In Memoriam. the disposition many possess to pull down the reputation of their neighbors." He was liberal in his religious views, but insisted upon upright conduct and purity of life. The writer was told the following incident of him by the member of the bar before mentioned. Being asked at dinner what he had done with a woman charged with the larceny of some bread and who had called upon him the night before at his house and told him of her necessities, confessing that she stole the bread to feed her starving, helpless children, he said, as the tears rolled down his cheeks : " I let her go." He was slow of speech, but terse and to the point, as illustrated by his remark to the jury in a trial against Gen. A., accused of tortiously taking lumber belonging to another. Counsel requested that he should charge the jury that, if A. should be found guilty, then upon the question of damages, they should presume he took an average of
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both good and poor quality of lumber. He replied, "Yes, gentlemen, you may consider, whether a man who steals lumber would naturally take good lumber, or slabs." He hated fraud and deceit. He delighted to drag the unclean monster from its hiding place and rid the temple of justice of its unsavory presence. Truthful himself, he expected others to be so. Among the last of the "old-school lawyers" in the State, after an incumbency of the judiciary extend ing over twenty-six and a half years, his retirement, when in possession of unimpaired, intellectual strength and vigor, was looked upon as a public loss and misfortune. He was no less popular than respected. As Lord Mansfield has beautifully said : "His popularity was that which follows, not that which is run after — that popularity which, sooner or later, never fails to do justice to the pursuit of noble ends by noble means."
IN MEMORIAM. RUDOLF VON GNEIST. ' I "HE world owes much to Germany: she reared Men of Titanic mould when other lands Bore Dwarfs. Crowned in her might to-day she stands A very queen of States, serene, revered. And thou, great Soul, who late thy bark hath steered From Earth's low marge to the Elysian sands, Are not the least in her heroic bands. Not thine a sword to make thy country feared, But thine to lend a sapient mind to frame The fabric of her laws both strong and well,— A prouder meed no patriot could claim! Thou wert not insular; a love of right World-wide constrained thee here. Now perfect sight Reveals thee Justice on her citadel. Charles Morse. Ottawa, Canada.
