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MEMORIAL 
 
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MEMORIAL 
 
 JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY 
 
 FROM THE 
 
 CITY OF BOSTON 
 
 'Come, workers, here was a teacher, and the lesson lie taught was good; 
 There are no classes or races, but one human brotherhood." 
 
 John Boyle O'Reilly 
 
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CITY OF BOSTON. 
 
 In Common Council, January 1, 1891. 
 
 Ordered, — That the Superintendent of Printing he and hereby is ordered 
 to have printed and distributed pro rata among members of the Common 
 Council of 1890, fifteen hundred copies of the Memorial of John Boyle 
 O'Heili.y ; the expense thereof to he charged to the Common Council 
 Contingent Fund. 
 
 Passed in Common Council, January 1, 1891. 
 
 Approved by the Mayor, January 3, 1891. 
 
 A true copy. 
 
 Attest: JOSEPH O'KANE, 
 
 Clerk of the Common Council. 
 
DEATH OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
DEATH OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 John Boyle O'Reilly, the Irish patriot, the poet, and 
 humanity's friend, as he may be styled, passed away suddenly 
 at his summer residence in the town of Hull, Mass., on the 
 morning of August 10, 1890. 
 
 Seldom has a death occurred in our midst that has more 
 strongly affected our citizens and the community at large, or 
 has excited such wide-spread interest and sympathy, as that of 
 John Boyle O'Reilly. 
 
 Although not a public man in the commonly received sense 
 of the term, he had by his fine character, his brilliant literary 
 talents, and his romantic history made for himself innumerable 
 friends and admirers, and achieved a fame of which any man 
 might well be proud. 
 
 His sudden death, without the premonition of disease or 
 serious illness, had, as has been stated, a very marked effect 
 upon the community, and was made the occasion of an expres- 
 sion of sorrow and regret, which for its unanimity and extent 
 was wonderful and almost unprecedented. Societies and asso- 
 ciations, the press, and all classes, without distinction of sect 
 or creed, united in testifying to the worth and nobility of 
 character of the dead patriot and poet, and to the extent of the 
 loss which his death had occasioned. 
 
 Acting in accord with the sentiment so widely expressed, 
 His Honor Mayor Hart and a large number of our leading 
 
12 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 citizens made arrangements for a meeting at Tremont Temple, 
 to take place on the second of September, where an oppor- 
 tunity might be afforded for a public eulogy of the deceased, 
 and definite steps might be taken to establish a lasting 
 memorial of his life and character. 
 
MEETING IN TREiWONT TEMPLE. 
 
MEETING IN TREMONT TEMPLE. 
 
 The request received by His Honor the Mayor to call a 
 meeting of citizens in Tremont Temple was in the following- 
 form : — 
 
 Hon. Thomas N. Hart, Mayor: — 
 
 The undersigned respectfully request you to call 
 a meeting of the citizens of Boston, to take appropri- 
 ate action upon the death of our late fellow-citizen, 
 John Boyle O'Reilly. 
 
 CHARLES H. TAYLOR, FRANCIS A. WALKER, 
 
 JOHN H. HOLMES, PATRICK DONAHOE, 
 
 ' PATRICK A. COLLINS, ROBERT F. CLARK, 
 
 JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE, CHARLES F. DONNELLY, 
 
 ROBERT GRANT, ASA P. POTTER, 
 
 THOMAS B. FITZ. 
 
 Boston, August 21, 1890. 
 
 In response to the foregoing request His Honor the Mayor 
 issued the following call : — 
 
 The citizens of Boston are requested to meet in 
 Tremont Temple on Tuesday evening, September 2, 
 
16 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 1890, at eight o'clock, to give expression to the loss 
 
 sustained by all our people in the death of John 
 
 Boyle O'Reilly, and to take appropriate action 
 
 thereon. 
 
 THOMAS N. HART. 
 
 August 22, 1890. 
 
 At the appointed hour for the meeting an immense crowd 
 had gathered in front of Tremont Temple. 
 
