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                           CHAPTER 7.

                  FROM EIGHTEEN EIGHTY-NINE TO
                      EIGHTEEN NINETY-TWO.

     In 1889, the Rationalists of Europe and America having
conjointly provided for the erection of a life-size statue of
Bruno, in the Campo dei fiori at Rome, on the spot where he was
burned at the stake, February 17, 1600, by order of the papal
Inquisition, Ingersoll was invited by the international committee
to deliver the oration unveiling the memorial mentioned.

     We can imagine with what wealth of feeling, -- what triumphant
inspiration, -- the orator of universal liberty would have risen in
the shadow of the Vatican to pay to the memory of him whom he had
already styled "the first real martyr" that debt of gratitude and
historic justice which had so long been overdue; and we can imagine
also, but with regret, how much the world of art and letters was
the loser because of his inability to accept an invitation which,
coming from a source so truly representative of emancipated
thought, was to him especially pleasing.

     Of the sublime heights which he would have attained had he
accepted, we catch a glimpse from the critical viewpoint of the
eminent English Rationalist George Jacob Holyoake, who, in
commenting on the great orator's loftiness and originality, said:--

     "When his subject was Bruno, upon whom many pens had exhausted
all the terms they knew, Ingersoll's first words were: 'The night
of the Middle Ages lasted for a thousand years. The first star that
enriched the horizon of this universal gloom was Giordano Bruno. He
was the herald of the dawn.'"

     But although the orator of the better age which Bruno so
clearly foresaw, and for which he so nobly gave his life, was
unable to pay in Rome the tribute of his gratitude, he rendered
substantial aid at home, not only as the head of the committee
representing the United States on the international committee, but
as indicated in the following characteristic letter opening the
American subscription: --

                "Law Office, Robert G. Ingersoll,
                        "40 Wall Street.
                            "New York,
                                                Feb. 8, 1889.

T.B. Wakeman, Esq.
Treasurer of the Bruno Monument Committee.

"My dear Sir:

     It gives me great pleasure to include my check for one hundred
dollars ($100).

     "I shall never be quite satisfied until there is a monument to
Bruno higher than the dome of St. Peter's.
                                           "Yours very truly,
                                                 R.G. Ingersoll."

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                               2.

     In 1891 he first delivered his lecture on Shakespeare. The
several mental steps leading to this marvelous contribution to
Shakespearean criticism are of keen interest. They are also of
first importance, because they afford an intimate, if only a
partial, view of the artistic and intellectual evolution of a great
personality.

     The circumstances of Ingersoll's introduction to Shakespeare's
"book and volume of the brain,' and the impression which the latter
made on the prose-poet whom the future will rank as second only to
its author, were as unusual as those of Ingersoll's introduction to
the poetry of Burns. It should here be recalled, that, in the late
forties or very early fifties, the works of Burns and Shakespeare
were not to be found in every American home, -- certainly not in
the home of every orthodox clergyman in the Prairie State. The
works of real genius were considered hardly "safe for the young."
"It was admitted, on all hands," says Ingersoll himself, in
reference to the literary standards and ideals which prevailed as
late even as 1855, "that Burns was a child of nature of whom his
mother was ashamed and proud." "A few, not quite of orthodox,
delighted in the mechanical monotony of Pope, and the really wicked
-- those lost to all religious shame -- were worshipers of
Shakespeare." Reading "between the lines," the story of Ingersoll's
growing impatience with Pope, whom he once termed a
"word-carpenter," and, reading the lines themselves, the story of
Ingersoll's becoming one of the "worshipers" just mentioned, are
best told in the following paragraph: --

