ! let us praise our native land;
For her we’ll sing our noblest songs,
And lavish gifts with open hand.
Oh, land 1 with all thy noble forests,
Thy plains, where rugged mountains stand,
With God’s pure sky, blue mantling o’er them,
�Jhe JPoem-s
OF
^Arlington,
Heaven bless thee, our native land—
God bless thee, our native land, our native land.
Let every blessing shed its fragrance,
And peace and plenty o’er us shower;
Let health and happiness attend us,
Till all have felt its magic power.
Oh ! -may the bond of faith and kindness
Forever hold us hand to hand ;
While all thy sons shall sing rejoicing,
Heaven bless our native land—
God blesa thee., our native land, our native land.
------------------------ 0------------------------
Our Martyrs.
A POEM
Dedicated =to the memory of the Union Soldiers ^ho
fell during the -war of the rebellion, and are buried at
Arlington, Virginia.
By Francis De Haes Janvier.
Bring the fairest flowers that bloom,
Full of beauty and perfume;—
Lay a garland on each tomb.
livery sepulchre you see,
Is a shrine,—henceforth to be
Consecrate to liberty.
Here, beneath the earth’s green breast,
Loved, lamented, honored, blest—
Twice ten thousand martyrs rest ?
�Jhe Poems of Arlington.
u
Twice ten thousand martyrs,—slain
Truth and justice to maintain:—
Theirs the loss, but ours the gain!
When rebellion’s fiery flood
• Swept the land, these heroes stood,—
Met, and quenched it with their blood !
Can such service be repaid ?
Can the record they have made,—
Can their glory ever fade ?
Bring the fairest flowers that bloom,
Full of beauty and perfume ;—
Lay a garland on each tomb.
Pausing on your silent way,
While affection’s vows you pay,
Bathe with tears each budding spray.
Grateful tears, with blessings fraught,
For the deeds these heroes wrought,
For the lesson they have taught.
Be your blooming garlands strown,
Doubly, on the altar stone,
Reared to those who rest—“ Unknown.”
Here, unrecognized, they lie,
But, above the starry sky,
Martyrs’ names can never die.
Kneeling on this sacred sod,
*
Swear !—to follow Freedom’s God,
In the path these patriots trod !
Swear !—their little ones to bless ;
Cherish, shield them from distress ;
Unprotected, fatherless !
�Jhe J^oems
')
!
of
Arlington.
Swear! —that this fair land shall be
Evermore a legacy,—
Precious,—undivided,—free !
Prayer.
Sung by Arion Club.
the stage :
This closed the exercises at
In peaceful calming breezes,
Through blooming earthly fields,
Spread God’s creation blessings,
And trusting pleasure yield.
Who tearful seeks ’neath heaven,
This golden calm of rest ;
Finds balm for all his longings,
And peace within his breast.
--------- 0---------The Hymn of Peace.
By Oliver Wendall Holmes.
Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long 1
Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love ?
Come while our voices are blended in song,
Fly to our ark like the storm-beaten dove.
Fly to our ark on the wings of the dove ;
Speed o’er the far sounding billows of song,
3
�JjIE pOEMS OF ^RLINGTON'
Crowned with thine olive-leaf garland of love,
Angel of Peace, thou hast waited too long.
Brothers, we meet on this alter of thine,
Mingling the gifts we have gathered for thee,
Sweet with the odors of myrtle and pine,
Breeze of the prairie and breath of the sea,
Meadow and mouutain and forest and sea,
Sweet is the fragrance of myrtle and pine;
Sweeter the incense we offer to thee,
Brothers, once more round this alter of thine.
Angels of Bethlehem, answer the strain!
Hark ! a new birth-song is filling the sky,
Loud as the storm-wind that tumbles the main.
Bid the full breath of the organ reply ;
Let the loud tempest of voices reply ;
Roll its long surge like the earth shaking main;
Swell the vast song till it mounts to the sky.
Angels of Bethlehem, echo the strain !