 They were the Irish-American and the Anglo-American and 
 the Afric-American, in short, the people, — the people whom 
 John Boyle O'Reilly had loved and loyally served, — and 
 they were gathered together to do honor to John Boyle 
 O'Reilly's memory. 
 
 It was an eager, but a patient and good-tempered multitude, 
 and once the doors were opened, it flowed in almost noise- 
 lessly, mounting from the floor to the very last rows of the 
 upper gallery, like a high tide. 
 
 Meantime, the guests invited to the platform had taken their 
 places, and when Mayor Hart, Chairman Charles Levi Wood- 
 bury, and the other speakers appeared, there was not a vacant 
 place in tbe vast auditorium. 
 
 The guests included the rectors of all the city churches, and 
 many priests, personal friends of Mr. O'Reilly, from out of 
 town. There were also the presidents of the Charitable Irish 
 Society, the St. Botolph Club, the Papyrus Club, the Catholic 
 Union, the Athletic Club, many prominent State and City 
 officials and representative citizens of every ancestry and creed. 
 
 Over the platform was a fine crayon portrait of John Boyle 
 O'Reilly, flanked by the Stars and Stripes and the Irish flag. 
 
 Mayor Hart, who was received with hearty and prolonged 
 applause, called the meeting to order as follows : — 
 
MEETING IN" TKEMONT TEMPLE. 17 
 
 MAYOR HART'S ADDRESS. 
 
 Ladies and Gentlemen: We are met to honor all 
 that was good and true and brave in John Boyle 
 O'Reilly. When asked to call this public meeting for 
 such a purpose, your Mayor could not but entertain the 
 wish of so many citizens. 
 
 Mr. O'Reilly illustrated, I think, the principle of true 
 Americanism: he stood for equality. 
 
 Personally, he has been thought rash. I have not 
 always agreed with him, but his integrity has never 
 been doubted; and the people, who do not confide 
 easily, confided in him, because he truly believed what 
 he sang in the most splendid of all his poems, at Ply- 
 mouth, that 
 
 " The people may be trusted with their own." 
 
 It is easy to stand for equal rights when we are not 
 to be the losers. John Boyle O'Reilly stood up for 
 equal rights when he had reached a high station and 
 wealth. In the height of his power he proclaimed the 
 good American doctrine that 
 
 " There are no classes or races, but one human brotherhood; 
 There are no creeds to be outlawed, no colors of skin debarred ; 
 Mankind is one in its rights and wrongs, — one right, one hope, one 
 
 guard , — 
 The right to be free, and the hope to be just, and the guard against 
 
 selfish greed." 
 
 Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the presiding 
 officer of this meeting. 
 
18 MEMORIAL OF JOHN" BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 Mayor Hart then gracefully introduced the Chairman of the 
 evening, Hon. Charles Levi Woodbury. 
 
 REMARKS OF HON. CHARLES LEVI WOODBURY. 
 
 It is apparent in the faces of all before me, the 
 spontaneous feeling of the heart that has called to- 
 gether this assemblage to-night in these vast numbers 
 to pay a tribute of our respect and a token of our af- 
 fection and esteem for the great and good man whose 
 untimely death we deplore. For twenty years he has 
 been among us, one of us, toiling in his daily toil, re- 
 joicing in his -hours of festivity and mirth, attending 
 to all the duties of a citizen, and all' the duties of a 
 man. We knew, we felt him, and he grew to what he 
 was amidst us ; we saw the whole of it, and we recog- 
 nized the brightness of his career, the fulness of his 
 mind, and the lofty heights to which he reached. I 
 would speak to you particularly of him as a citizen of 
 the United States. He came here, and his first step 
 upon landing on these shores was to embrace the 
 opportunity of becoming a naturalized citizen. The 
 principles of our Constitution, and the principles 
 which mark our social life, the freedom, the order, 
 the method, the rewards of industry, all broke upon 
 his mind, and cheered and enchanted him with 
 American institutions. 
 
