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tributes. Such a concourse of intelligent, active and enter- 

 prising men is seldom seen together, and among them was 

 the conspicuous figure of the minister of the Chinese Em- 

 pire. He had been informed of the death of President 

 Goodell just in time to take the train that made it possible 

 for him to reach Amherst in season for the funeral; and can- 

 celling all his social engagements for fourteen days, he came 

 to pay the tribute of his presence to a friend of whom he 

 said, "He has been as a father and a brother to me." 



While the remains were being escorted to their final rest- 

 ing place in West Cemetery by the battalion of college cadets, 

 the bells of his Alma Mater and of the College of which he 

 had been President sent out, to slow and measured beat, 

 sounds that to some in that company of friends did not seem 

 to have the solemn, funeral toll, but rather the tone of the 

 bells that Bunyan's Pilgrim heard as he approached the 

 gate of the Celestial City. A few words were offered of 

 prayer, of thanksgiving that "the song of woe is after all 

 an earthly song," of heartfelt thanks for what we had had, 

 and for the hope immortal; and Mother Earth received to 

 her safe keeping all that was visible to the mortal eye. 



When the cadets returned they gathered round the flag- 

 pole in the college Campus, where the beautiful symbol of 

 the Republic, which he had followed when it was being 

 torn by shot and shell, hung at half-mast, and taps were 

 sounded. It was both a beautiful and a significant service. 

 The soldier, in the army and out, had fought the good 

 fight, had finished his course, had kept the faith. The 

 world was all before them, to be made better by their 

 words, or works, or both, and the music that calls to duty 

 after taps is inspiring. 