     "* * * one night I stopped at a little hotel in Illinois, many
years ago, when we were not quite civilized, when the footsteps of
the red man were still on the prairies. While I was waiting for
supper an old man was reading from a book, and among others who
were listening was myself. I was filled with wonder. I had never
heard anything like it. I was ashamed to ask him what he was
reading: I supposed that an intelligent boy ought to know. So I
waited, and when the little bell rang for supper I hung back and
they went out. I picked up the book; it was Sam Johnson's edition
of Shakespeare. The next day I bought a copy for four dollars. My
God! more than the national debt. You talk about the present
straits of the Treasury ! [1895] For days, for nights, for months,
for years, I read those books, two volumes, and I commenced with
the introduction. I haven't read that introduction for nearly fifty
years, certainly forty-five, but I remember it still. Other writers
are like a garden diligently planted and watered, but Shakespeare
a forest where the oaks and elms toss their branches to the storm,
where the pine towers, where the vine bursts into blossom at the
foot. That book opened to me a new world, another nature. While
Burns was the valley, here was a range of mountains with thousands
of such valleys; while Burns was as sweet a star as ever rose into
the horizon, here was a heaven filled with constellations. That
book has been a source of perpetual joy to me from that day to
this; and whenever I read Shakespeare -- if it ever happens that I
fail to find some new beauty, some new presentation of some
wonderful truth, or another word that bursts into blossom, I shall
make up my mind that my mental faculties are failing, that it is 
not the fault of the book."

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     A gentleman who enjoyed the intimate acquaintance of many of
Ingersoll's foremost contemporaries once told the author, among
other things concerning Ingersoll: "He could quote more
'Shakespeare' than any other person whom I have ever known." Actors
like Edwin Booth, Laurence Barrett, and Joseph Jefferson went far
beyond this, they having repeatedly remarked, for instance, that
Ingersoll would have made 'a wonderful Hamlet or Lear.' And it was
because of the truths expressed in such comments -- it was because
the "myriad-minded" had penetrated to, and wakened a response in,
the innermost depths of Ingersoll's heart and soul -- that, for
many years, the latter felt an almost unconquerable reluctance to
attempt to do justice, in a single lecture, to a theme
sympathetically so exacting, and intellectually so magnificent.
Just how much of its debt of gratitude for Shakespeare the great
republic of English letters owes to the little republic which
consisted of wife, daughters and other relatives and friends, and
of which Ingersoll was the central figure, for the latter's final
success tn overcoming, in a measure, this reluctance, we cannot 
say. But it is known to have been at least in accord with their
suggestion, -- the suggestion of his immediate family, in
particular, -- that he made written notes of his casual thoughts
observations, and impressions of the subject concerned, with a view
of elaborating them as a lecture. And when, after many years of
contemplation, the possessor of the most eloquent and felicitous
tongue that has expressed thoughts in English since April 23, 1616,
stepped upon the platform, the same reluctance, if less intense,
still rose in his consciousness of the unattainable grandeur of his
subject; and he was impelled to say: --

     "Shakespeare is too great a theme. I feel as though
endeavoring to grasp a globe so large that the hand obtains no
hold. He who would worthily speak of the great dramatist should be
inspired by 'a muse of fire that should ascend the brightest heaven
of invention' -- he should have 'a kingdom for a stage, and
monarchs to behold the swelling scene.'"

     Concerning the production of which this extract is a part, and
from which I shall quote in a later chapter, it can only he added
here that Ingersoll scornfully rejected the Baconian theory and
placed Shakespeare at the artistic and intellectual summit of the
human race.

                               3.

     During this year, the Davis will case, in which Ingersoll had
been retained as counsel for the contestants, and which came to a
final trial at Butte, Mont., in September, received a considerable
share of his attention. This fact, however, despite the financial
importance of the case, and its intense interest, would have no
special claim to attention here did it not afford further evidence
of his versatility and his oratorical genius.

     The opposing counsel, Senator Sanders, begged the jury, in
effect, to beware of Ingersoll, whose oratory fittingly transcended
that of Greece in the time of Alexander, and who was famed for his
eloquence over two continents and in the islands of the sea. "The
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one of the members of the press who had heard the former's address
to the Jury; and he continued: "Where will one look for the like of
it? What other man living has the faculty of blending wit and
humor, pathos and fact and logic with such exquisite grace, or with
such impressive force? * * * To a modern audience, at least,
Demosthenes on the Crown would seem a pretty poor sort of affair by
the side of Ingersoll on the Davis will."

     But the address is even more remarkable, it seems to me, as
evidence of Ingersoll's versatility. Indeed, those who read it will
be slow in believing that its author was the same Ingersoll who has
thus far appeared in these pages. Its frigid deductions; its
astute, sleuth-like discovery and analysis of motive, and
corresponding synthesis of conduct; its confutations and
confoundings of chemical and chirographical experts; its majestic
rise on the ladder of logic, from the foundation of fact to the
dome of conclusion, using cause and effect for rounds -- these will
hang heavy on our credulity if we are to believe that they are of
the same soul that pictured on a sightless canvas the grandeur and
glory, the heroism, the cruelty, the despairing love, and the
pathos of war -- the same soul that burst into song at the
birthplace of Burns, and arched with a radiance that can never fail
nor fade the grave of a little child.