 Had he been George Washington, Sam Adams, or 
 John Hancock, he could not have loved more the in- 
 
MEETING IN TKEMONT TEMPLE. 19 
 
 stitutions of America than these great statesmen loved 
 that which they had created and which they saw 
 around them. We feel so much for him as a citi- 
 zen that Ave almost forget he was born in another 
 clime. He assimilated himself so perfectly amongst 
 us that we hardly turned to remember that he came 
 to us an exile, a fugitive, a man whom the oppressors 
 of Great Britain had tried to brand as a felon, and 
 to put the mark of ignominy upon him, because he 
 was a patriot and loved his people. 
 
 The same spirit which actuated Sam Adams and 
 John Hancock and all our great revolutionary sires 
 when they rose to arms, burned within his breast, 
 when, as a boy, he threw his life, his fortune, and his 
 future into the cause of Ireland. They succeeded, and 
 he failed, but was not crushed. I am reminded, too, 
 of a marked and striking similarity between him and 
 Lafayette. Lafayette threw his young sword and his 
 boyhood, here, into the cause of liberty; O'Reilly did 
 the same, not in Ireland, but for the liberty of Ireland. 
 
 Lafayette, in his struggle for the liberty of France, 
 was captured and made a prisoner, and an effort was 
 made to crush out his young life and to crush out lib- 
 erty with him. Boyle O'Reilly, under similar circum- 
 stances, was made a prisoner in Australia for the 
 same effort and the same purpose. Both escaped 
 from prison, and I am proud to say that both owed 
 to America the effort and organization that enabled 
 them to escape. O'Reilly had a frank and genial 
 
20 MEMORIAL OF JOHK BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 manner. He was true and loyal, tried and true al- 
 ways, and people learned to love him, — not only a 
 class, but all classes. The rough and the polished, 
 the poor and the rich, the Irishman and the Ameri- 
 can, all warmed to Boyle O'Reilly, and their hearts 
 cling to him. It may be said that here, in free 
 America, he founded an empire of love, an empire 
 where no taxes were levied, where no offices were 
 distributed, where no honors were scattered. 
 
 Among those who have lived for humanity, who 
 have lived for their country, who have lived for their 
 people, who have lived for their religious creed and 
 their friendships, whose broad humane hearts have 
 been able to tolerate distinctions and difference of 
 politics and creed, so long as they were honest and 
 not offensive, the personality of John Boyle O'Reilly 
 will stand prominent from generation to generation; 
 and, as time passes away, the same halo, the same 
 reverence which is accorded to our revolutionary sires, 
 who threw off the yoke, will be given to the name of 
 John Boyle O'Reilly. God grant that it may be men- 
 tioned beneath the free flag of Ireland, by the free 
 voices of her native citizens. I came here to-night 
 to preside at your meeting, not to address you; there 
 are those who know him more intimately, who have 
 been thrown, perhaps, more intimately with him than 
 I have, who can speak to you of him in closer and 
 warmer and dearer terms, though I yield to none of 
 them in my friendship for the deceased. 
 
MEETING IN TREMONT TEMPLE. 21 
 
 REMARKS OF THE VERY REV. WILLIAM BYRNE, D.D., V.G. 
 
 This immense assembly, filling this spacious temple, 
 is itself a proof that we have come together to do 
 honor to the memory of an extraordinary man. The 
 man is John Boyle O'Reilly, whose untimely death 
 we mourn, and whose departure is a loss to Ireland 
 and America, and to humanity. 
 
 John Boyle O'Reilly was a many-sided person- 
 age. His character presented many phases to the 
 public eye. A natural humanitarian, he was a 
 Christian philanthropist. He was an Irish patriot 
 and an American citizen. He was a true poet and 
 an instructive public lecturer, a successful journalist 
 and a patron of art, and an authority in athletic- 
 games. 
 
