life, and the press throughout the State, have all united in touching and affectionate tributes to his memory. Few men, if any, have ever better deserved such tributes. This spontaneous and reverent homage to his attainments and character as a lawyer, to his rare intellectual gifts and accomplishments, and to the purity of his private and public life, is the best evidence of the high place he held in the hearts of all who knew him. For more than a half century he has been a conspicuous member of this Court, and was of counsel in many of the most important cases before it. Here was the scene of many of his best efforts and highest achievements; and, though we cannot hope to add anything to what has been already so well and better said by others, yet it is eminently proper that we should give expression to our deep sense of the loss we have suffered, and mingle our own personal sorrow with the universal sorrow which his death has occasioned. Long before the oldest member here was even admitted to the Bar, he was by general consent recognized as one of its ablest leaders; and this, too, at a time when to win such a distinction "was to walk in the footsteps" and to be measured by the genius of that brilliant array of lawyers who have shed an unfading lustre and renown upon the Bar of Maryland. With such men as these he stood in the foremost rank, and throughout his long and successful career, he has ever been distinguished, not only for his eminent abilities as a lawyer, but for all those noble and knightly qualities which elevate the profession and make it worthy of one's best faculties and highest aspiration. He was not only a well-read and thoroughly trained lawyer, but he was also an accomplished Belles Lettres scholar. The law, it has been said, is a jealous mistress, and claims an undivided worship from those who aspire to its highest honors. To this rule, however, Mr. Wallis was a notable exception. He was fond of literary pursuits, and his mind was enriched with the fruits of a wide and liberal culture. And it is not too much to say that his published addresses and essays, for nobility of thought, elegance of expression and purity of style, will compare favorably with the best productions of ancient or modern time.

"This is not the time, however, or the occasion for a eulogy on his life and character. Less, however, we felt could not be said. His work is ended-nobly, worthily ended. His death has created a void difficult to measure, and more difficult to fill. And though he has passed away from us forever, the fruits of his work will still live, and the example of his life will be an inspiration to those who shall come after him, so long as integrity of life and conduct, and courageous fidelity to duty, are esteemed as virtues among men.

"The 'Memorial Minute' of the Bench and Bar, together with these proceedings, will be placed on the records of this Court."

At a special meeting, Monday, April 16, 1894, of the Board of Trustees of the Peabody Institute, called on the occasion of Mr. Wallis's death, Dr. Samuel C. Chew spoke as follows:

"Mr. President:-I shall not attempt any eulogy of our departed colleague and friend, for here and elsewhere the powers of language have been used to their uttermost to portray the nobility of his character and the graces and culture of his heart and mind. There are those present whose intellects have been trained largely in the same lines of study and thought in which his own attained its splendid development, and it has been their duty and pleasure to make record of what Severn Teackle Wallis was as a lawyer, a statesman and a true hearted patriot in the noblest sense of that word.

"These sides of his character and personality are known to many, but there is another side. I have thought sometimes that the relations between a patient and his physician may give the key to certain qualities of that patient's mental and spiritual nature which are not so clearly displayed to others. And so, without, I trust, violating the seal and the sacredness of those relations, I feel it right to say something of the qualities which were wrought in Mr. Wallis by all that he underwent through 'that long disease his life'-qualities which as one of the mysteries that human life is involved in, may become more and more increased and refined, until they attain, here or hereafter, to that perfectness which cometh through suffering.

"And, first, let me say that in those years during which I had what I account, and always shall account, the privilege and the benediction of ministering to him, I never heard from him one word of repining against that fate which had given him infirmity and disease as his portion in life. Rather did the effort to strive against their depressing influences bring an increase of his spiritual and mental powers, so that, like those of old, 'out of weakness he was made strong.' His place was with them

"Who doomed to go in company with pain,

Turn their necessity to glorious gain.

In face of it can exercise a power

Which is our human nature's highest dower ;
Controls it and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
Of its bad influence, and its good receives.'

"But he was much more than patient in his suffering. After giving the daily account of his troubles, and the answers to such questions as were necessary for his physician's guidance, he would become always, as those who saw him often will unite with me in testifying, as bright and buoyant as though pain had never touched him. Out of his own deep wisdom, out of the abundance of his poetic imagination, out of the exuberance of his wit and humor, and out of the copious literatures, English, Spanish, French

and Latin, with which his mind was saturated, he would bring forth such treasures, new and old, as made his conversation the most delightful of intellectual enjoyments.

"His was

"The cheerful heart, which all the muses love;
The soaring spirit, which is their prime delight.'

"There are many memories crowded in my mind, which, if time allowed, I might evoke to show the tenor of his thoughts, especially during the last part of his life. But a few must suffice.

"Some weeks ago, as I was sitting by his bedside, the sunshine streaming through his chamber window, he said to me: 'How beautiful this world is!' and then repeated the lines:

"For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind.'

"And then, as though his ear so attuned to the melody of verse, took a delight in the beautiful alliteration, or, perhaps, as looking forward himself, he repeated, dwelling on the words,

"One longing, lingering look behind.'

"We who are here all know his deep and almost passionate love of flowers, and how, through the devotion of his friends, he was constantly surrounded by them, his room being often a very bower of roses. On Easter Day, three weeks ago, when I made my usual visit to him, I took him, at the request of one of his friends, some Easter lilies, and, though flowers in abundance were all about his room, these were the only lilies he had then received. A bright smile came over his face as he took them, uttering the lovely words:

"Manibus date lilia plenis.'

"For many years Mr. Wallis was accustomed to spend some hours of every day with Mr. Pizarro, a Spanish gentleman of intelligence and cultivation, who for a long time filled the position of Spanish Consul in this city, and from the opportunities thus afforded he was enabled to add to his knowledge of Spanish literature that perfect facility in speaking the language which, as has been said, would have caused any Spaniard to believe that the purest Castilian was his native tongue.

"Through Mr. Pizarro, too, he became imbued with a love of the Vulgate translation of the Bible, and often the melodious and sonorous lines of this version of the Psalms fell from his lips.

"As the end of his life drew near, he seemed to live more in contemplation of the unseen.

"There is an instinctive desire to know how a man of such high intellectual endowments regarded the issues of eternity when brought face to face with them.

"To such a question his own vigorous and beautiful lines give a partial answer, and show the tenor of his thoughts:

"I would not that the dreams of old

Should veil again the weakened mind,
Nor mine their faith who idly hold
That to be wise we need be blind;
But when I see how darkly lie

The plainest things before mine eyes,
That with each turn of reason's wheel
Falsehood and truth both upward go,
I can but think that what I feel

Is best and most of what I know;
And that where'er our tents are cast,
Each hath an angel by his side,

From the first life-sigh to the last

His guardian, champion, friend and guide.'

"But I feel that here I must speak with guarded lips, for there are some utterances too sacred to be imparted or shared. And yet it can be no violation of rightful reserve to say that almost his latest words, faintly audible but still distinct, as the shadows closed around him, words which we may regard as the 'extremum munus morientis,' were these, 'I am at peace.'

"He loved righteousness and hated iniquity. Perfect truthfulness and stainless integrity, and charity of hand and heart, boundless and overflowing to all, these were the traits which made up his character, and they are the traits of the servants of God.

"Pretiosa in conspectu Domini mors sanctorum Ejus.'"

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