ADDRESS OF REV. H. EDDY, D. D. 



waist. She is singing " Sweet Home" in Castle Garden. See the 

 cords of her neck roll out as she strikes the most delicate strains. 

 See the muscles of her face work and gleam as she drops to 

 ^Eolean whispers. Then the greatest singers of the present time 

 endure as much as soldiers on the march. 



Then you cannot have the metallic ring in the human voice, the 

 clarion-like tenor, the soaring soprano, the base going down to the 

 double, like a thunder roll ; you cannot have either of these — the 

 delicate or the powerful — without strength. You cannot have the 

 thunder of the organ, nor the ripples on the piano ; you cannot 

 have the delicate touch which goes thrilling your soul without 

 strength under complete discipline and control. 



Thus all performances and enterprises of our natures depend 

 upon an ample foundation laid in our physical natures. And this 

 cannot be accomplished without manual work, physical effort, 

 bodily exercise. This is necessary to all kinds of work. 



The house of labor is in three stories. The basement is 'the 

 place of material labor, where are the kitchen, the pantry, the 

 laundry, the wood house, the tool room, the farm with their appro- 

 priate tools, stoves, scrubbing brushes, wash tubs, ironing tables, 

 axes and saws, plows, harrows and the rest. The second story is 

 the place for intellectual labor, where are books and paper, wri- 

 ting desk and ink stands, so useful in Luther's case when he threw 

 it at the devil. Here in this story is where the mines of truth are 

 worked, the ore melted in the crucible of high criticism, stamped 

 with the die of ascertained fact and put into the currency of live 

 thought, and goes into universal circulation, at par value every 

 where but on the stock exchange of error, where a real live devil 

 presides in person. But few are found working in this story who 

 have not done hard work in the basement, who have not had their 

 physical being completed and hardened by hard work. The third 

 is the place where our moral and affectional nature works. Here 

 are works of love ; love of complacency, when the love of beauty 

 becomes a passion. It hangs the walls with the living histories of 

 living beauty. In the halls and corridors of this story marble 

 breathes and smiles ; and wires, and strings, pipes and brass re- 

 sound in harmonies and melodies of the sweetest note. The ever- 

 varying fruits of a lively imagination gleam and bloom on wall, 

 cornice, ceiling and floor, bracket, table and cushion. Thus the 

 love of the beautiful is displayed in this third story of this house 

 of labor. But in this story is displayed the works of the love of 

 benevolence. Here the balm is distilled for broken hearts ; here 





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