 "While it is my privilege to allude to these various 
 attributes of the departed, it is my duty to leave the 
 treatment of them in detail to the speakers that are to 
 follow me. Representing the Catholic clergy of this 
 city, I will confine myself to an estimate of the man 
 and his services to the Catholic Church. These 
 services were many and very great, but to fully 
 appreciate them we must call to mind some of his 
 personal characteristics, for his most valuable services 
 were the result of the influence these gave him. His 
 abilities were as varied as his career was chequered 
 and romantic. The halo of martyrdom in the cause 
 of popular liberty was about his head. His engaging 
 
22 MEMORIAL OE JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 personality, genial soul, and mental alertness won for 
 him hosts of friends in all ranks of society. He was 
 an original thinker, and a deep student of everything 
 that had a bearing on human life and happiness. To 
 converse with him was not merely an intellectual treat, 
 it was an invigorating mental tonic. It stimulated 
 thought and suggested new ideas ; it put one on his 
 mettle to follow where he led, and to keep pace with 
 the rapid movement of his mind. 
 
 He was at home with all sorts of men, and had 
 bright ideas on diverse subjects. He discussed meta- 
 physics with Harvard professors, art and literature 
 with a Holmes, a Hosmer, or a Higginson, social 
 problems with Wendell Phillips, ecclesiastical polity 
 with priests and bishops, and the value of hereditary 
 traits and aptitudes with the Adamses, Winthrops, 
 Saltonstalls, Shattucks, and Woodburys. 
 
 He was something of a philosophic statesman, but 
 very little of a politician. 
 
 And yet his popularity was so great, that had he 
 chosen to accept public office, he could have aimed 
 high with success, without the aid of the arts of 
 practical politics. He would no more deign to flatter 
 the populace than to cringe to power, or fawn upon 
 tyrants. It was a privilege to know John Boyle 
 O'Reilly, and an honor to be counted among his 
 friends. 
 
 Without any credentials save his own genius and 
 sterling character, he rapidly won his way to universal 
 
MEETING ENT TREMONT TEMPLE. 23 
 
 recognition in this city. His fame as a poet soon 
 became national, and finally coextensive with the 
 domain of the English language. He made friends 
 without conscious effort, and often without even in- 
 tending it. 
 
 His domestic life developed the more tender qualities 
 of his nature and the deeper emotions of the heart. 
 He was a devoted husband and a model father of a 
 family. It was my privilege to know intimately the 
 domestic side of his life, because I was for years his 
 pastor. Apart from this fact, there were certain 
 natural reasons why we took kindly to each other. 
 
 We were both Irishmen in a strange land, — he an 
 exile perforce, I an emigrant, seemingly of my own 
 free will, but really driven from home by the results 
 of landlord exaction and bad laws. "We were both 
 born about the same time and in the same county, 
 almost in the same parish, in full view of the royal 
 hill of Tara, beside the historic River Boyne, whose 
 banks are studded with the monuments of Ireland's 
 golden age of nationhood and religion. The crumbling 
 castle of Irish chieftain or Saxon lord, the Danish rath, 
 the round tower, the huge Celtic stone cross, the ivy- 
 mantled ruins of church and cloister, school and abbey, 
 are found in its vicinity. The daily contemplation of 
 these historic scenes awakened in us common senti- 
 ments of patriotism and religion. From our doors 
 we could see the croppies' mound, the grave of the 
 men who died for Ireland in '98, and the Hill of Slane 
 
24 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 on which St. Patrick lighted that Easter fire that 
 proved the morning star of Christianity to Ireland. 
 
 When we were boys the patriotic fervor aroused in 
 men's minds by the O'Connell agitation had not so far 
 lost its force as to leave no impress on our youthful 
 souls. Our patriotic enthusiasm was aroused even in 
 our school days, by reading the history of our country 
 and the speeches and writings of the leaders of the 
 Young Ireland Party, Gavan Duffy, Smith O'Brien, 
 and Thomas Francis Meagher. 
 
