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for some hours in the twilight region. If life is great he might 

 have said, death perhaps is greater. He did say, "All things 

 do prophesy the life to come." More than this, the prayer he 

 uttered when a mere youth had been amply fulfilled : "0 Power 

 who has given me being, grant to me the strength to live as be- 

 comes thy creature. May I stand amid the changes that whirl 

 around me untouched and unbroken, and when it shall please 

 thee to end my days, may I not have lived in vain." 



The announcement of Dean Shaler's death awakened pro- 

 found sorrow in the whole community. By common impulse the 

 flags on the students' clubs and on the city buildings were hung 

 at half mast, and on the afternoon of the funeral the shops in 

 Old Cambridge were closed. At the meeting of the four under- 

 graduate classes it was decided that the entire undergraduate 

 body, both of the College and of the Scientific School, should 

 assemble and thus express their appreciation of the great and 

 noble work performed by Dean Shaler while connected with the 

 University. And in this manner, between two continuous lines 

 of undergraduates, his remains, borne on the shoulders of eight 

 students, were carried from his house to Appleton Chapel. 

 There Bishop Lawrence read the Episcopal burial service, and 

 immediately after interment took place at Mount Auburn 

 Cemetery. 



Nothing would have touched Mr. Shaler's great heart the 

 heart that burned with love and sympathy for them more 

 than the sorrow of the young men who waited in line to give this 

 last token of affection to their true and valiant teacher, or the 

 grief shown by his associates and fellow townsmen among 

 whom he had lived "unsullied with his journey of the day." 

 Into his grave was poured the mingled love of youth and of 

 friendships old and tried. 