     In this case, which involved the disposition of many millions
of dollars, it was sought by the counsel for the proponent, John A.
Davis, to show, among other things, that a certain will was
genuine; that it was written by Job Davis, who was known and
acknowledged to have been a good penman, a correct speller, an
excellent scholar. Ingersoll, counsel for the contestants, believed
and sought to show, on the other hand, that the will in question
was not genuine, was not written by Job Davis, but was forged by
James R. Eddy, who was known and acknowledged to be a poor penman,
an incorrect speller, an ignorant man.

     Referring to the proponent's testimony that the will was
written by Job Davis, Ingersoll said: --

     "There is this beautiful peculiarity in nature -- a lie never
fits a fact, never. You only fit a lie with another lie, made for
the express purpose, because you can change a lie but you can't
change a fact, and after a while the time comes when the last lie
you tell has to be fitted to a fact, and right there is a bad
joint; consequently you must test the statements of people who say
they saw, not by what they say but by other facts, by the
surroundings, by what are called probabilities; by the naturalness
of the statement."

     As we read the following, we are apt to forget that we are
listening to one of the profoundest of logicians, and to fancy
ourselves back at one of the old-time "spelling-bees": --

     "Now, the next question is, was Job Davis a good speller? Let
us be honest about it. How delighted they would have been to show
that he was an ignorant booby. But their witnesses and our
witnesses both swear that he was the best speller in the
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a spelling match, after all had fallen on the field, after the
floor was covered with dead and wounded, Job Davis stood proudly
up, not having missed a word."

     After making many other telling references to the fact that
the will contained every evidence of ignorant authorship, he
continued: --

     "There are twenty words misspelled in this short will, and the
most common words, some of them, in the English language. Now, I
say that these misspelled words are twenty witnesses -- twenty
witnesses that tell the truth without being on their oath, and that
you cannot mix by cross-examination. Twenty witnesses! Every
misspelled word holds up its maimed and mutilated hand and swears
that Job Davis did not write that will -- every one. Suppose
witnesses had sworn that Judge Woolworth wrote this will. How many
Salt Creekers do you think it would take to convince you that he
went around spelling sheet 'sheat'?"

     Here Judge Woolworth, seeking to mitigate the orthographic
crime, interrupted with: --

     "I have done worse than that a great many times."

     Whereupon Ingersoll, as quick as light, retorted: --

     "You have acted worse than that, but you have never spelled
worse than that."

     No further witty interruptions of his address were attempted.

     Among the numerous misspellings and chirographic mistakes,
mistakes in punctuation, peculiarities and oddities, which tended
to show that the will was not written by Job Davis, but by James R.
Eddy, Ingersoll found the word "give" spelled "guive," and he said:

     "We have shown that Eddy was the poorest speller in the
business. Whenever they went to a spelling-match, at the first fire
he dropped; never outlived, I think, the first volley. And one man
by the name of Sharp distinctly recollects that they gave out a
sentence to be spelled: 'Give alms to the poor,' and Eddy had to
spell the first word, give; and he lugged in his 'u' with both ears
-- 'guive,' and he dropped dead the first fire. The man remembers
it because it is such a curious spelling of give; and if I had
heard anybody spell it with a 'u' when I was six years old it would
linger in my memory still."

     There is in the address another excellent example of
Ingersoll's acuteness, and of his method of reasoning from cause to
effect. Endeavoring to show that a Mr. Sconce signed the will after
some pinholes had been made in it, Ingersoll said: --

     "There is a thing about this will which, to my mind, is a
demonstration. * * * I find, and so do you find it in the second
initial of Sconce, in the letter 'C.' There are two punctures, and
you will find that exactly where the punctures are there is a
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capital first; in the small 'c' there is another puncture and
another disturbance of the line. Professor Elwell says that those
holes were made afterwards. Let's see. There is a hole, and there
is a splatter and a change of the line. There is another hole and
there is another change. There is another hole and there is yet
another change. What is natural? What is reasonable? What is
probable? Is it that the hole, being there, interrupted the pen,
and accounts for the diversion of the line, and for the splatter.
That is natural, isn't it? but they take the unnatural side. They
say that these holes were made after the writing. Would it not be
a miracle that just three holes should happen to strike just the
three places where there had been a division of the line and a
little spatter of the ink? Take up your table of logarithms and
figure away until you are blind, and such an accident could not
happen in as many thousand, billion, trillion, quintillion years as
you can express by figures."