----------- 0------------
The Tomb of the Unknown
Is of plain granite, about five feet in height, sur
mounted by four three-incli Rodman rifled guns, worn
out during the war, nicely mounted on each corner,
with. a pyramid of round shot in the centre. A
frame work in shape of a Greek cross was built around
the tomb, and a canopy of battle flags and silken
colors, all of which had been borne by regiments rep
resented among the dead, was erected over the tomb;
wreaths of flowers were looped from opposite corners,
and garlands suspended from the centre. The most
refined taste was displayed in this beautiful decoration.
The tomb bears the following inscription :
�Jhe J-’oems of ^Arlington.
“ Beneath this stone repose the bones of two thou
sand one hundred and eleven unknown soldiers,
gathered after the war from the fields of Bull Run and
the route to the Rappahannock ; their remains could
not be identified, but their names and deeds are re
corded in the archives of their country ; and its grate
ful citizens honor them as of their noble army of
martyrs, May they rest in peace.
“ September, A. D. 1866.”
--------- o---------Requiem,
Sung by Beethoven Club at the tombs of the un
known :
Sigh not, ye winds, as passing o’er
The chambers of the dead ye fly;
Weep not, ye dews,
For these no more shall ever weep—shall ever sigh.
Why mourn the throbbing heart at rest ?
How still it lies within the breast!
Why mourn when death presents its peace,
And o’er the grave our sorrows cease ?
------- —0-----------
Shall We Know Each Other There?
The orphans then sung, while gathered around the
tomb of their fathers —
W1icn we hear the music ringing
�JHE pOEMS OF /tRLINGTON.
Through the bright celestial dome,
Where sweet angel voices, singing,
Gladly bid us welcome home,
To the land of ancient story,
Where the spirit knows no care,
In the land of light and glory,
Shall we know each other there?
Chorus.—Shall we know each other,
Shall we know each other,
Shall we know each other,
Shall we know each other there ?
When the holy angels meet us,
As we go to join their band,
Shall we know the friends that greet us,
I n the glorious spirit land ?
Shall we see the same eyes shining
On us, as in days of yore ?
Shall we feel their dear arms twining
Fondly around us, as before ?
(Chorus.)
Yes ! my earth-worn soul rejoices,
And my weary heart grows light;
For the thrilling angel voices,
And the angel faces bright,
That shall welcome us in heaven,
Are the loved of long ago.
And to them ’tis kindly given,
Thus their mortal friends to know.
(Chorus.)
Oh, ye weary, sad, and tossed ones,
Droop not, faint not by the way,
Ye shall join the loved and just ones,
In the land of perfect day 1
�JHE p0-EMS OF ^RLII^GTON,
b
Harp strings touched by angel fingers,
Murmured in my raptured ear ;
Evermore their sweet song lingers ;
“ We shall know each other there.”
(Chorus.)
a
v
n
(
V
----------- 0-----------
|
x
V
THE NATIONAL CROSS,
At the top bore the inscription:
In memory of the heroes op
)
P On the upright:
Antietam, Gettysburg, Wilderness, Shiloh*
} Fair Oaks, Corinth, Bull Run, Stone Riveip '!
| Vicksburg, Cedar Creek, Chattanooga, Atlanta* .
Cold Harbor, Petersburg.
,
I;
|j Then, upon the arms of the Cross were painted a
® Stock of muskets on the right, a field-gun in the centre,
I and ciossed cavalry sabers on the left, emblematic of
| the three arms of the service,
111
)
And on the foot-board
Fort Fisher, Five Fores.
1
i
i
('
(
f
; At this Cross the following impressive and touching ?
| ceremony took place :
!'
1
The soldiers’ orphans marched to the cross, each ■
' bearing a floral offering, and there presented it to a
widow in deep mourning, she passed it to a soldier in
<) full uniform but unarmed, he passed it to two men in
| citizens’ dress, one of whom had lost both, and the
D other one arm in the army ; the one-armed man laid
�C
Jhe Poems
•4-
of
^Arlington.
■
'
•!
ri
■
i
•>
the tribute at the foot of the cross. This was the most
touching and affecting ceremony during the day, and
so simple, plain, and marked in its signification as to
require no explanation: the orphan, the widow, the
army, the maimed soldier-, all stood in our presence,
and the dread realities of war were but too fully felt
by all as the sharp report of the cannon announced the
close of the exercises.