 Our youthful imagination was fed with the poetic 
 fire of Tom Moore, Davis, Mangan, and Speranza. 
 The political ferment and upheaval of 1848, coming to 
 us as a recent history, was not without its influence. 
 In 1853 we were old enough to take an intelligent 
 interest in the Tenant Right League, so ably con- 
 ducted by Gavan Duffy, Sherman Crawford, and 
 Frederic Lucas, and so wofully wrecked by the treach- 
 ery of Sadlier and Keough. On the failure of the Ten- 
 ant Eight movement, I left Ireland, but John Boyle 
 O'Reilly became a leading spirit in the futile effort 
 of the Fenians to wrest from England by force what 
 she refused to yield to persuasion. In this Fenian 
 episode, his fiery zeal for the freedom of Ireland out- 
 ran the slow-footed prudence of older politicians and 
 clerical conservatism. In this critical time he never 
 swerved in his loyalty to the Church of his Fathers. 
 He was a splendid illustration of the kinship that 
 exists between patriotism and religion, and showed 
 
MEETING IN TEEMONT TEMPLE 25 
 
 that love of Holy Church and love of country can go 
 hand in hand. 
 
 It is no wonder that, with these common sources 
 of feeling and bonds of sympathy, we should have 
 become bosom friends as soon as we met and knew 
 each other in this country. I used to think that 
 O'Reilly had a special affection for me. Hundreds 
 of other friends of his, I have no doubt, flattered 
 themselves with the same notion; nor were they far 
 wrong. O'Reilly was quick to discern whatever was 
 good in the characteristics of each, and honored it with 
 a corresponding regard. If not a king among men, he 
 had some royal prerogatives, and one of these was the 
 faculty of making each of his friends feel that he held 
 him in special affection. 
 
 These qualities in our friend were the source of that 
 influence that enabled him to render such valuable ser- 
 vices to his country and his church. He was a con- 
 servative force in Irish political agitations, and on 
 more than one occasion he reconciled warring factions 
 at critical junctures in the Land League and Home 
 Rule movements. He was a bond of union, harmo- 
 nizing conflicting policies. 
 
 He was a Roman Catholic in religion. He was 
 Catholic in faith, because he gave the assent of his 
 will to all the truths of religion made known to him 
 by reason, revelation, and the teaching of the church 
 which he knew was founded by Christ. He was a 
 Roman Catholic, because he accepted the Bishop of 
 
26 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 Rome as the divinely ordained head of that Church, 
 and the ultimate judge in all disputed questions of 
 faith or morals. 
 
 He knew the limits of human intelligence, and the 
 fallibility of reason in the domain of religion, and was 
 content to rest his faith on well-authenticated revela- 
 tion, made through divinely appointed channels. His 
 mind was too sane to rebel against these limitations, 
 and too pious to blame the Creator for not making 
 man perfect. Hence, he was free from that intellect- 
 ual pride and self-sufficiency which impel some men 
 to try to hew out for themselves a pathway in the 
 mysterious regions of religion, and to invent a way 
 of salvation all their own. 
 
 His open profession of faith in the Catholic relig- 
 ion was of great service to the church in this coun- 
 try. It showed once more what has so often been 
 demonstrated, that great mental endowments and in- 
 tellectual freedom are not incompatible with Catholic 
 faith. The integrity of his life and character, moulded 
 and sustained as they were by the moral precepts of 
 the Catholic religion, helped in some measure to break 
 down that dead wall of prejudice that unhappily 
 divides Catholics from their fellow-citizens of other 
 creeds. Without being learned in scholastic theol- 
 ogy, he had a thorough knowledge of the substance 
 of sound doctrine. He had the faculty of discerning 
 the true and detecting the false in matters of doctrine, 
 which is almost an instinct in those born and bred in 
 
MEETING IN TREMONT TEMPLE. 27 
 
 the Catholic Church. He devoted many of the solitary 
 hours of his prison life to studying Catholic doctrine. 
 
