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Hardy, of Buncombe, and J. W. Graham of the University were appoint- 

 ed a committee to confer witii him and with Bishop Otey, and to urge 

 most earnestly the permission to publish their several addresses. 



To these solicitations I was happy to learn neither of the distinguished 

 speakers considered himself at liberty to turn a deaf ear, and consent was 

 given that the public should have in print, what was so edifying to us who 

 were present at the delivery. Though they have not the propitious acces- 

 sories of the occasion — the top of the lofty mountain, the open grave, the 

 body of the departed, the tone of the speakers and the mournful faces of 

 the listening hearers, to heighten the effect of what was said, I feel confi- 

 dent that the general appreciation of it will be akin, if not equal to ours. 



It is a coincidence not unworthy of remark, that on Mt. Mitchell, in the 

 persons of Bishop Otey and his respected friend and class-mate Dr. Tho- 

 mas II. Wright of Wilmington, and of Mr. Graham and Mr. Mitchell the be- 

 loved sou of the departed, were here to mourn at his funeral, members of 

 the first and of the last class that Dr. Mitchell instructed at the University. 



MOUJ^T MITCHELL— JUNE 16, 1858. 



From the University Magazine. 



Proud Peak ! so sternly rising 'mid the smiling heaven — 

 Thy haughty brow by thunderbolts and tempests riven. 

 Dark bristling with thy jagged pines, like warriors mailed, 

 And beetling crags where erst unharmed have eagles sailed. 

 Among thy giant brothers grim, without a peer ; 

 Thy solitudes unwaked from rolling year to year, 

 By man, or aught, save howling storms or brutes of dread ; 

 To-day, how thou must marvel at th' unwonted tread 

 Of those who climb thy heights, and cloud-throned summit scale, 

 To chant o'er Science' martyred son the funeral wail. 



Oh, haughtiest ingrate ! — to prove thy pride and place. 

 E'en o'er proud Washington, king of the mountain race ; 

 This was his eager wish from year to year pursued — 

 And with his blood thy cruel clutches thou'st imbued ! 

 Rock-hearted type of Pride, thou would'st undoubted claim, 

 By search or measure true, of king the rank and name ! 

 Oh hateful cliff, from whose rough, treacherous, wildering height, 



