ADDRESS.

AFTER SO lengthy, thorough, and finished a sketch of Mr. Everett's literary claims to remembrance, a few words, Mr. President, are needed to evince our sense of that last expression of his rich soul with which its earthly career so beautifully closed. My words must be few, because the facts are familiar; because the time has already passed at which our sessions are wont to terminate; because it is of concentrated action, rather than practical study, that I design to speak.

As we have been told Edward Everett's public career commenced with the pulpit, so with the pulpit it may be said to have ended. But not now as then, -to a select audience, of a single denomination, within narrow walls, among the limitations of an unwritten yet unchanging ritual: now he preached to the whole country, through all modern organs of appeal, on the broad platform of humanity, at the altar of a universal faith. More than this: in the Brattle-street pulpit he had set forth with rare eloquence the theory of philanthropy. In Faneuil Hall, through the press, by his vast personal influence, he

As an orator,-to judge him by the ancient standard, he stood, after the death of Mr. Webster, as I opine, first in America. Quintilian's first grand requisite was his: he was emphatically vir bonus, a good man. He was good in his soul, and good in the frame enshrining it. His fine, gray, speaking eye was large, lustrous, with a remarkable fulness beneath the lower lid; his mouth was finely chiselled; his brow was calm, sedate, majestic: in short, his features were so entirely classic, that Dr. Kirkland used to say, referring to the cast in his library, that he resembled his own Apollo. His limbs were wellproportioned; his form was erect, manly, and graceful; so that, even when seated, his repose of manner commanded your respect; and, when he rose to speak, you felt that Canova would have been proud to take him as a model. His voice, which he had trained with consummate skill, was rich and clear; the low tones mellow, soft as whispering reeds; if need were, birdlike; the medium, full and sweet; the high ones, resonant and searching.

His action was dramatic, admirably suited to the word, and sometimes carrying the conceptions of his hearers far above it. One of his frequent and effective gestures was a horizontal wave of the hand; and another, sending it with thrilling energy towards the zenith.

But, though his personal address was admirable,

his excellence as an orator consisted mainly in his masterly power of analysis, by which he seized upon the salient points of his subject; in those felicitous illustrations which he always had at his command; ; in that graceful drapery which he threw around them; in that vivida vis anima which set them forth to the life before you; and, above all, in those ideal conceptions of beauty and sublimity which raised his subject above itself, and sent the thought of the spell-bound hearer soaring after it.

Mr. Everett was a poet, as the dirge of "Alaric," praised by Thomas Campbell, and "Santa Croce,” passages from which our President has just now so well recited, and which was written, he informs me, for Mrs. Trollope's "Italy,”—indubitably testify; and the inspiration of the Muse was the soul of his eloquence. Others might, Others might, perhaps, be able to stir the emotions of an audience more profoundly; though I have seen him come down upon the hearts of an innumerable throng, rocking them as the autumnal winds rock the branches of the mighty forest. By dint of pandering to the passions, others might, perhaps, gain a greater temporary advantage; but Mr. Everett, without compromising the high vocation of an orator, could inspire an audience with lofty thoughts more easily than any one it has been my privilege to hear.