^""May^gn*™  }    Philadelphia  College  of  Pharmacy,  247 
students  from  foreign  countries  than  Yale  or  Harvard  or  any 
university  on  the  Atlantic  Coast.  This  College  of  Pharmacy 
draws  students  from  Asia  and  other  foreign  lands.  It  is  re- 
nowned, both  at  home  and  abroad,  for  the  thorough  education 
which  it  gives.  And  my  wish  to-night  is  that  the  College  of 
Pharmacy  may  grow  and  flourish  and  that  its  present  President 
may  live  long  to  carry  out  the  plans  for  its  prosperity  that  he  is 
cherishing.  It  is  also  my  wish  that  the  official  life  of  our  Mayor 
may  be  prolonged  so  that  that  Beautiful  Philadelphia  "  shall  come 
when  these  gray  heads  can  see  it  and  that  when  that  Philadelphia 
Beautiful "  shall  be  realized  one  of  the  ornaments  to  which  the 
visitor  may  point  with  pride  will  be  the  new  building,  on  the 
Boulevard,  of  the  Philadelphia  College  of  Pharmacy. 
ADDRESS  BY  EDWARD  JAMES  CATTELL,  ESQ.,  OF  THE  BUREAU  OF 
STATISTICS  OF  PHILADELPHIA. 
Mr.  Cattell,  who  was  introduced  by  the  Toastmaster  "  as  the 
silver-tongued  orator  of  Philadelphia "  made  an  address  which 
alternated  with  flashes  of  humor  and  eloquence.    He  said  in  part : 
It  seems  to  me,  gentlemen  of  Philadelphia,  that  the  occasion 
of  the  presentation  of  this  portrait,  the  fact  that  we  are  here  honor- 
ing this  gentleman  who  stands  for  a  type  of  man  good  to  the  core 
because  he  wants  to  be  good,  not  because  he  has  no  opportunity 
to  do  evil,  testifies  the  highest  type  of  public  spirit  and  is  full  of 
promise  for  the  city  we  all  love. 
Now,  to  speak  the  whole  truth — I  love  Mr.  French.  T  have 
known  him  these  many,  many  years.  And  as  I  looked  upon  him 
to-night,  there  came  back  to  me  an  old  memory  of  fifty  years  ago 
when,  early  in  the  morning  of  a  day  in  Spring,  I  first  caught  sight 
of  his  beautiful  home  in  New  Jersey.  It  was  a  building  of  snowy 
whiteness,  with  strong  and  beautiful  lines  rising  with  a  dignity 
all  its  own,  out  of  a  grove  of  trees.  Something  about  it  was 
typical  of  that  purity  of  life  which  the  American  home  stands 
for  everywhere.  As  I  looked  at  Mr.  French  to-night,  under  his 
crown  of  silver, — God-given  token  of  duty  well  done, — it  seemed 
to  me  that:  in  his  character,  in  his  life  record,  in  all  that  he 
has  done  for  this  city  that  I  love,  I  could  see  the  same  strong,  clean 
lines,  the  same  untarnished  purity,  that  stood  out  so  gloriously 
in  the  morning  sunlight  when  T  first  beheld  the  dear  old  home 
in  which  he  learned  from  mother  and  father  those  noble  principles 
