return which, she rejoices to hear, he meditates to the country that owes him so much."

In the October of 1866 he presented 150,000 dollars to Harvard University to establish a Museum and Professorship of American Archæology and Ethnology; and in March, 1867, the United States Congress passed a vote of thanks to the great benefactor for his princely donations to the public institutions of America.

In one of the sweetest and most touching odes which our language possesses, the poet aspires to but one glory-that when he is dead the epitaph, "He served his country and he loved his kind," may be truthfully writ on the hearts of his countrymen. Mr. Peabody's lot has been doubly happy. On the walls of the mausoleum which he has erected for the reception of his own remains in his native land, an inscription may tell with unquestioned truth of the man who "loved his kind and served two countries." He was the only one who had the Regal privilege to wear the badge of an order in which he stood alone and bore all the honours. No herald recounted his titles over his coffin; no coronet denoted his dignity when he was borne to his rest. His name is engraven on the hearts of the people of two worlds, and his title is "Benefactor of the Poor."

Recently a statue was erected to his honour in the City, in close vicinity to the mart on which occurred the most anxious incidents of his prosperous life.

The Prince of Wales presided at the uncovering of the statue. The Lord Mayor entertained a distinguished company at luncheon before the ceremony. The Prince, in responding to the toast of his health, said, "I assure you it is always a pleasure to me to be present here at the Mansion House. It is not, indeed, the first time I have received the hospitality of the Lord Mayor and of the City of London. We are assembled to take part in a great ceremony, and I accepted with much pleasure the invitation and the privilege of unveiling the statue of Mr. George Peabody. After the appropriate remarks the Lord Mayor has made concerning

him, I have little to say except to endorse what has been so well expressed by his lordship. He is a man whose name will go down to posterity as a great philanthropist, and you, my Lord Mayor, and the citizens of London in particular, can never be sufficiently grateful to him for what he has done." Sir Benjamin Phillips, as chairman of the Memorial Committee, delivered an address to the Prince, at the site, after which His Royal Highness said, "Among the many duties which I have to perform, and which I have the privilege of performing, none could have given me greater pleasure than to assist and take part in the unveiling of this statue on this occasion. The name of George Peabody is so well known to all of you that really I feel some difficulty in saying anything new of that remarkable man; but at the same time it affords me the deepest gratification to join in paying a mark of tribute and respect to the name of that great American and philanthropist--I may say, that citizen of the world. England can never adequately pay the debt of gratitude which she owes to him, London especially, where his wonderful charity has been so liberally distributed. For a man not born in this country to give a sum of, I believe, more than a quarter of a million of pounds sterling for purposes of benevolence is a fact unexampled. His name will go down to posterity as one who, as Sir Benjamin Phillips so justly remarked, has tried to ameliorate the condition of his poorer fellow-citizens, and especially to benefit their moral and social character. I have not yet had the opportunity of seeing the statue which is about to be unveiled, but having had the privilege of knowing the sculptor, Mr. Story, for a space of now about ten years, I feel sure it will be one worthy of his reputation, and worthy also of the man to whom it is dedicated. Before concluding the few imperfect remarks which I have ventured to address to you, let me thank Mr. Motley, the American Minister, for his presence on this occasion, and assure him what pleasure it gives me to take part in this great, and, I might also say, national, ceremonial of paying a tribute to the name of his

great and distinguished countryman. Be assured that the feelings which I personally entertain towards America are the same as they ever were. I can never forget the reception which I had there nine years ago, and my earnest wish and hope is that England and America may go hand in hand in peace and prosperity."

