Ere long, taking his seat beside nie, he touched ii|Min a few reiiiiiiiscenees of the past, and then said in a tone expressive of profound feeling, 'This is one of the happiest days of my whole life. Fifty yeai-s expire to day siui-c I [lerfonned in Boston my first public service, w hich w;is the delivery of an oration to celebrate our national inilepeiideiico .\fter a half centur)' of active life I am siwred by a benign providence to witiies.-' my Sim's performance of his first public service -to deliver an oration in honor of the same great event.' To this I answered, '5!r. President, I am well aware of the notable connection of events to which you refer, and having i-oiiiiiiitled and declaimed a iiart of your ow n gri af oration when a school boy in New York, I roiilil, w ithout elT-irl, repeal il to you now.' To 'the old man oluquent,' as well as to myself, the coincidence was uu agreeable surprise. At the close of the services connected with the deliveiy of the oration, the guests of the city were gathered at the festal banquet in. Faneuil Hall. There I was called upon us chaplain, not only to invoke the divine benediction, but to respond to a patriotic sentiment that awakened memories of the heroic dead. To me, certainly, it was an uplifting thought, that, like the founder of the hall, belonging by birth to Pelham and New Kochelle, at the end of a century from the year of its completion and his departure, I was standing in the thronged edifice that memorialized his name, alive to the significance of the position, well assured that by every uttered word I was but voicing the ideas that ho loved, that he expressed in deeds more eloquent than words, and made his record a treasured legacy.