     And again the same qualities, tinctured with wit: --

     "Professor Elwell accounts for all the dirt on this will by
perspiration, all on one side and made by the thumb, and although
there were four fingers under it at the same time, the fingers were
so contrary they wouldn't perspire. This left the thumb to do all
the sweating. I need not call him a professor of perspiration, for
that throws no light on the subject * * *."

     The last sentence is typical of Ingersoll in forensic
procedure. He excluded all "that throws no light on the subject."
He could afford to do this. Ingersoll the lawyer believed that it
was a lawyer's duty, whether prosecuting or defending, not to abuse
another lawyer, but to enlighten both the court and the jury upon
the testimony, just as Ingersoll the rationalistic reformer
believed that it was his duty to enlighten the great jury of the
public upon the testimony presented by theology and science. In
this very case, he had said: --

     "Now, let us be honest about this matter -- let us be fair. It
is not a personal quarrel between lawyers. I never quarrel with
anybody; my philosophy being that everybody does as he must, and if
he is in bad luck and does wrong, why, let us pity him, and if we
happen to have good luck, and take the path where roses bloom, why,
let us be joyful. That is my doctrine; no need of fighting about
these little things. They are all over in a little while anyway."

     And they were, even with the great soul who had thus spoken;
for this was on September 5, 1891.

     Although the jury failed to agree, thus compromising the case,
Ingersoll left the scene of forensic battle with the verdict of the
people in his favor, and without compromising with his conscience;
and this was worth more to him than complete victory in the Davis
will case, with the Davis millions added.

     He was in Helena during the early part of the preceding
February, when a committee of the state legislature waited upon and
informed him that Hon. Aaron C. Witter, the recently elected
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had died, leaving penniless two little girls, who would have been
in good circumstances but for their parents' charity to others. The
committee requested Ingersoll to lecture for the benefit of the two
orphans. He responded with that heartiness which had already passed
into tradition.' The repetition of Shakespeare netted $1,165,
Ingersoll purchasing a number of tickets for his own lecture.

     The Helena Harold of February 7, 1891, contained this
editorial comment: "'The greatest of the human race,' says Colonel
Ingersoll of the immortal Shakespeare. 'A greater than Shakespeare
is his panegyrist,' says a citizen who heard the Ingersoll lecture
last night."

                               4.

     During an interview which was published in The Sunday Union,
of New Haven. Conn., on April 10, 1881, Ingersoll was asked this
question: --

     "Is it a fact that there are thousands of clergymen in the
country whom you would fear to meet in fair debate?"

     He replied, among other things: --

     "No; the fact is I would like to meet them all in one."

     A Christian Sermon by Ingersoll, attacking, in writing, the
Christian doctrine of eternal punishment. and indorsing the human,
natural, joyful side of Christmas, which he declared was borrowed
from the pagan world, was published in the New York Evening
Telegram of December 19, 1891. This Sermon of less than five
hundred words seemed to have fully as great effect upon the
opposite rank and file of the church militant as The Crisis, by
Thomas Paine, had had upon the latter's own side among the
disheartened patriots of Washington's army. While The Crisis was
read, under the orders of Washington, at many a patriot campfire,
there is no record of its having been so read at the camp-fires of
the enemy. Not so with A Christmas Sermon. This was attacked with
great violence by the New York Christian Advocate, the editor of
which called upon the public to boycott the Evening Telegram. In
doing this, it was necessary for the Advocate to republish at least
the substance of the Sermon which, consequently, was read beside
thousands of Christian hearth-fires that it never would have
reached through the medium of the Telegram. The latter, stung by
such effrontery, -- by such a travesty of the freedom of the press,
-- promptly dared the Advocate to do its worst, and published, at
the same time, an answer from Ingersoll -- an answer which, again
like Paine's Crisis, "echoed throughout America."

