no doubt that this change of occupation, and the new home on Lindall Hill, added many happy years to his life.

One of the most marked traits in Mr. Rice was his love of people. It was not of the gushing or sentimental type, but was rather a deep underlying affection. It was the interest of a large and kindly nature in his fellow-men. This was especially shown in his keen delight in gatherings like the Harvest Festival at the First church, the Salem Congregational Club, the Essex South Association of ministers, and the Danvers Historical Society. He often referred to these gatherings, and I remember the one a few years ago at the home of Judge White, which he repeatedly recalled with pleasure. In father there seemed to be a blending of two feelings-a deep sense of the religious importance of human life, as from God, and responsible to God, while along with this was also a warm attachment to the earth, to the soil, and to men and women as human beings and friends. Sometimes these two traits are divorced, or regarded as contradictory, but they seemed to be united simply and naturally with him. He loved to see the better side of people, and was it not true that their better side came out in his presence?

I would like, even at the risk of seeming too personal, to tell one or two of the inner principles of father's character. One was a great desire not to do anybody a wrong. Many times I have heard him say: "It is better to suffer a wrong than to do a wrong." And I know that father lived up to that principle in his dealings with others. In the mowing of the grass by the roadside in front of the old parsonage pasture he was very particular not to mow quite up to the line, dividing one field from the next. I sometimes complained about this, but he felt it to be a simple matter of right, and something also becoming a Christian man, to be careful to take less than his exact due, rather than to run the risk of taking more. Once when a man hired to do the mowing had cut a little beyond the line he was much displeased, and if my hazy childish recollection is correct, he wheeled a large wheelbarrow load down to Mr. Hook, his neighbor below, to be sure that everything was made right.

Some years ago he attended the funeral of a Danvers man, and on the way to or from the grave, another Danvers mannot now living-spoke with exceeding bitterness of the one who had died. It made a strong impression upon father. He went home and said to himself: "I wonder if there is any man whom I have treated wrongly or harshly, who might have some just excuse for feeling glad when I am gone." He tried

to think of any such person, and he could recall but one. It seems that some time before a speaker at the Salem Congregational Club had given an address, advancing some opinions which father regarded as foolish or mischievous, and in the discussion he had shown them up with a good deal of humor and vigor. In thinking it over, father thought perhaps he had attacked the views with more severity than was really necessary, and so he wrote to this gentleman, telling him how he came to write, saying he did not know but the man might feel he had been treated uncivilly or unfairly, and if so, father asked his pardon. He received a prompt and pleasant reply from the gentleman, appreciating his letter, but saying that it had not occurred to him at all that father had done him any wrong.

Another of father's principles was this,-that we need a conscious recognition of our responsibility to God. He frequently gave me this advice: "Most of our failures and sins come from thoughtlessness. Remember each morning what God has placed you in this world for. Try to keep in mind those aims in life which you really want to seek. If you will keep them before you, you will not go far wrong.'

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I have not felt that this was the time or place for me to make any attempt to measure the goodness or beauty of my father's life. Nor am I the one who should seek to do it. I am not capable of doing it. I have tried rather to give you some glimpses into his character and spirit, and some of the more personal facts which as one of his family, came under my observation. Through the courtesy of Mrs. Maria Putnam Hood, I have received a copy of a letter written in 1863, by Prof. Samuel Harris, to her father, Deacon William R. Putnam. He was probably chairman of the committee on securing a pastor, and the letter was written in response to his inquiry concerning my father's fitness for the position. Prof. Harris wrote: "His pond will not run dry. If your people like him after the first few Sabbaths that they hear him, they will not be likely to be any less pleased with him hereafter. As to all the solid excellencies of ministerial character, intellectual, religious, and social, I have no doubt whatever. I esteem him very highly, and cannot be mistaken that he has unusual ability and rich culture of mind, and a good and true heart."

Looking back on that fifty years in which he lived in Danvers, (over thirty as pastor), Mrs. Hood writes: "Surely Mr. Harris rightfully judged your father's capabilities. You perhaps know that your father held a very dear place in the hearts

of this old household, having preached to five generations. He surely left an unspeakable record for good and true manliness and godliness in this entire community, the effect of which eternity alone will reveal."

Let me close with an extract from father's last report as Secretary of the Board of Pastoral Supply, written in April, 1913: "The Secretary wishes to speak for a moment concerning himself. For the last eleven weeks of the year he was kept from duties at the office by serious sickness. For whatever of returning strength may now come to him, he desires devoutly to give thanks to God. He wishes also to make most grateful mention of the marks of human kindness which have come to him, from every quarter during his illness,from the places in which he has lived or which he has visited -and from many unlooked-for sources-until the whole earth has become to him full of the friendliness of men.'

Later in this same report he gives the following beautiful description of the spirit found among many faithful ministers in the humbler parsonages of Massachusetts: "It is to be remembered, too, that the main opportunities of life are not remote from us, but right at hand. Genuine worth and real and clear ability are not often long covered from sight in our New England communities. But it is not needful or perhaps desirable that ministers should always be set in churches graded according to their real or supposed ability. Many strong men have done excellent and long continued work in comparatively small places. They are known of their people, their character tells their solid personal steadfastness. They grow into the life of the community. Sometimes their very apparent lowliness of purpose grows lofty; and in their meekness, according to the great promise, they begin to inherit the earth. Sometimes we have helped move such men; sometimes we have done it only with twinges of conscience, as if such a man, strong and faithful, should be left undisturbed, alone with the glory of his life."

Father would have been the last person to claim any such quality for himself, but it has seemed to his children, and I trust it will seem to you, that this gives an unconscious revelation of himself and a true picture of his life. He closed his report with these words concerning his work as Secretary of the Board:

"So we do our work. We have no thought at all that it is done as well as it ought to be done. But it is done in interest and hope. We trust that it may still be received with a kindly measure of acceptance by the churches and the brethren, and that it may be graciously approved of God."

AN HISTORICAL TRIP THROUGH DANVERS.

BY EZRA D. HINES.

To properly see and admire dear old Danvers, an ideal day in June should be selected. The starting place, the North bridge, Salem,-should be chosen for two reasons: first it was at this point upon the North river of old, that occurred the first armed resistance to England, on February 26, 1775, on which occasion, men of Danvers were on hand ready to aid; and second, the fact that only a short distance away the water of this old North river meets and blends with the water of the Danvers river. In imagination, a steamer is in readiness and all the party being on board, the sail down the North river begins.

Very soon on our right, the Court Houses are observed, one of which, the oldest of the three-a stone building-was erected in 1841. Close by, on Washington street and near the Tabernacle church site, stood in early days, a Court House, on the balcony of which General Washington, in 1789, addressed the people gathered in the street below. This building stood in the middle of the street, and nearby in early days, was the house occupied by Governor Endecott. Moving along down the river, we observe on our left, Orne's point, and here obtain a view of a bridge stretching across the water flowing between Salem and Beverly, which bridge was built in 1788, then taking the place of an old ferry which had been in use from early days. The building of this bridge was strongly and vigorously opposed by the citizens of Danvers.

Turning now to the left we enter Danvers river, called by the Indians Orkhussunt, and by the English Wooleston river. On our right is Beverly and Royal side, and upon our left the North fields of Salem. On the Salem side, we notice two coves called Broad cove and Shipley's cove, respectively. Gazing now across the river we see flowing out of the Danvers river, a stream of water running northward into the country, the Bass or Mill river of early days, which river at the time of the incorporation of Beverly as a town in the year 1668, formed its western boundary. Upon the right side of this

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