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of the present day, When there is a desire- to belittle the men who earn their living by the sweat of their brow. Their memory shall be honored, not for their worldly success, but because of them it might well be said, “An honest man is the noblest work of God.” Reference has been made by a pr - vious. speaker to the late Bishop MoE-achern, who though gone to his reward still lives. in the hearts of the people. ‘He (Dr. Macmillan) was pleased to know that the kind- ly intercourse between Catholics and Protestants. existing then, was prevalent today, and that the prie- sent progressive generation were not losing their time or the op- portunities to achieve good, by re- ligious bickering.

REV. MR. MO'IlIlEY’S ADDRESS

Rev. W. R. Motley, pastor of the Church of Christ, Montague, spoke as follows:

'I have been deeply interested in, and greatly benefited by the historical addresses to which we have listened, dealing as they do: with the history of. Brudelnell dur- ing the last hundred years. '

If I were an Islander, possessing a thorough knowledge of its early history, mpid‘ growth, and present status, I would be delighted to» speak on ' this theme. But being born on American soil thus ren der~ ing impossible the acquisition of said knowledge, I am deprived of this pleasure. N evertheless- stand- . ing where we are and surrounded by such conditions I cannot refrain from speaking a word...

We are summoned today to gaze upon “bright particular stars” in the firmament- of Brudenell his- tory, pointing most unmistakably to a destiny of greatness and glory now and of security and rest for- ever. We stand. at this hour, upon ground made holy by the feet of

PIONEERS 15 voices we shall hear never more; earth hallowed as the resting place of those who have answered the last roll—call, having entered into the beautiful land of sometime where the sun never sets and the leaves never fall, where the flow- ers never fade, and, men never grow old.

We talk of friends departed; of what they did and said, until the dead ail-one seem living, and the living alone see-m dead.

We are surrounded by a vast company of invisible spirits. Those upon whom we look constitute a small part of the present congre- gation. Were there given to us a vision of the spirit land, our com- pany would be enlarged line upon line, column upon column and tier upon tie-r.

We talk of this beautiful Island,

and, each happy and prosperous year; but each in his heart is: thinking of those that are not. here.

It is eminently fitting to hold this memorial service in honOr of. the brave and self-sacrificing men who came to this Island a hundred years ago to clear its forests, navi- gate its rivers and cultivate its soil. In doing this you are intro- ducing no Innovation, but are fol- lowing in the footsteps of all those nations who honor and revere their dead. It is no hollow and. empty honor, but has something tangible, sol-id and real back of it—living, breathing, acting men,

Living as we do in the full blaze of twentieth century civilization and christianizatiion, it is impos- sible for us to understand the privations and hardships conse- quent upon pioneer life. We know from history how the" pioneers of Virginia, at historic Jamestown, suffered the horrors of Ono-coau- kenoughe; warfare and. plagues. of «Chi'ckihomini-e’s malarial swamps; how the pioneers of Massachusetts

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those Whose forms we see no more; at historic Plymouth were terrified soil made sacred by the sweat and by the warwhoops of the Indians tears and toil of those whose of the forest and chilled by the