Union, were not always they who loved it least, or would, least willingly, have died to save it. I have spoken, Ladies and Gentlemen, of our hero's character and life, as they attract the admiration of mankind-of the qualities which enemies and friends may venerate alike. It would be unmanly affectation in me to pretend that, here in Maryland, we loved him and remember him chiefly for these. We are proud of the great name-as proud as anybut the household word is dearer far to us. His story and his memory are linked with all the hopes and triumphs, the exultation and despair, which made a century of those four bitter, bloody, torturing years. He was to us the incarnation of his Cause-of what was noblest in it, and knightliest, and best. Whatever of perplexity beset his path before he chose it, he knew no doubts, when it was chosen. He followed where it led him, knowing no step backward. Along it, through victory and defeat, our sympathies and prayers went with him. Around him gathered the fresh, valiant manhood of our State, and many a brave young heart that ceased to beat beside him, drew him but closer to the bleeding hearts in all our saddened homes. These are the ties that bind him to us. These are the memories that troop around us here, to-night-not of the far-off hero, belonging to the world and history-but memories of our hero—ours—the man that wore the Gray! Not in the valley where he sleeps, not among the fields he made immortal, lives he, or will he live, in fonder recollections, than where Calvert planted freedom. “And far and near, through vale and hill, Are faces that attest the same; The proud heart flashing through the eyes, At sound of his loved name." And when they tell us, as they do, those wiser, better brethren of ours-and tell the world, to make it history— that this, our Southern civilization, is half barbarism, we may be pardoned if we answer: Behold its product and its representative! "Of thorns men do not gather figs, nor of a bramble-bush gather they grapes." Here is Robert Lee-show us his fellow! ART IN EDUCATION. MR. CHAIRMAN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN : N the 13th day of March, 1851, at the request of the Board of Managers of the Maryland Institute for the Promotion of the Mechanic Arts, I had the honor to deliver the address at the laying of the corner-stone of the edifice in which we are now assembled. It was an occasion of great public interest, particularly manifested by the class under whose auspices and for whose especial benefit the Institute was organized. There comes to me a refreshing odor as of far-off incense, when I read, from the newspaper reports of the day following, that the speaker was "repeatedly interrupted," during the delivery of his discourse, "by the applause of his ten thousand listeners." The historical accuracy and value of this part of the record may perhaps be slightly qualified, in the opinion of some, by the statement which immediately follows, that the "ten thousand" in question "seemed to regret the close of the eloquent remarks" which they are said to have applauded. Candor, indeed, compels me to admit, for the benefit of rising orators, that such regrets on the part of audiences have not been universal, in the somewhat extended experience of the speaker; and, if the reporters |