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dered, a man is, as he behaves. It is not, who his father was. It is not, what his talents and attainments are. It is not, what he is, in circumstances. These are all accidents: not, of the essence. It is the way he has himself. It is his behaviour. "MANNERS MAKYTH

MAN."

1. He is a man, that bears himself with gentleness. The vulgar notion is not so. Noise is, with some, an argument for greatness. As when the English troops first landed, the Chinese thought to frighten them, by hideous roarings, as they rolled down hill. But greatest things are stillest. The sun illuminates the world, in silence. The planetary orbs revolve, in silence. The giant oak grows up, in silence. The thoughts, that kindle nations, glow in silence. The equipoise of real greatness holds itself, in perfect silence The truest man will be the most a woman; in serenity, in gentleness, in tenderness, in lovingness. No violence. No roughness. No severity. So ready to forgive. So willing to forbear. So able to endure. As the Apostle, in that speaking picture of a man: "Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamour and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice; and be ye kind one to another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, even as God, for Christ's sake, hath forgiven you."

2. He is a man, that bears himself with cordialness. It is a world in a word. And that world, the heart. As if it were heartliness, or heartfulness. A little more, even, than the good old, heartiness, which has come down to us from our whole-hearted forefathers. A man

of reserves. A man of affectations.

An artificial man.

A superficial man. These have but to be heard of, to be hated. And, yet, in the world, they have a place. Nay, in the world, they have had sway. The Chesterfields, the Buckinghams, the Richelieus, the Cromwells. But, not with men. With fanatics, perhaps. Certainly, with courtiers. Sycophants, in either case. But, not with men. Men ask a heart. And they must feel it. And, when they do, their own beats, with it. And, when the heart-swell rises, in a nation, or a people, that are wronged, or that see wrong, or that forecast wrong; it were easier to stand against the deepest ground-swell that was ever moved, in the blue deepness of the multitudinous sea. There is but one born ruler, whom all men love to own. It is the heart-man. And his sway is boundless as the atmosphere: for it is felt as little; and extends as far.

3. He is a man, that bears himself with manliness. There are words, that cannot be explained. As there are acts and ways, which speak to every heart. It is because the race sprung from one Hand; and took the imprint of its Prototype. And, so, there linger, in it, instincts of the true and real and eternal, which are never false, and never fail. The rudest tribes quail, at the presence of a man; as no ferocious beast can stand the human eye. And they who have unmade themselves, in the unworthy tamperings of the political arena, or, in the heartless round of fashionable folly and frivolity, still recognize and feel and own a man.

"Is there, for honest poverty,

That hangs his head, and a' that?
The coward slave, we pass him by ;
We dare be poor, for a' that."
"The rank is but the guinea-stamp:
The man's the gowd, for a' that."

"A king can mak' a belted knight,
A Marquis, Duke, and a' that;
But an honest man's aboon his might:
Guid faith, he mauna fa' that."

"The pith of sense and pride o' worth
Are higher ranks, than a' that."

"Then, let us pray, that come it may,
As come it will, for a' that;

That sense and worth, o'er all the earth,

May bear the 'gree, for a' that.

For a' that, and a' that,

Its coming yet, for a' that,

That man to man, the world a' o'er,
Shall brothers be, for a' that."*

Beloved children of my house and of my heart, I send you out, to-day, in God's name, to your parts and duties, in the world, with the inestimable patrimony of these indomitable principles. You have been nurtured in them, here. You have lived and grown, upon them. You are men, by them. "MANNERS MAKYTH MAN." Year after year have I pursued you, with love's keenest eye. They know not love, who tell us, she is blind. A fond, false, faithless love, that fawns and flatters, to deceive and to betray, may fein a blindness, which it does not feel.

* Burns.

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But, there is no vision like the heart's, that truly loves. None, that can see so far the very creeping shadow of a fault or failing, that, but, may be. And it is due to you to say, that on such scrutiny, as only love can institute, in some of you, beginning, almost, from birth; in all of in all of you, continued, through a period of three, four, five, six or seven years-I commit you, with a perfect confidence in you, God being your helper, to the changing chances of the world. Go on, from this day, in the gentleness, the cordialness, the manliness, which, to your Alma Mater's prayers, the God of grace has granted you; and the world shall take account of you, as men. You shall be seen, as men, in the broad open light of truth and honour. You shall be felt, as men, in the resistless unction of sincerity and earnestYou shall be owned, as men, in your deep footprints on the adamant of immortality; and, better far than that, in the sympathy, the confidence, the affection, the devotion, of all true and loving hearts. That must needs be a saddened heart, that sends, in one day, fourteen sons, into "the bivouac of life." But, what a proud and happy father, to have fourteen such, to send. Go: and the Lord be with you!

ness.

IV.

THE BACCALAUREATE ADDRESS,

AT THE

* FOURTH ANNUAL COMMENCEMENT OF BURLINGTON COLLEGE.

THE RIPE SCHOLAR.

"He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good, one." I never heard or read these words, without a strong sen sation of approval and delight. Next to the spiritual graces, on which Heaven depends; and the domestic blessings, by which life seems cheated of the curse; to win, what they describe, was my first thought, for years.

But that is personal and past. And, now, "the sere and yellow leaf," on which my life has fallen, finds its best compensation in the attempt to realize, in others, what I might not be, myself.

"He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good, one." they are a part of that inimitable summing up of Cardinal Wolsey's character, which Shakspeare puts into the mouth of Griffith, gentleman Usher to Queen Catharine. They suggest the theme of what I mean to say, to-day.

St. Michael and All Angels, A. D. 1853.

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