 He was a prudent and able defender of the Church. 
 In his own way, and by methods open to every intelli- 
 gent layman, he vindicated the claims of the Catholic 
 Church to the loyal adhesion of her own children, and 
 the respectful attention and thoughtful consideration 
 of those beyond her fold. By availing himself of her 
 sacraments, regularly attending divine worship in her 
 churches, and profiting by her ministration of the 
 Divine Word, he strengthened his own faith, kept 
 the integrity of his moral character intact, and set 
 a beautiful and powerful example. 
 
 On suitable occasions he explained to honest in- 
 quirers, and to the public at large, true doctrines of 
 the Catholic Church, and cleared them from the false 
 coloring sometimes given to them by ignorance or 
 malice. He never courted conflict or wantonly pro- 
 voked attack. 
 
 He was eminently a man of peace, and heartily de- 
 tested all sectarian strife. When duty involved him 
 in the irrepressible conflict between the Catholic 
 Church and the sects, he faced the enemy with 
 courage, and fought out the good fight with vigor 
 and skill. 
 
 In controversy he was an honorable antagonist. 
 He never delivered a foul blow or struck a fallen foe. 
 lie carried into the arena the noble manliness of 
 the Greek athlete, and the Christian chivalry of the 
 
28 MEMORIAL OE JOHJST BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 mediaeval knight. If his adversary was so ignoble 
 as to resort to means unworthy of honorable warfare, 
 he withdrew from the field, preferring to be accounted 
 vanquished rather than be defiled by contact with 
 anything that was base or vile. As soon as a con- 
 troversy became a vehicle for bitter recrimination or 
 personal abuse he excluded it from the columns of 
 " The Pilot," which he edited with such ability and 
 success. 
 
 He preferred to loot at the bright side of things 
 and the good that is in every man, and thus kept his 
 soul at peace with all men, his temper sweet, and his 
 mind serene. He saw and sung what was good in 
 the Pilgrim of Plymouth Rock, the Puritan of Salem, 
 the Virginia planter, and the Maryland colonist. He 
 was singularly clear-sighted in the discernment of 
 character, and hence the friends that he took into his 
 confidence were always worthy of him, and remained 
 loyal to the end. During his American career he was 
 a potent force in Irish politics, one of the earliest pro- 
 moters of the Land League agitation, a steady friend 
 of the Home Rule movement, and a firm believer in 
 the ultimate success of the Parnell Parliamentary 
 Party. 
 
 He loved America and her institutions, but his 
 heart was in Ireland. In spite of his bright prospects 
 in this country, he told me some years ago that 
 the dearest wish of his heart was to return to his 
 native place by the River Boyne, and there edit a 
 
MEETING LN TREMONT TEMPLE. 29 
 
 journal that would wield a powerful influence in 
 shaping - the future of Ireland and contributing to 
 her prosperity. 
 
 I am proud to be numbered among his friends, and 
 much pleased to assist at this memorial meeting. 
 
 I am glad of the privilege of being allowed to pay 
 this slight tribute to .his worth, and to do honor to his 
 memory. Now that he is lost to us, Ave begin more 
 fully to realize what a space he filled in our lives and 
 in the community, and what a valuable treasure he 
 was. His influence will long remain among us active 
 for good. The charitable institutions he helped to 
 found or foster will remain memorials of his goodness 
 of heart and his love of humanity. 
 
 As a man we esteemed him; as a fellow-Catholic we 
 are proud of him; as a patriot we applaud him; as a 
 poet we admire him ; but as a friend we love him. 
 
 REMARKS OF COL. CHARLES H. TAYLOR. 
 
 Mr. Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen: I have 
 come here to-night as a journalist to pay my tribute 
 to the memory of one who was a strong man in my 
 profession in the good old city of Boston. I wish 
 that I had the eloquence possessed by so many men 
 of his race, that, with all the grace and dignity and 
 fire of oratory, I might say what I feel and tell what 
 I knew and appreciated in John Boyle O'Reilly. As 
 orators, however, are born and not made, and I am 
 
30 MEMOEIAL OF JOHN" BOYLE O'REILLT. 
 
 not of them, I can but do my part in this magnificent 
 demonstration by a brief, simple talk, none the less 
 heartfelt because I cannot express myself as the 
 occasion demands. I hope to be able, however, to 
 contribute a thought or two to this grand testimonial 
 to a citizen of Boston, for it is one which has rarely 
 been equalled, and never surpassed in my recollec- 
 tion. 
 
