of young men, to talk with them, counsel them, and encourage them in their plans and studies.

He never connected himself with any church organization, nor do I know that he ever made public confession of his sins. His piety did not run in the channel of church ceremonies, or bear the stamp of any of its dogmas. His religious principles were fixed, broad and comprehensive enough to embrace all mankind. He loved the truth; was ready to receive it wherever found, and was ever ready to do whatever it exacted of him. He believed that justice, mercy and love were divine attributes, emanating from and belonging to God. He was a just and merciful man, and his heart was overflowing with love.

It was, however, in his own family, at home, and in the private walks of life,

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Where tired dissimulation drops the mask,"

and man appears as he really is, that all the tenderer qualities of his nature showed themselves in their fullest power, and those silent and social virtues which adorn the character shone with splendor. No man had a stronger attachment for home than he. His love for, and devotion to his family was deep and ardent. His manner of speech when addressing those of his own household was as kind and gentle as that of a woman. Almost a year in his family, I never heard him utter a single harsh or unkind word to wife or children. He was liberal, tender and affectionate, and his greatest desire was to make them happy. His friendship was warm, deep and permanent. In his business transactions and dealings with his fellow-men, he was exacting and honest. His word once given was as good as his bond. And above all, his ardent love of justice, his inflexible regard

for truth, his stern devotion to duty, were embellished by and blended with meekness, sobriety and charity.

"His life was gentle, and the elements

So mixed in him, that nature might stand up

And say to all the world—This was a man.'

Let us, especially the younger members of the profession, endeavor to profit by his example.

"Farewell to thee! undaunted friend with a faithful breast."

MEMOIR OF D. ALLEN ROGERS.

BY ROSWELL FARNHAM.

The subject of this sketch, Daniel Allen Rogers, late of Wells River, Vt., was born in the town of Columbia, Coos county, New Hampshire, on the 11th day of September, A. D. 1828, and died on the 11th day of July, A. D. 1881, at his residence in Wells River village, in the town of Newbury, in this state. He was less than fifty-four years of age at the time of his death, and might be expected to be in the maturity of his physical and in the very prime of his mental powers. His father was a clergyman, but in the newly settled county in northern New Hampshire where he made his home, in a higher latitude than the White Mountains, he was compelled to unite with his duties and labors as a minister of the gospel the toils and hardships of a frontier settler. The Rev. Daniel Rogers, as the father was named, was a man of powerful frame and immense physical strength, and thus inspired respect and carried a degree of authority among his independent and hard-working parishioners that good preaching and a blameless life alone might not have inspired in those rough times. In log-rolling, in its literal, not metaphorical, sense, at raisings, as the inhabitants began to have frame houses, in the moving of buildings, and in all such gatherings where strength and skill were required, the reverend father of our friend was to be found with his sonorous voice,

his excellent team of cattle, and that wonderful chain made of Franconia iron which no number of oxen were able to break, although apparently slender in its proportions, and about which our friend in later years wove so many pleasant and marvellous tales. The family traced their descent from the John Rogers of Smithfield fame, but from which of the children our memory does not now serve us; but "Dan," as the younger members of the bar familiarly called him, had settled that question in his own mind by satisfactory data, as well as that other question, whether John Rogers died the father of nine or of ten children. The township of Columbia lies just south of Colebrook, one of the shire towns of Coos county, and is within about a dozen miles of Canada line at the nearest point. East of it are Dixville and Dixville Notch, made memorable in the minds of the members of the Caledonia and Orange county bars by the many wonderful and interesting events located there in the annals of our friend as related by himself. In those days the family lived for many years in a log cabin, with the home-made and rough conveniences of such a life. They were upon the borders of the primeval forest, which extended to the gulf of St. Lawrence and to the Aroostook. The children of such a homestead grew healthy and robust, in love with nature in her homeliest as well as her more beautiful aspect. The labor upon the limited but fruitful farm, of virgin soil, strengthened the muscles of the young farmers, while the teachings and examples of excellent parents moulded their moral qualities into such shape as made pure and reliable men and women. The amusements of the boys were the manly ones of hunting, fishing and trapping. How deep an impress the events of that period of his life made upon our friend those of us who knew him best can easily realize when we recall his adventures in the woods and on the lakes

and streams of that country. His many stories of wolves, bears, catamounts, lynxes, coons, moose, deer, caribou, beaver, foxes, and the lesser tribes of quadrupeds and birds and fishes, made us feel many times that we were listening to Leatherstocking himself. The fragrance of the original forest was about these tales, and the narrator in the midst of his stories seemed to see in his mind's eye the grand solitudes of nature. It was in the midst of such surroundings that Mr. Rogers passed his boyhood. He not only had the good teachings of father and mother, the close contact with nature and the practical toil of the farm, but the primitive methods of those days and the distance from market made every settler his own carpenter and blacksmith as well as wheelwright and cabinet maker. Yankee ingenuity was not only brought out, it was created at such times and in such places. Boys were not only farmers and sportsmen, they were also mechanics and experts at every device to meet physical difficulties. I speak here somewhat particularly of those matters, for they all left their impress upon Mr. Rogers' character, and tended to make him the somewhat quaint character that we knew him to be.

In the midst of these surroundings our young friend did not neglect his books. His mind, in fact his whole nature, was too much alive with Yankee inquisitiveness to allow this means of acquiring information to be unheeded. He got what advantages he could at the common school, eked out with reading at home, and at a suitable age entered the academy at Farmington, Me., so long taught by the Abbotts, the authors. Here he made diligent use of his time and finished his education in the schools Just what his studies or course of reading were at this time I have no means of knowing, but he must have been diligent and faithful to himself. The teachers had a pupil in whom they