     "The excitement produced by the resulting battle between the
brilliant orator and the distinguished champions of Christianity
who undertook to silence him has not been equalled in the history
of modern religious controversy. Thousands of newspapers, hundreds
of pulpits, and scores of societies have taken up the challenge to
Christianity thrown down by Colonel Ingersoll." Thus wrote one who
had followed the controversy from day to day. The clashing of
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venturesome knights of all the principal Christian creeds, and even
Buddhists, entering the arena. Before the close of this conflict,
five papers were called forth from the Great Agnostic, some of them
though lengthy, being remarkable for cogency and conciseness, as he
was obliged to conjoin in a single paper his replies to many
participants. At last, Ingersoll was indebted to the clergy. They
had helped him to realize his ideal of a debate as expressed ten
years before. He had met them "all in one"; and he was content to
have public intelligence determine the result.

                               5.

     Although Ingersoll was far from inactive, in either a literary
or an oratorical way, during the remainder of 1892, and although he
expressed many profound, lofty, and beautiful thoughts a single
production of the period mentioned, and that an oratorical
production, arrests our attention here. It does so, not because it
chances to be withal the supreme creation of the year, nor yet
because it contains passages that are, perhaps, equal to those of
his finer utterances of any other year, but because the nature of
its subject-matter demands for it a place in an adequate
biographical sketch.

     And here let me bring into the already crowed vista of these
pages another colossus in whom, it seems to me, every truly
appreciative Ingersollian, at least, should find much to admire and
love. Walt Whitman, unfathomable and unclassifiable mystic though
he was, possessed in generous measure many of the qualities that
have rendered the name of Ingersoll an inspiration and a precious
memory to millions of his fellows. Certainly none of the wide
dissimilarities often existing between the great could account for
the inseverable bond that united the hearts of the "Great Agnostic"
and the "Good Grey Poet." Nor could their mutual affection scarcely
be explained on the ground of intellectual or logical similitude.
The truth is, that each admired and loved the other, not so much
for his genius, however highly that was prized, but primarily --
chiefly -- for his manhood. Their affinity, although undoubtedly
both artistic and intellectual, was yet far more ethical in
character -- humanitarian, in the widest, noblest sense.

     To Whitman, Ingersoll was not only the ideal orator, but (to
quote Whitman's own words) "a man whose importance to the time
could not be over-figured: not literal importance, not
argumentative importance, not anti-theological-Republican-party
importance: but spiritual importance -- importance as a force, as
consuming energy -- a fiery blast for the new virtues, which are
only the old virtues done over for honest use again." And in
reference to the several great men who had manifested their loyalty
to him in his unique position as a poet, Whitman spoke of Ingersoll
as one of his best victories, since he was "one of the most
magnetically spontaneous men on the planet." "He is far, far deeper
than he is supposed to be, even by radicals," remarked the poet,
elsewhere; and he continued: "We get lots of deep-sea fruit out of
him." And again: "America don't know to-day how proud she ought to
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     To the latter, likewise, Whitman was not merely an iconoclast
in art and intellect, but a real radical, -- a genuine man, -- the
embodiment of a great ethical force. He was not simply a great
poet: he was the poet of individuality, of liberty, of democracy --
the master-singer of the Great Republic. His astronomic scope; his
dynamic power and limitless passion; his boundless charity,
sympathy and brotherly love; his emotion-born rhythms never
measured, but charged with mighty harmonies that lave the human
soul as do the murmurous and inconstant billows the lone rocks of
some desolate shore; his majestic poise and bearing; his scorn for
the "literary Lilliputians "; and even his iconoclastic forms and
methods in poetic art, Ingersoll lovingly praised and ardently
championed.

     But, unreservedly loyal as was the latter in all this, he was
even more steadfast in the far less intellectually exacting office
of "counselor and friend." During those many years when Whitman and
death "were near neighbors," Ingersoll, still buoyant with health
and life, was to the venerable poet as an attentive and
affectionate son. If in any hour of need the orator could not be
near to sustain and reassure with his magnetic presence the aged
poet, some inimitable word of love and cheer would come in stead.
When, for example, on May 31, 1889, Camden paid its "compliment" to
him who was known and loved of all, -- however high, however low,
-- Ingersoll telegraphed from New York: "Am confined to my house by
illness, and regret that I can't be with you to-day. Give my more
than regards to Walt Whitman, who has won such a splendid victory
over the 'granitic pudding-heads' of the world. He is a genuine
continental American." Not only the poet himself, but his friends,
fared far better on the corresponding date of the next year, -- his
seventy-first birthday; for "Ingersoll got over" and, at a dinner
at Reisser's, in Philadelphia, "impromptued across the table to
Whitman for fifty-five minutes in a speech which Whitman thought
the most consummate piece of oratory he had ever enjoyed."