 As you are well aware, men go forward in groups 
 in a community, and twenty years ago I was among 
 a large number of ambitious and industrious young 
 men who were just beginning the battle of life in 
 this city. Some of these young men were in the 
 ministry, some in law, some in medicine, some in 
 journalism, some in business, some in mechanics — 
 all endeavoring to get on in life as best they 
 could. 
 
 Most of them were sons of workingmen. They 
 were proud of that fact then, and those of them 
 especially who have had any success are prouder still 
 of it to-night. I say this emphatically; for if thei'e 
 is a proud moment in the life of a man who starts 
 from a humble home and makes a winning fight, it 
 is when he lays his laurels at the feet of his dear old 
 father; or, better yet, in the lap of his dear old 
 mother, whose care and prayers were perhaps all she 
 had to give him, if perchance, before success is fully 
 assured, the forget-me-nots are blossoming above that 
 mother's grave, the hope that perhaps in the spirit- 
 
MEETIXG EST TREMOXT TEMPLE. 31 
 
 land she can realize that her care and prayers were 
 not in vain, gives a thrill of joy and satisfaction 
 which no earthly success can ever equal. 
 
 How well do I remember the bright, fresh-faced 
 young man who came among us twenty years ago, 
 made his entry into Boston journalism, and joined the 
 group of which I have spoken. Need I tell you how 
 welcome he was then, or how with his joyoiis and 
 buoyant nature and his contagious helpfulness he 
 cheered on every one of the group during the twenty 
 years he Avas with us. It is hardly necessary ; you 
 who knew him so well need not be told what a 
 delightful comrade he was, or what an inspiration he 
 proved at times to the weary and the heavy-laden, 
 when the battle seemed well-nigh hopeless. Many of 
 those young men have made signal triumphs in 
 different lines of work, and some of them are here 
 to-night. It seems to me, however, that, in a large 
 and broad sense, of all the group, John Boyle 
 O'Reilly made the most conspicuous and gratifying 
 success, especially from a journalistic and literary 
 point of view. 
 
 And this was true. When some men succeed, 
 others with a like measure of prosperity, or with a 
 little more or a little less, are frequently jealous when 
 one of their number stands out prominently, even 
 when the achievement is deserving. No man was 
 ever jealous of John Boyle O'Reilly. On the con- 
 trary, all were delighted with the position attained 
 
32 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'RELLLY. 
 
 by this large-hearted, generous soul — this manly 
 man among manly men. 
 
 It has been said that he died too young. How 
 true that seems to us, and how it proves that death 
 loves a shining mark. How many times upon the 
 battlefield and in our every-day life at home death 
 has called for the best, when it has seemed to us 
 Ave could have named others who might have been 
 better spared. 
 
 I once stood by the bier of a friend of mine who 
 died at exactly the age at which John Boyle O'Reilly 
 left us. The clergyman told us that the man died 
 of overwork. In a limited sense he was right ; in a 
 broader view he was radically Avrong. 
 
 One of the most curious things to me in human 
 nature is to notice the way in which men wake up at 
 maturity and show the qualities with which they are 
 endowed. From out of the ranks of many thou- 
 sands of men of ordinary capacity comes a rare man. 
 He has ambition, industry, application, persistency, 
 genius. He seems to carry two hundred pounds of 
 steam where the ordinary man has one pound. He 
 works day and night with a force and with an 
 impulse Avhich the ordinary man never feels, never 
 realizes, and can scarcely comprehend. He knows 
 he is working too hard, and that he cannot last; but 
 he can no more halt than the water can cease to 
 flow over the Falls of Niagara. The pages of 
 history, all through the ages, are dotted with achieve- 
 
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 meats of men of his class. They cannot stop if they 
 would; they would not if they could. Why it is, 
 no man can determine; and we can only believe that 
 God in his infinite wisdom has designed that every 
 man must work out his destiny with the ability and 
 with the impetus which he finds in his sonl. 
 
