Last Sabbath I heard Bishop Joyce preach. He told the following incident. In one of his great congregations far out in Montana, he called upon all those who were willing to give their lives to Jesus Christ from that day forward to rise. Many responded to his appeal and among them was the owner of the mine in which most of his congregation were employed. When the services were over, the mine owner came to the bishop and said, "I have not been inside of a church for seven long years. Why I am here to-day I can not understand. Your appeal brought to me sacred memories. When I bade my mother goodbye in old Scotland, she said, 'I want to say three things to you. Don't forget God. Don't forget your Bible. Don't forget your mother,' and while you were talking, my mother's face glided before me. That mine owner became a Christian. Several years after, he was injured in his mine and was taken home to die. Although called suddenly away from earth, he was ready. Hc said to his wife, 'I am glad I gave my heart to God that day when the bishop asked us to rise'."

Volumes might be written of such instances as this that came to the knowledge of the frontier preachers, and they were not slow to appeal to the holiest and most sacred impulses of the human heart. We can not trace the religious influences that made Ohio without taking this into account. Before we can do it accurately, we must catch the holy gleam on many a mother's face as she sorrowfully bids her boy goodbye and sends him out to seek his fortune in the new state. Yea, before we can trace accurately the religious influences that made Ohio, we must be gifted with spiritual insight to enable us to tell how the Holy Spirit of God, who convinces men of sin and of righteousness and of a judgment to come, calls men to repentance, awakens their consciences and as the supreme Teacher leads them into conscious fellowship with Jesus Christ. We must be able to tell how that Spirit dealt with each individual soul, for it is written that "He lighteneth every man that cometh into the world."

And now what of the future? Let us have no fears but go forward to meet it confident that all will be well. In 1857, I heard George D. Prentiss, the editor of the Louisville Journal, deliver a lecture on American Politics. It was as gloomy a lec

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ture as I ever heard. He spoke of the Ship of State driving upon the breakers and he said, "The pilots are all dead." He referred to the death of Clay and of Webster; and then in his beautifully classic way he said, "Ulysses has gone forth to his wanderings and there is no one left at Ithaca strong enough to bend his bow. Atlas has gone to the shades of Erebus and there is no one left to support the falling skies" and he sat down and left us in the darkness. But God had a Ulysses that George D. Prentiss did not know about. He was in a tan-yard in Galena, Illinois. He had been trained by a Christian mother. And God had ready an Atlas in a law office in Springfield, Illinois, whose character had been moulded and fashioned by a noble Christian woman who taught him to fear God and nothing else. His name was Abraham Lincoln.

Let us go forward then to meet the future, believing that He who has brought us thus far will still be our guard and guide through all the coming years, and furnish us leaders in every great crisis.

ADDRESS OF CHARLES FOSTER.*

Mr. President and Ladies and Gentlemen: I have no manuscript, and in fact until about ten minutes ago I did not know that I was even expected to talk, and besides that my landlady notified me that I must be home to dinner at halfpast twelve or I would not get anything to eat. (Laughter and cries of "Its past half after twelve now; go on.")

Its past half-past twelve now, dinner is gone, and perhaps for that reason I may detain you a little longer than I otherwise would. (Laughter.)

Egotism as a rule is intolerable, but when fully justified it may be tolerated as is the case in the state of Ohio. (More laughter.)

CHARLES FOSTER.

We care but little to-day about the precise date on which the state was admitted into the Union, or whether Thomas Jefferson and his political associates performed the high political financiering, so-to-speak - I don't want to use any harsher term. to secure the admission of the state without submitting to a vote of the people. What do these things matter when now, to-day, we have four and one-half millions of people, happy and contented, every one of them.

A condition exists in Ohio and in the whole country for that matter which does not exist anywhere else in the world. There is not a man in all this broad state and country in good health, who to-day can not make a living for himself, secure a home and lay up something besides.

* Stenographer's Report.

Our friend, General Cowen, in his most charming paper undertakes to show and I think does show some reason for the extraordinary success of the people of this state of Ohio; for it is extraordinary. It does not happen to other states, and there must be some reason for it. He shows that the liberty-loving and best people of Western Europe, through Virginia and Massachusetts, were the first settlers of the state of Ohio, and the mingling of the blood of these people has produced this magnificent type of people that we now possess in this state. I have no doubt that that is one reason and a very potent reason, but it strikes me, my fellow-citizen, that there is another reason. Conditions exist in Ohio that do not exist in any other state in this Union. The great mineral, manufacturing, mercantile and farming interests exist in Ohio in about equal proportions. In other states one or the other of these great interests predominate; hence it is that these great interests operating upon the minds of our people so equally produce a level-headed sort of people (applause and laughter) while in other states one factor being potential makes the people of that state just a little lop-sided compared with the people of Ohio. (More applause and laughter.)

My fellow-citiens, I think perhaps if I stop I can yet get that dinner, and you have had this centennial discussion from all points and had many very able papers, and I do not care about continuing my speech because it won't get into that book of sixteen volumes.

Having said this much I desire to express my great gratification at meeting you and to compliment the officers of the Ohio State Archæological and Historical Society upon the success of their enterprise. (Great applause.)

ADDRESS OF BISHOP B. W. ARNETT.*

Mr. Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen: (Cries of "What shall we do with the Colored Race?" "Hear him." "Hear him.") I am more than pleased to be here, pleased because of the occasion that brings us together in the reception vestibule of the twentieth century. I am here to rep

resent in part ninety-six thousand Buckeyes of the buckeye color. (Laughter and applause.) We are not painted buckeyes, but are buckeyes (more laughter); every one of us. You see it is our buckeye; you have adopted it; we have the color and you have the buckeye. (Laugh

ter.)

If it were not so late I would like to go back one hundred years and speak of the grand work of the pioneer fathers, but I know it is too late for that.

My dear friends, in this grand work of laying the foundation of the Northwest Territory, no class of people in this land was more interested and had a deeper interest in its consummation than the race with whom I am identified, by blood, by history and by destiny, for the Northwest Territory was the first gift to posterity, from the fathers that fought for the establishment of a country here whose cornerstone was that "God has created all men equal and endowed them with certain inalienable rights, among which are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness."

The Northwest Territory was the Ten Commandments; the Northwest Territory was the Golden Rule; the Northwest Territory to us was the land of Canaan, the promise of liberty, of honey, and milk, and wine. (Laughter and applause.)