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Dr. John A. Warder (of Ohio) — Mr. President, I would like to 

 say one word : One object in coming here was, that I might have an 

 opportunity to unite with you in paying respect to the honored dead. 1 

 am particularly pleased with the expressions of high regard, which I hear, 

 in which these men were held, and whom I knew to respect and love. 

 The resolutions offered do not contain a word too much. 



IN MEMORY OF M. L. DUNLAP, 



Jonathan Periam read the following eulogy on the life and services 

 of Hon. M. L. DuNLAP, of Champaign : 



Mr. President, Ladies atid Ge?itlemen : 



It is with a feeling of profound sorrow that 1 address you upon this 

 subject — one upon which you all deeply feel — the death of our friend and 

 laborer, the Hon. and late M. L. Dunlap, an ex-President of this Society. 

 It opens anew the sorrow we all feel, and causes troubled tears to spring 

 afresh for one who has passed away from among us since our last annual 

 meeting ; but, tempering the profound sorrow for the loss of our friend 

 and brother, we have the sweet recollection, the bright memory of the 

 good he accomplished while living. 



I experience also some diffidence in approaching a subject that I feel 

 might have been left to some more able eulogist, who could have more 

 perfectly portrayed the merits of one who, while giving a life labor to 

 literature as connected with horticulture, yet as earnestly labored in the 

 field, garden, orchard and vineyard ; thus practically showing, by the 

 work of his hands, his love of 



"An art which does mend nature — change it rather, 

 The art itself being nature." 



But notwithstanding the diffidence I feel — feeling my inability to do 

 the full justice which his memory demands — I nevertheless experience 

 great satisfaction, melancholy though it maybe, in approaching this task. 

 I, as boy and man, have known Mr. Dunlap for over thirty years, and in- 

 timately for the last twenty-five years. In all this time I have never 

 known him fail a friend in the hour of need, shirk responsibility, how- 

 ever onerous, or refuse to lend a helping hand to the really needy. 



"The groves were God's first temples," 

 and here before man learned 



" To hew the shaft and lay the architrave ; 

 Amid the cool and silence he knelt down 

 And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks." 



One of the best of the life-works of Mr. Dunlap, was the grouping 

 into groves and shelter-belts trees, of varieties, perhaps, whose intense 

 shade have sometimes formed the worshiping place of man. Not only 