     [NOTE: "Afterwards, sitting opposite Whitman, he (Ingersoll)
held a long discussion with him on immortality, the orator finding
no evidence for it, and the poet asserting it with a tenacious
instinct. Reporters scribbling shorthand notes while the two
celebrities debated."]

     But this oratorical standard of the "Good Grey Poet" was not
long to endure; for, on October 21st, less than five months later,
he was to hear the same orator with a far wider scope, and under
more inspiring conditions, -- conditions which, moreover, would
again make him, of all the eager listeners, the most deeply
concerned.

     For, although imbued with respect, and even the tenderest
reverence, for the hope of recompense and recognition for all in
another world, Ingersoll believed that the individual's qualities
and achievements, and especially those of genius, should be
recognized in this. "Let us put wreaths on the brows of the
living," he would say. This he resolved to do in the case of
Whitman. He would lecture in Philadelphia, and, incidentally 
applying the principle of mercenary benevolence, which he had found
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inevitably generous proceeds, help to smooth the remaining way for
him who had wiped the death-damp from the unknown soldier's brow,
and breathed a threnody worthy of the martyred Lincoln. But when
the Great Agnostic applied, in the City of Brotherly Love, for the
use of the most commodious (and therefore most suitable) place for
the purpose, the Broad Street Academy-Hall, the theological
prejudice of its management was matched with their pity for the
poet who had long since reached the stage "where palsy shakes a
few, sad, last grey hairs"; and Ingersoll was scornfully refused.

     [NOTE: "Ingersoll never did anything but good-naturedly refer
to this event. Several years later I mentioned to him the story
current here, to the effect that Alfred Baker had had some
superstition in connection with a terrific storm which arose during
the evening of Ingersoll's last lecture in the academy. In writing
me, Ingersoll handled the matter humorously, as was his practice:
'I am not surprised at the reason Baker had for shutting me out of
the Academy. Superstition has nothing to do with common sense. Even
Sencea, the philosopher, talked of several kinds of thunder --
among others the thunder of warning. So you see that Rome and
Philadelphia are on a par.' And concluding the letter, he said:
'May you live long and prosper, and may you at last civilize the
directors of the Academy of Music.'"] 

     The use of Horticultural Hall was permitted, however; and
Ingersoll's "Testimonial to Walt Whitman" enabled the latter to
realize nearly nine hundred dollars.

     [NOTE: "The poet had been wheeled on the stage in an invalid's
chair, and at the conclusion of Ingersoll's fervid oratory the bard
said a few words of thanks to the audience. Then he was wheeled
back to a half-lighted hotel dining-room, where he sat late with
Ingersoll, munching a little bread dipped in champagne and talking
about Death. He had never been more picturesque." -- Walt Whitman:
His Life and Work. By Bliss Perry.]

     But the insignificance of this or any other sum, in comparison
with the rest that the testimonial enabled him to realize, was
probably never known to any one else than Whitman. For, to be
appreciated by even the unlettered would have been a pleasure; to
be appreciated by the literary mediocrities would have been
satisfaction; but to be analyzed, understood, accepted,
interpreted, justified, and finally canonized, by genius itself,
must have been paradise. And all this, in his lengthy address
entitled Liberty in Literature, Ingersoll surely did with
consummate mastery. He touched the secret, not only of Whitman's
poetry, but of all poetry. Indeed, those will do but meager justice
to Ingersoll's aesthetic knowledge and critical power who fail to
examine with care the laurel-wreath of eloquence which he so
lovingly placed upon the brow of the aged author of Leaves of
Grass."

     The evening of the last meeting between Ingersoll and
Whitman," write the latter's biographers, "was a sad one. * * *
While Ingersoll was outwardly cheerful he realized that Whitman's
stream of life ran low. But the two big men had their talk out and
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     Some important affairs of Ingersoll's ever-crowded life
required his presence, near the end of March, far away in Toronto,
Canada; and it was there that the electric current, which has done
so much to consummate the living death of modern poets, brought to
him the news of the actual death of Walt Whitman.