No person who witnessed the scene will ever forget
it while memory remains. It is meet that we should
never forget the lessons that this terrible struggle
' have taught us.
-0The following beautiful tablets adorn the walls of
the office :
“ Here sleep the brave,
Who sink to rest,
By all their country’s
Wishes blest.”
“ Soldier rest, thy warfare’s o’er
Sleep the sleep that knows no waking,
Dream of battle-fields no more,
Days of toil and nights of watching.”
‘‘ Whether in the tented field,
Or in the battle’s van,
The greatest place for man to db
Is where he dies for man.”
The grave should be surrounded by eve
might inspire the tenderness and venera;
dead, or that might aim the erring to virtu*
�Jhe Poems
of
Arlington.
the place of disgust and dismay, but of sorrow and
meditation.
--------- 0----------
Erected along the main drive :
•
“ The muffled drum’s sad roll has beat
The soldier’s last tatoo,
No more on life’s parade shall meet
These brave and fallen few.
“ On fame’s eternal camping ground,
There silent tents are spread,
And glory guards, with solemn round,
The bivouac of the dead.”'
“ Through all rebellion’s horrors>Bright shine our nation’s fame,
Our gallant soldiers, perishing,
Have won a deathless name.”
Erected on each side of the centre walk :
“ These faithful herald tablets,
With mournful pride shall tell,
( When many a vanished age hath flown,)
The story how ye fell.
“ Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter’s blight,
Nor time’s remorseless doom,
Shall mar one ray of glory’s light,
That guilds your deathless tomb.”
“ The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle’s stirring blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout are passed.
�4
JHE pOEMS OF pRLlNGTON
“ Nor war’s wild note, nor glory’s peal,
Shall thrill with fierce, delight,
Those breasts that never more may feel,
The raptures of the fight.”
“A thousand battle fields have drunk
The blood of warriors brave,
And countless homes are dark and drear,
Thro' the land they died to save.”
“ Now ’neath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the gory field ;
Born to a Spartan mother’s breast,
On many a bloody shield.
“ The sunshine of their native sky,
Sm les sadly on them here ;
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
The soldier’s sepulchre.”
“ Ilest on, embalmed and sainted dead,
Dear as the blood ye gave 1
No impious footsteps here shall tread
• The herbage of your grave ;
Nor shall your glory be forgot,
While Fame her record keeps,
Or honor points the hallowed spot,
Where valor proudly sleeps.”
The hopes, the fears, the blood, the tears
That marked the bitter strife,
Are now all crowned by victory,
That saved the nation’s life.”
�SUCCESSOR TO
G. I). WAKELY,
STEREOSCOPIC
yiEws of
the
PHOTOGRAPHER.
Public JIuildings,
IN WASHINGTON.
Also interior views of the same.
ARLINGTON CEMETERY DECORATION VIEWS,
Taken during the Ceremony at the Cemetery.
We have on hand a large and extensive Stock of all the Views
of Public Interest. Also large size pictures of the United States
Capitol, &c., &c.
We respectfully solicit the patronage of the traveling public.
A liberal deduction made to the trade.
OUR MANUFACTURING DEPARTMENT,.
WASHINGTON BI ILDING.
Cor. Penn. Avenue and 7 th Street.
FRANKLIN HOUSE,
C0R.8TH AND D STREETS,
WzlSWGW. ©• C,
The above House is situated in the centre of
the City, and withih one square of the Patent
and Post Offices, and both lines of the City
Railroads.
TERMS, $2?QQ PER
Strangers visiting Washington will find at
this House every convenience.
F. BRANDNER,
Proprietor.
�K. H. MARSH,
gitmima guwt,*
anti
NO. 407 F STREET, NEAR SEVENTH,
}VASHINGTON,
p
Ç.
NO. 409 F STREET, NEAR SEVENTH,
WASHINGTON, D. 0-,
' Are prepared to execute all kinds of Book and Job Printing,
such as:
Business, Shipping, Wedding, Visiting, and Ball Cards.
Bills of Fare, Billheads, Checks, Letter Heads, Programmes.
