1859, and B. B. Gaylord, 1864. To attempt a personal eulogy of each of these men would be too great a trespass upon the time of this occasion, and I may well feel relieved from that duty, however pleasant though mournful the task might be, from the fact that their characters were so conspicuous, and so highly esteemed in this community that a presentation of their personal characteristics is entirely unnecessary.

While according to all the fullest commendation for their intelligent, liberal, and constant support of the college, it may not appear invidious to recall especially the labors and efforts of the resident Trustees. While as a Board they were a unit in any line of policy once decided upon, yet the heaviest burden necessarily devolved upon the members residing in this city. They started their enterprise with a very slender fund, and that supplied largely by themselves. Through many years of doubtful, but energetic efforts, they continued to build, to employ the best services for instruction, and accumu late endowment. A large proportion of the deceased Trustees were college graduates, all were men of superior intelligence, uniting the best business capacities with the most liberal and comprehensive views upon this important subject the diffusion of knowledge upon the solid basis of a thoroughly Christian culture. Their aim was to maintain the highest grade of scholarship, and support that grade by thorough moral training. They were faithful to the traditions and policies of New England, their fatherland. Every young man sent forth from the college has received that kind of training that fits him to stand in his lot as a pillar and support to the state or the nation. He carries with him those moral and intellectual forces of which these departed Trustees have been the faithful conservators. Their work is their memorial. Their memories are fragrant and green, their lives and labors are cherished on this half century celebration, and

will ripen into still higher appreciation as the fruit of their efforts becomes more and more manifest.

Republican government with personal rights thereunder may be experimental. This new departure of incorporating intellectual and moral forces with its foundations. is on trial. Marietta College, its founders and guardians, are applying those forces, and the life of a nation may turn upon such efforts made throughout the borders of the great Republic. I turn from the deceased to the living with a word of encouragement and exhortation. Past success may well stimulate continued effort. Marietta has an appropriate field from which a thousand students may and ought to be gathered. The valley of the Ohio river, with a length of four hundred miles, and a breadth of a hundred miles, presents a territory for which this college becomes-as its first honored President indicated—“ a radiating point for the diffusion of wisdom and knowledge."

An intelligent and spicy writer in describing the intellectual activity prevailing in that great emporium of European thought, the city of Geneva, half a century ago, condenses the situation with the remark, "Geneva must think or die." I am reluctant to hold such a prophetic menace over Marietta, as she is possessed of many sources of prosperity-growth and life. In her industrial and commercial condition, she has prospects worthy of all her energies. But to maintain the original grand purpose which entered into the plans of her pioneers, and constituted a basis as well as stimulant of their noble sacrifices and labors, and which has received such efficient endorsement and support from their descendants and representatives, Marietta must fill her high "vocation "she must continue to educate or die.

ADDRESS MEMORIAL OF THE FIRST FACULTY,

BY REV. DR. J. F. TUTTLE,

PRESIDENT OF WABASH COLLEGE.

Seneca says that "men venerate the fountains whence important streams take their rise." Yielding to this natural impulse we have begun to celebrate the Jubilee of Marietta College.

And at the very outset let me ask your indulgence if the humblest of her sons shall seem to intrude himself too often on your notice in referring to days long gone by, and to men many of whom are no longer numbered among the living. If it be an error generously pardon it as committed by one who would honor his mother.

And still further in an apologetic way let me remind you how closely the field which is assigned me this evening has been gleaned. Numerous newspaper and magazine articles and more elaborate eulogies have repeatedly gone over this ground. And besides this, many here assembled to listen to the papers of this evening are familiar with the events and characters to be discussed. In your goodness then let me especially find some apology, if to-night I shall bring before you some things which have not the attraction of novelty.

And I must needs be allowed to report how these men and incidents of that far off time appeared to me as I now recall them. I shall not attempt memoirs of these human careers of which we are thinking to-night. It is

a memorial I am to write and not a memoir, and to do this I must try to have you look at its persons and things as they appear to me.

How like a beautiful dream is the reminiscence of my first sight of Marietta! In the deepening darkness of the stormy night, I seem again to see the cheerful lights of its homes, and to hear the cheerful notes of the stageman's horn although it was nearly forty-eight years since our coach drawn by four chestnut-brown Morgans rattled into town. And more cheerful still but not less distinct the words of the Christian woman who the next morning with a cheery laugh told me that I was a week too soon, and gave me a motherly welcome to her home! Blessed voice, long since hushed in death, but its melody comes back over the wide interval of years as though I had heard it only an hour ago. It may seem no compliment to my intelligence, but not six weeks before I had not even heard of "Marietta College," destined as it was to exert so great an influence on my life.

Of the community in which this institution first saw the light, and of its founders it is not necessary for me to speak at any length. And yet the Marietta pioneers must have been extraordinary men. The fire of the American Revolution burnt brightly in their hearts. They were in full sympathy with the spirit of "the ordinance of '87" as amended by Dr. Cutler, and they were the enemies of irreligion, ignorance, and slavery. And they had breathed their spirit into their children so that the purpose of the fathers animated the sons to plant in the wilderness north of the Ohio another New England like the one they had left.

For such people to found churches and schools was as natural as for the eagle to fly through the heaven. It is no new observation that at least some of the colleges in that vast wilderness sprang into existence from certain noble social forces which naturally wrought in that direction. The history of Western Reserve, Marietta, Wabash,

and Illinois Colleges was in fact the repetition of the history of Yale, Princeton, and Williams. Men of a superior type were raised up by divine providence to found these institutions.

Marietta College was no exception to this rule. Seldom is any institution able to trace its origin back to nobler hearts than those whose piety and wisdom planted this college. How well and eloquently has this already been made to appear to-night.

The Rev. Luther G. Bingham was a graduate of Middlebury and a tutor there. He was a successful pastor and probably was the originator of the school which grew into the college.

Dr. John Cotton was a learned alumnus of Harvard, a distinguished physician and especially fond of philosophy. He was also a noble Christian man.

Caleb Emerson was an encyclopedia of knowledge, and a profound thinker. When John Quincy Adams stopped at Marietta an hour in 1843, he found his peer in the Marietta editor.

Dr. Jonas Moore was an eminent and learned physician and philanthropist.

Mr. Anselm T. Nye was a man of solid worth and esteemed in all the relations he held in the community

Col. John Mills was at that time a leading merchant of Marietta. He was a man of commanding presence, a courteous gentleman whose conversation was seasoned with a delightful humor that had in it no sting. His integrity was never questioned. He was a Christian without guile, a citizen without an enemy, and a man honored and beloved universally. He lived to a great age, a life which like a summer day grew more and more beautiful until it was hidden from human sight by the deepening glories of the sunset.

Of the seventh-Mr. Douglas Putnam-I may not speak. Nor need I to the thousands who know him and. the hundreds of our alumni whose diplomas are graced