Mr. ANDREW MCFARLAND DAVIS said:

We meet as officials of the American Antiquarian Society to bear testimony to the respect and esteem in which we hold the memory of our late President. Yet, while our minds turn back to the years of faithful service and the benefactions which have identified his name with this Society, and while each of us perhaps desires that his own name shall be associated on the records of the Society with some appreciative testimonial in his behalf, I can not but feel that, whatever phase of his life may suggest itself to the individual as a topic for special development to-day, whether it be that of the generous public benefactor, the philanthropist, the faithful citizen, the astute financier, the friend and protector of literature and art, or the simple honest man, the prevailing sentiment of those who now listen to my voice must at this moment be that of affectionate sorrow at the loss of a personal friend. Our records bear upon their pages the story of his devotion to service, too plainly engrossed to require renewed testimony on our part. Within the membership of the Society and outside the field of the records, the mention of his name will always bring to the minds of those who were permitted to enjoy them the hospitable courtesies which he was accustomed to extend to us, and will call up the picture of the urbane host whose greatest pleasure it was to administer to the comfort and enjoyment of his guests.

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There are those among us who can bear testimony, through years of daily contact, to his untiring devotion to the different corporations and societies with which his name was associated. Others connected with the educational institutions of this vicinity can develop the value of his gifts in that direction. The story of his philanthropic contributions may not be so easy to disclose, for acts of this sort were not ordinarily performed by him in an open, public way, nor were gifts of this kind ever made by him. with a view to secure the approval of his fellowmen, nevertheless, there are some here to-day who know more or less. even of these.

We were all of us personal friends of his, and several of us date the inception of this friendship in the days of early boyhood. I am one of these, and as I look back upon his career I am struck with its parallelism to that

of his father. Both father and son were Presidents and benefactors of this Society. Both were for brief periods members of the Massachusetts Senate. The father, the second of the name of Stephen Salisbury, was interested in educational matters and like the son evinced that interest in substantial form. In selecting avenues for the distribution of his philanthropic benefactions, he too was guided by his cool judgment and not be any desire to secure the approval of others. Both father and son were contributory to the industrial growth of Worcester, not as manufacturers, but as providers of suitable buildings for the conduct of manufacturing enterprises.

Look back sixty years or thereabouts and see the little brick mill at Salisbury pond, the east end occupied by Deacon Washburn as a wire factory, the west end by Phelps & Bickford, manufacturers of looms. Think for a moment to what extent the subsequent prosperity of Worcester is due to the two industries then housed in this small building. Then turn to Lincoln Square and see the activity at that time at Ruggles, Nourse & Mason's plough factory, but a short distance away from the square, where seeds of future growth were being planted by pioneers in that great industry, the manufacture of agricultural implements. At Lincoln Square also, sheltered in the block now standing opposite this hall, were several firms engaged in the manufacture of pegged boots and shoes, the Howe sewing machine not having been at that time invented and the possibilities of our Lynns and Brocktons not being then suspected. This backward glance associates the name of Salisbury with the material welfare of the town and city in which the father and son spent their lives and in whose prosperity they both took such a lively interest.

We, who compose the Council of the Antiquarian Society, mourn the loss of a friend-not only a friend to us personally-but also to the institution to which we are all bound by ties of membership and which has honored us by placing us in charge of its affairs.

The City of Worcester will miss the presence of a loyal son, who during his entire career never wavered in his devotion to the place of his birth, and never faltered in the performance of his civic duties.

The various societies, organizations, and institutions, religious, historical, philanthropic, literary, artistic, or social, of which Mr. Salisbury was a member, will unite in the assertion that he was a man who never thrust himself forward and never shirked an obvious duty.

Calm; reserved; equable in temperament; not over confident in himself, yet not easily swerved from an opinion which he conceived to be well-founded; courteous in bearing; dignified in deportment; never self-asserting and never acting with a view to secure popular approval; loyal in friendship, but not demonstrative; honest, upright, and straight-forward; Stephen Salisbury passed through life making hosts of friends, among whom there were but few however, who could claim that this friendship was intimate. When lying prostrate upon his last bed of sickness, all Worcester watched with apprehension the discouraging quality of the daily bulletins issued by his physicians, and the sad character of the news was flashed over the wires so that those not near at hand were also prepared for the fatal termination of the disease. Cut off thus in the full plentitude of his power our first thought was how unfortunate that this career of usefulness should have been extinguished while so great possibilities for the future remained in force. Yet we may well doubt, whether, if he had possessed the power to control events he would not have ordained that it should be as it is; that our last vivid impression of him should comprehend the quiet dignity with which he presided at our October meeting; the good fellowship of his friendly greetings; and the pleasant associations which now surround his memory, since we think of him only at his best. His failing vision made possible that at no distant day he would become-for a time at least a sightless prisoner in his lonely mansion.