After this, the statue was unveiled by the Prince. Many of the readers of the Juvenile may never have the opportunity of seeing this work of art, but we are happy in furnishing an excellent fac-simile of it. Mr. Motley subsequently spoke, and in the course of his remarks said: "Of all men in the world, Mr. Peabody least needs a monument; but as it was to be erected, I am glad and proud that the task was entrusted to our great American sculptor, whom I have had the honour and happiness of calling my intimate friend for many years. It was my good fortune, during a recent residence in Rome, to see the statue which has just been unveiled in the busy heart of England's great metropolis by the royal hand of England's Prince. I saw it grow day by day beneath the plastic fingers of the artist, and I had the privilege on one occasion, which I can never forget, of seeing Mr. Peabody and his statue seated side by side, and of debating within myself, without coming to a satisfactory conclusion-if I may be allowed so confused an expression-which was the more like: the statue to Mr. Peabody, or Mr. Peabody to the statue. It is a delightful thought that the tens of thousands who daily throng this crowded mart will see him almost as accurately as if in the flesh, and that generations after generations-that long, yet unborn, but, I fear, never-ending procession of London poor-will be almost as familiar in the future with the form and features of their great benefactor as are those of us who have enjoyed his acquaintance and friendship in life." Mr. Story, the sculptor, having been called on, said he had no speech to make. He added, significantly, pointing to the statue, "That is my speech."

About this time Mr. Peabody left England in bad health.

On this occasion her Majesty wrote as follows:-"The Queen is very sorry that Mr. Peabody's sudden departure has made it impossible for her to see him before he left England, and she is concerned to hear that he is gone in bad health. She now writes him a line to express her hope that he may return to this country quite recovered, and that she may then have the opportunity, of which she has now been deprived, of seeing him and offering him her personal thanks for all he has done for the people." The note was transmitted by Mr. Arthur Helps, the Clerk of the Privy Council, who adds that the Queen also commanded him "to be sure and charge Mr. Peabody to report himself on his return to England." The philanthropist did return, but it was to die.

That fall of the thermometer in October, which brought the winter upon us before its time, and signalled the onset of the bitter oceanic and arctic blasts, had a message to the spirit of a good man. The premature cold, amid its many errands, was commissioned to summon George Peabody to his rest. Every sudden alteration in temperature is found by statisticians to furnish the death-warrant of a certain number of aged men and women, whose constitutions cannot resist the subtle influence of the change. The name of this generous man, as we now know was written down upon the list of those who were to die by the early inclemency of the autumn. Yet there was such an atmosphere of loving humanity about him, such a sure instilment of the inmost principle of Christian kindliness, that human thoughts naturally inclined to believe that Heaven would guard to the last possible moment of physical capacity a life so useful and so dear. He was passing from his native land to the soft sunshine of Provence, in quest of health, when the mandate of Providence laid him upon the bed from which he was never to rise. Human sentiment, we repeat, would think that if there are ministering beings who watch for the safety of good men, the gentlest and the most powerful would have charge of a nature so wholly beautiful and kind,

and would lead him tenderly towards health and renewed powers of serving his race. That was not, however, the design of the all-wise Master of Life and Death; and we have seen George Peabody die in a land where, if praise, and prayer, and the gratitude of poor men, could have saved him, he would have overcome his malady and renewed his lease of existence. He died on Thursday, Nov. 4th.

The Primitive Methodist, in an eloquent leader, said in relation to this event: "The illustrious deceased expired, as is well known, at the house of his friend Sir C. Lampson, Eaton-square, where the body lay till its removal for interment. At half-past twelve o'clock on Friday, the coffin was borne out and placed in a plumed hearse, which, drawn by four horses, and preceded by a lid of feathers, began to move in the direction of Westminster Abbey. It was followed by five mourning coaches, carrying the mourners. After the mourning coaches came the private carriages of the Queen, the Prince of Wales, the Lord Mayor, the Sheriffs, underSheriffs, etc. So universal was the respect shown that the blinds in the Square, and along the entire route, and also those of Buckingham Palace were closely drawn, and all along the streets, as the sable cortege passed, the heads of the spectators were reverently uncovered.

"Every foot of space in the ancient abbey was occupied. Many of the spectators were in deep mourning; scarcely one but had some badge to show that his heart beat in unison with the general sentiment. The funeral service was of the most solemn character, in the midst of which the coffin was lowered to its resting place, awaiting its removal to Danvers, in Massachusetts.

"Her Majesty, through her first minister, intimated to the friends of the deceased, that it would afford her pleasure to place at their disposal one of her war vessels to convey the body to the shores of America. The offer was accepted, and orders given to prepare the Monarch, one of the finest ships in the British navy, for this peaceful mission. A proper place has been erected for the reception of the body.