than it is now. The southern half of Bronx Park is kept by 

 the New York Zoological Society, the northern half by the 

 New York Botanical Garden. The Lorillard Mansion, 

 near the center of the park, affords a certain space to our 

 own Bronx Society of Arts and Sciences. Our little terri- 

 tory is like the city of Berwick-on-Tweed, which is the boun- 

 dary between Scotland and England. Even the latest guide 

 books say that Berwick is still regarded as neutral ground, 

 belonging officially to neither one of the kingdoms named. 

 Great Britain, geographically, still consists of England, Scot- 

 land, and Berwick-on-Tweed. So the Kingdom of Sciences 

 in The Bronx consists of the Bronx Botanical Garden, headed 

 by Dr. Britton (you must distinguish him from the other 

 great Britain across the ocean, because he spells his name 

 Britton) ; second, the Bronx Zoological Garden, headed by 

 Dr. Hornaday; and the Bronx Society of Arts and Sciences, 

 which is neutral territory. It belongs to both Doctors Brit- 

 ton and Hornaday and about four score other citizens, who 

 each give to it a few evenings in the year and a membership 

 fee of three dollars. It has a superior claim on the Bronx to 

 either of the great societies named, because, while they are 

 supported by the whole city of New York, we are named 

 The Bronx Society, and have little to hope for beyond our 

 own borough. We are one of the few meeting places in this 

 great borough of half a million people where persons meet 

 to serve their Borough wholly apart from any political party, 

 from any religious denomination, and from any business 

 scheme. We work for history, as we work to-day celebrat- 

 ing the inception of these notable parks. Yet not for his- 

 tory for its own sake so much as to celebrate civic devotion, 

 to stimulate true civic pride, and to make life a larger thing 

 and a nobler thing for our half million people. We work for 

 art when we leave these memorials to-day in graceful tablets 

 of bronze, when we placed in a certain small park a bronze 

 bust of our former citizen Edgar A. Poe; and our officers are 

 working for art when they are trying to chastise, if possible, 