His death under conditions like these would have been looked upon as a happy release from suffering. Is it not probable that he would have preferred that he should be removed from our midst under circumstances which would arouse sorrow rather than sympathy, so that his passing away would be thought of as a loss to the public rather than as a release for himself?

We who have watched him from year to year as he presided over the Society, can recall the manner in which he

conquered the hesitancy with which he at first handled our meetings, until at last the impression made by his easy dignity when in the chair, was the same that he made elsewhere. How his appearance affected our fellow members was well expressed by one who was present at our last meeting and who wrote: "He will linger in my memory as a pleasant type of the old New England gentleman.' Mr. E. HARLOW RUSSELL said:

I have perhaps less warrant than any other member of this Council to detain you with any contribution that I can make to the tributes proper to this sad occasion. My personal relations with Mr. Salisbury, while always friendly, did not extend over a long period of time, nor were they ever very close; but within certain moderate limits of intimacy I saw a good deal of him and felt that I got some understanding, or at least some clear impressions, of the character of the man and of his attitude to the community and to the age in which he lived. His friends all know that he often expressed himself with considerable frankness about men and things, and though uniformly dignified and considerate, with the reserve and courtesy of a gentleman, he knew his own mind and did not hesitate to state his views with definiteness and sometimes with the emphasis of strong conviction. Though usually more inclined to listen than to talk, he did not seem to have much in his mind that he was studious to conceal.

My first and most constant feeling when in his presence was a delighted sense of his genial manner, particularly his sweet and gracious smile of greeting to his friends, which for genuine unaffected affability with no excess of effusiveness, I have never seen surpassed and seldom equaled or even approached. Though unfailing and uniform, this did not seem exactly like a habit, it seemed more like a fresh expression of present pleasure focused for the moment upon you alone, and you could not doubt its sincerity. If any portrait of Mr. Salisbury could have caught the expression I speak of, that feature alone would have made it a work of art. A similar refinement and sweetness often appeared in his voice, something like what Mr. Henry James says our speech in this country conspicuously lacks, a tone suggesting music but far removed from any quality of singsong.

When I have looked, from time to time, at the three miniatures hanging on the wall yonder our late associate, and the father and grandfather whose common name he bore I have sometimes felt oppressed with a sense of the responsibilities which devolved upon him as the inheritor not only of the large estate that fell into his possession at his father's death, but of the many offices and honors to which, as his father's only son, he naturally succeeded whether he would or no, by no means least among them being the presidency of our Society, a function that he has performed in all its details with so much diligence, devotion and success. I question whether we have realized the hours of thought and labor that have gone to the providing of our semi-annual programmes, things so easy to sit and enjoy, but so hard to arrange, year after year, to the edification of a company largely made up of accomplished and critical scholars. Then reflect that this was only one of scores, perhaps hundreds, of duties and functions, to the scrupulous fulfilment of which our friend gave up his whole time, and alas! more than his whole strength. Reflect, further, that in addition to the demands of duty, which he always gladly met, there pressed upon him innumerable interruptions and solicitations from all quarters of "the shipman's card," and the shrill voices of "the daughters of the horse-leech," sounded ever in his ears, that the unworthy out-numbered the deserving three to one, and where was the man to find rest or refuge, not to speak of recreation or leisure? My wonder is that he did not break down long before. I remember finding him one evening, soon after his benefaction in founding the Art Museum had first been made public, opening his mail. News of the gift, had, of course, gone over the country, and begging letters were pouring in upon him, mostly from strangers, setting forth the "claims" of this, that and the other institution or community upon his further bounty. With a patient shrug, he handed one after another of these missives to me, but betrayed no vexation, and I realized then, as I have realized increasingly since especially since his death-how vast and manifold and insatiable is the demand made by a greedy public upon a man of wealth who shows a generous disposition. Let us not regret that the chorus of cavilling and dissent