Lawyers’ Briefs and Blanks, Pamphlets, and Dodgers,
"f And all other Printing, either Plain oj- in Colors, equal to any
other House in the City, with the utmost neatness, and on most
’“‘reasonable terms.
JOHN L. G1NCK.
JAMES T. POWELL.
FOR MOUNT VERNON.
THE
STEAMER
ARROW,
CAPTAIN THOS^ STACKPOLE,
Leaves her Wharf, Foot of Seventh street, DAILY at 10 a. m.
(Sundays excepted,)
FOR MOIVT VERAOA,
And Intermediate Landings, returning to the City at 4 p. m.
Tickets $1.50, including ADMISSION TO THE MAN
SION AND GROUNDS.
For sale at all the PRINCIPAL HOTELS, and on board of
the Steamer.
JAMES SYKES,
General Superintendent.
Office: WILLARD’S HOTEL.
~
�
Dublin Core
The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/.
Title
A name given to the resource
Victorian Blogging
Description
An account of the resource
A collection of digitised nineteenth-century pamphlets from Conway Hall Library & Archives. This includes the Conway Tracts, Moncure Conway's personal pamphlet library; the Morris Tracts, donated to the library by Miss Morris in 1904; the National Secular Society's pamphlet library and others. The Conway Tracts were bound with additional ephemera, such as lecture programmes and handwritten notes.<br /><br />Please note that these digitised pamphlets have been edited to maximise the accuracy of the OCR, ensuring they are text searchable. If you would like to view un-edited, full-colour versions of any of our pamphlets, please email librarian@conwayhall.org.uk.<br /><br /><span><img src="http://www.heritagefund.org.uk/sites/default/files/media/attachments/TNLHLF_Colour_Logo_English_RGB_0_0.jpg" width="238" height="91" alt="TNLHLF_Colour_Logo_English_RGB_0_0.jpg" /></span>
Creator
An entity primarily responsible for making the resource
Conway Hall Library & Archives
Date
A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource
2018
Publisher
An entity responsible for making the resource available
Conway Hall Ethical Society
Text
A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text.
Original Format
The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data
Pamphlet
Dublin Core
The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/.
Title
A name given to the resource
The poems of Arlington. Containing the various poetical contributions written for the occasion of decorating the graves of our fallen heroes, May 29 1869. Together with the inscriptions on entablatures, erected at Arlington; with description of the touching ceremony at the national cross, as part of the memorial exercises.
Creator
An entity primarily responsible for making the resource
Finch, M.A.C. (ed)
Description
An account of the resource
Place of publication: Washington, D.C.
Collation: [26] p. ; 16 p.
Notes: From the library of Dr Moncure Conway. Annotations, difficult to read and mostly pieces of poetry, written in pencil over cover title and final pages. Includes poems by A.J. Finch, Mrs Mary E. Nealy, Dr. H. Risler, Francis de Haes Janvier, Oliver Wendell Holmes; hymn by W. Oland Bourne. Advertisements for services and facilities in the region of Arlington inside and on back cover.
Publisher
An entity responsible for making the resource available
Powell & Ginck Printers
Date
A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource
1869
Identifier
An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context
G5311
Subject
The topic of the resource
Poetry
Rights
Information about rights held in and over the resource
<a href="http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/mark/1.0/"><img src="http://i.creativecommons.org/p/mark/1.0/88x31.png" alt="Public Domain Mark" /></a><span> </span><br /><span>This work (The poems of Arlington. Containing the various poetical contributions written for the occasion of decorating the graves of our fallen heroes, May 29 1869. Together with the inscriptions on entablatures, erected at Arlington; with description of the touching ceremony at the national cross, as part of the memorial exercises.), identified by </span><a href="https://conwayhallcollections.omeka.net/items/show/www.conwayhall.org.uk"><span>Humanist Library and Archives</span></a><span>, is free of known copyright restrictions.</span>
Format
The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource
application/pdf
Type
The nature or genre of the resource
Text
Language
A language of the resource
English
American
Arlington Cemetery (Va.)
Conway Tracts
Memorials
Poetry