I cannot better sum up his excellences than by requoting what I said in his lifetime:

If one wants to see Puritan principles carried into practice, let him visit Concord and witness the noble frugality and quiet dignity of that small circle of highly endowed and highly educated men and women to which Judge Hoar belongs, and which is characterized by those virtues easy to admire, hard to practise.

WILLIAM STORY BULLARD

[August, 1897]

Man's busy generations pass,

And while we gaze their forms are gone.

As an old man myself, I have had occasion to observe how soon men are forgotten by the public, their persons unrecognized, their names, once significant, known only to a rapidly contracting circle.

Had William Bullard died twenty years ago, his loss would have been commemorated in bank parlors and by trustees of charitable institutions, and would have been deplored by the community at large.

Left a penniless orphan at an early age, he was welcomed into a hospitable home, placed at school, and then in the counting-room of an East India merchant, an enviable position in those days. Here he so commended himself to his employer that after a few years' apprenticeship he was promoted to partnership, and before long left in sole direction of the business.

An old merchant, a born merchant, was asked why he thought money was going to be tight. "Because I feel it in my bones";— and this might have been the speech of William Bullard, whose apprehension of coming contingencies was instinctive. This intuition, combined with his ardent pursuit of business, brought him reputation and wealth and the power to assist his three

brothers, a purpose never remitted. No merchant was more sought for as director of bank or insurance office, or assignee, wherever information was needed or sagacity exercised.

Unfortunately health was not among the gifts bestowed. During his apprenticeship he had been sent to a southern climate to ward off a lung attack, and he was in danger of degenerating from a man of nerve to a

nervous man.

It would have been well for him if he had relieved the monotony of his life and diverted his thoughts from business by availing himself of his friends' offers to introduce him to a larger circle, if he had frequented concerts and theatres, or had sought some other recreation. A constitutional shyness and sensitiveness aggravated by circumstances, and intellectual resources in study of a grave metaphysical character, kept him in too great seclusion.

A most happy marriage brought him into a large circle of family and friends, opened to him the pleasures of country life, and developed in him a charming hospitality.

He gradually retired from business, devoted much time to the management of charities, where his benevolence as well as his judgment was exercised, and in his summer home sought out and "succored, helped and comforted all who were in danger, necessity and tribulation," shunning as far as might be all publicity.

Long will he be missed here, as elsewhere, by those whose wants he discovered and supplied so bountifully that they were filled with gratitude, so secretly that they were spared observation.

One graceful tribute to the two friends and guides of his youth, and with them one revered friend of his later manhood, in the form of Harvard scholarships, could not be concealed. It manifested his loyalty and tenderheartedness.

For some years his health and strength have been impaired, his life confined to home, but he has lived to a ripe and happy old age.

H. L.

THEODORE LYMAN

[September, 1897]

Fell the bolt on the branching oak;
The rainbow of his hope was broke;
No craven cry, no secret tear —
He told no pang, he knew no fear;
His peace sublime his aspect kept,
His

purpose woke, his features slept;
And yet between the spasms of pain

His genius beamed with joy again.

It is finished, "the sly, slow hours" of martyrdom have crept along, the sufferer is released. There is thankfulness for his liberation, gratitude for his example, grief for his loss. In the days of his health Theodore Lyman was sensible of his responsibilities. Proud of his inheritance, he sought to emulate his father's public spirit and benevolence, and served as president or trustee of several charities. He was for many years Fish Commissioner. He was loyal to his College. He was a large subscriber to Memorial Hall and worked on the building committee. His service as Overseer was only terminated by his illness. He was a devoted student of natural history, aiding Agassiz in the foundation and work of his museum, and was a member of sundry scientific societies.

A patriot at heart, independent in thought and deed, he served in Congress when seriously handicapped by in