cumbered of a heap of uncalled-for metal-castings; in this lofty figure have been amalgamated all kinds of Henrys and Edwards; the various Williams and the numerous Georges have been melted, the Achilles in Hyde Park has made the great toe. This is fine; behold Shakspere almost as great as a Pharaoh or a Sesostris. Bells, drums, trumpets, applause, hurrahs. What then?

It is honourable for England, indifferent to Shakspere.

What is the salutation of royalty, of aristocracy, of the army, and even of the English populace, ignorant yet to this moment, like nearly all other nations,what is the salutation of all these groups variously enlightened to him who has the eternal acclamation, with its reverberation, of all ages and all men? What orison of the Bishop of London or of the Archbishop of Canterbury is worth the cry of a woman before Desdemona, of a mother before Arthur, of a soul before Hamlet?

And thus, when universal outcry demands from England a monument to Shakspere, it is not for the sake of Shakspere, it is for the sake of England.

There are cases in which the repayment of a debt is of greater import to the debtor than to the creditor.

A monument is an example. The lofty head of a great man is a light. Crowds, like the waves, require beacons above them. It is good that the passer-by should know that there are great men. People may not have time to read; they are forced to see. People pass by that way, and stumble against the pedestal; they are almost obliged to raise the head and to glance a little at the inscription. Men escape a book;

they cannot escape the statue. One day, on the bridge of Rouen, before the beautiful statue due to David d'Angers, a peasant mounted on an ass said to me: "Do you know Pierre Corneille?" "Yes," I replied. "So do I," he rejoined. "And do you know "The Cid'?" I resumed. "No," said he.

To him, Corneille was the statue.

This beginning in the knowledge of great men is necessary to the people. The monument incites them to know more of the man. They desire to learn to read in order to know what this bronze means. statue is an elbow-thrust to ignorance.

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There is then, in the execution of such monuments, popular utility as well as national justice.

To perform what is useful at the same time as what is just, that will at the end certainly tempt England. She is the debtor of Shakspere. To leave such a debt in abeyance is not a good attitude for the pride of a people. It is a point of morality that nations should be good payers in matters of gratitude. Enthusiasm is probity. When a man is a glory in the face of his nation, that nation which does not perceive the fact astounds the human race around.

THE SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR: Its Causes and Its Results. By JOHN P. CHIDWICK.

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KNOW that your attendance here to-night is not given to me alone, nor to me principally, but rather to me as I represent those men in whose honor you have gathered, and over whose consecrated remains it was my duty to read the last, but consoling, offices of our holy religion.

Sometimes I have thought it rather incongruous that I, a priest, should speak triumphantly of war. I have thought that people might think it inconsistent with the mission of a priest, which is to foster peace among men and to establish it between man and God. The priest is unworthy of the Master who does not breathe peace with every breath of his nostrils. How, then, do I justify my words glorifying war?

After all has been said that can be said of the horrors of war, it still remains that there are certain circumstances under which war is not only justifiable, but absolutely necessary. There are times when a people have been crushed in all of the rights of a nation which God has given to them; when all measures of redress for their wrongs have been spurned and contemned. Beyond that they see the gleam of freedom. Then it is that they are prompted to bare their breasts to the lightning and place their reliance, through God, in the argument of force. No nation can see its people bow their heads in shame before the rest of the people of the world. The nation's honor is the nation's soul; it is the nation's spirit and must be kept alive.

In that war through which we have just passed did we not have the freedom of an oppressed nation at stake? Did we not have the honor of the flag and the

blood of the martyr who had been doing his duty for God and humanity? But not until divine providence took the course of events into its own hands, and brought upon us that calamity, that sacrifice, through whose lurid light we could read plainly the lesson of unhappy Cuba-not until then did we rise up in might to vindicate them, and to assert our honor before God and the world.

It was not idle curiosity that brought this audience here. It was fond recollection. And thus it is that I am willing to speak to audiences, not to satisfy curiosity, but a living love. I thank God that our people preserve this love in their hearts now, after a year of great history in the land!

Notwithstanding her admiration, her joy over unexpected results; notwithstanding her sorrow over the sacrifices that have been demanded, thank God, America has not forgotten the early heroes of our cause, whose deaths she well regards as the first chapter in the Spanish-American war! In their name, and with all my heart, I thank you for this remembrance, and pray that it will sink deeper into your hearts and the hearts of all our people!

First, why was the Maine sent to Havana? Our people had suffered insult and oppression for three years, 400,000 people had died under Spanish rule. The hatred of American people was deep in the breasts of the Spaniards. Were we going to fly and admit ourselves cowards? No, thank God. We had a nation that responded to our consul general's request. That was why the Maine was sent to protect the Americans, and if we did lose her and the poor men that went down with her, we maintained our honor. I have no

patience with those people who say we forced the war. Other nations would have sent their ships to Havana at once, and demanded satisfaction at the muzzle of their guns. We are not a nation of murderers. Our principles were not those of greed, but those of God. It has been said that we are not a united nation; that because we have different faiths, and come from different races, we do not stand together. When, however, the word came, they found us shoulder to shoulder and back to back, and there was no one found wanting. Our patriotism had been slumbering for thirty years, and it awoke like a volcano.

Cursed be the miscreant who dares to stain the stars and stripes of our flag with religious or political animosity. Let not sectarian jealousy find place in the breast of any one. Let us keep together as we always have, Americans every one, and ready at all times to uphold the national honor. Already we see other nations looking to us for aid. We see one nation stretching out its hand to us for an alliance, not an alliance of the stronger to the weaker, but as equal to equal.