MAGNETIC TELEGRAPH. 



For those of us who enjoyed the happiness of 

 knowing him well, and loving him dearly, no 

 sculptured marble is needed to stir our hearts, or 

 keep fresh in our memories that noble presence, 

 which at once charmed and satisfied our senses. 

 Nor, if the chisel of the artist were guided by the 

 genius that once inspired Phidias, would it be 

 capable of fixing upon dull, cold marble more than 

 one of the almost infinite variety of expressions 

 revealing to the world without the exalted being 

 within. 



But to those who have never seen him, or having 

 seen him have never known him, and to those who 

 shall come after us, it will be something to look 

 upon this marble, and inspired by the thoughts he 

 uttered, and the deeds he did, contemplate its calm 

 expression, and imagine what must have been the 

 living man. 



In the year 1839, nearly half a century ago, 

 brought here as a student, I first saw Professor 

 Henry. I remember it well the time, the place, 

 and the surroundings. Boyish imagination had 

 pictured the great discoverer as a venerable man, 

 bowed down with the toil of years, bearing the 

 furrows, with which overtasked nature revenges 

 herself, traced upon his brow : such a person, 

 perhaps, as the artist has presented to us in the 

 familiar picture of Humboldt in his library. 