     So when the former reached the little cottage in Mickle
Street, Camden, on March 30th, he found that the hour was growing
late; that the "common folk" whom Whitman had loved, and who loved
in turn, -- now even more than in life, -- the soldier-nurse and
singer of "Chants Democratic," had already been and departed: there
were cheap flowers, moist with dearer tears, and tears alone that
were dearer still, on the plain oak casket. But thousands of the
more cultured had gathered out in Harleigh Cemetery, where Whitman,
in life, had wished to rest in death; and there, in the presence of
those who would perhaps more clearly understand, if they did not
more keenly mourn and sympathize, the great orator might fulfil the
last sad office, -- the last sad promise, -- of a deep and sacred
friendship. For it was the expressed wish of Whitman, that
Ingersoll, who, as we have seen, had already placed a wreath' on
the brow of the living,' should place the wreath on the brow of the
dead.

     How gracefully did the orator's first words blend the candor
of his lifelong philosophy with his admiration for the silent poet!

     "My Friends: Again we, in the mystery of life, are brought
face to face with the mystery of Death. A great man, a great
American, the most eminent citizen of this Republic, lies dead
before us, and we have met to pay a tribute to his greatness and
his worth."

     It would be obviously inexpedient to present here the whole of
this memorable tribute. We can only examine particular passages as
we proceed. In so doing, let us see if any reader will fail to
pause in silent awe and admiration, as before a painting by Angelo,
at this portrait of the author of Leaves of Grass: --

     "He was built on a broad and splendid plan -- ample, without
appearing to have limitations -- passing easily for a brother of
mountains and seas and constellations; caring nothing for the
little maps and charts with which timid pilots hug the shore, but
giving himself freely with recklessness of genius to winds and
waves and tides; caring for nothing as long as the stars were above
him. He walked among men, among writers, among verbal varnished and
veneerers, among literary milliners and tailors, with the
unconscious majesty of an antique god."

     He was the poet of life and love, -- the poet of the natural.
"He was not only the poet of democracy, not only the poet of the
Great Republic, but he was the poet of the human race." And,
finally, "he was the poet of Death." But "he was, above all things,
a man; and above genius, above all the snow-capped peaks of
intelligence, above all art, rises the true man."

     Conscious of Whitman's imperfections and limitations,
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deficiencies of the "Good Grey Poet," Ingersoll yet had the poetic
instinct, insight, and understanding, -- the mental amplitude, --
to declare of him: --

     "He has uttered more supreme words than any writer of our
century, possibly of almost any other"

And: --

     "He wrote a liturgy for mankind; he wrote a great and splendid
psalm of life, and he gave to us the gospel of humanity -- the
greatest gospel that can be preached."

     Of the poet's serenity at the approach of death, he said: --

     "He never lost his hope. When the mists filled the valleys, he
looked upon the mountain tops, and when the mountains in darkness
disappeared, he fixed his gaze upon the stars.

     "In his brain were the blessed memories of the day, and in his
heart were mingled the dawn and dusk of life.

     "He was not afraid; he was cheerful every moment. The laughing
nymphs of day did not desert him. They remained that they might
clasp the hands and greet with smiles the veiled and silent sisters
of the night. And when they did come. Walt Whitman stretched his
hand to them. On one side were the nymphs of the day, and on the
other the silent sisters of the night, and so, hand in hand,
between smiles and tears, he reached his journey's end.

     "From the frontier of life, from the western wave-kissed
shore, he sent us messages of content and hope, and these messages
seem now like strains of music blown by the 'Mystic Trumpter' from
Death's pale realm."

     After listening to this deep and soulful melody, this almost
lyrical sweetness, how can we but declare, as did Keats in the
summer moonlight, -- the fragrant air tremulous with the song of
the nightingale: "Now more than ever seems it rich to die"?

     And yet Ingersoll, adding still further from the depths of
affection, of pathos, -- of beauty, -- terms his tribute a "little
wreath": --

     "And so I lay this little wreath upon this great man's tomb.
I loved him living, and I love him still."

     It may be a little wreath. Surely Ingersoll must have known.
But who, I ask, shall garland the tomb of him who wove it?



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