 John Boyle O'Reilly was one of those rare, ambi- 
 tious, active, industrious, zealous, enthusiastic men 
 who had a great deal of work to do in this world. 
 He forged ahead at a pace which seemed to indicate 
 that he realized that he was not to have a long life 
 in which to accomplish it. We say that he died 
 under fifty. When we consider how he worked for 
 his native land, how he toiled in journalism and in 
 literature, how he upheld his church, and how much 
 time and labor he spent in helping the thousands 
 A\ r ho came across his path, do we not know that he 
 performed the work which many an able man could 
 not have accomplished in threescore years and ten? 
 We all realize it without the necessity of an argu- 
 ment. We know also that few men have done so 
 much in the seventy years which mark the orthodox 
 limits of human endeavor, as he performed in his 
 brief existence, and thus fulfilled his destiny. 
 
 John Boyle O'Reilly's faults were few, his virtues 
 many. He did his work fearlessly and brilliantly. 
 He did it, too, with a conspicuous ability which was 
 seen and appreciated by men of all classes and men of 
 all creeds. He has gone from among us, but he lias 
 
34 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 left a record which the land of his nativity, his 
 adopted country, and the city in which he lived 
 will always cherish with pride, with honor, and with 
 respect. 
 
 The Chairman". — Colonel Taylor was right. John 
 Boyle O'Reilly was one of the hardest- working men 
 in the country, and even his recreation and pleasures 
 were those of physical exertion. We have here to- 
 night the hardest-working man in New England for 
 the past forty-five years, and I want you to take light 
 from Gen. Benjamin F. Butler. 
 
 REMARKS OF GEN. BENJAMIN E. BUTLER. 
 
 Mr. Chairman: A perusal of the public journals 
 for the past few days will show greater honors paid to 
 John Boyle O'Reilly in the shape of memorial meet- 
 ings like this grand one, and smaller meetings, where 
 fewer people could be called together, than will be 
 found in any other same period of time following the 
 death of any President of the United States since 
 Washington. 
 
 With such a record, why, then, need we come here 
 to eulogize him, to speak well of him. His whole life 
 was a eulogy to his character, his conduct, his bravery, 
 and success. I can add nothing to what has been so 
 well said of him in every relation of life. 
 
 His reverend pastor has told you that he was a 
 
MEETING IX TKEMONT TEMPLE. 35 
 
 many-sided man. From my knowledge of him that 
 is very true. He might have had a side that his pas- 
 tor did not know, because we are somewhat apt to 
 conceal that side from the clergyman, and that side is 
 the bad side. 
 
 But, my friends, that side is always shown to the 
 lawyer. If a man has that side, some lawyer knows 
 it. That lawyer is his most confidential friend, in 
 whom he can confide next after his wife, and before 
 his clergyman. 
 
 Xow I, for more than twenty years, have maintained 
 that relation with John Boyle O'Reilly. A most un- 
 profitable client, for he has never had a lawsuit or a 
 contention. And therefore I know that however 
 many sides he had, they were all great and good. 
 And I add my testimony in that regard. 
 
 He had one weakness, which was a very uncomfort- 
 able one to him, and that was, he could not hear a tale 
 of woe or misfortune that he did not set himself about 
 rectifying or relieving it. He could never resist, not 
 only an appeal when made to him, but the most casual 
 information of wrong done, and especially of wrong 
 done to the poor and unprotected. And many of his 
 visits to me were not for himself, but in behalf of 
 others whom he thought I might aid, being carried on 
 by the thrilling and fervent and thorough elocpience of 
 an orator, who could set forth their cause well when 
 the aggrieved party would fail. Many and many a 
 time has he come into my office t<> tell me about some 
 
36 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 poor man or wronged woman, and I would say to 
 him : — 
 
 " Well, what are they to you? " 
 
 "No more than they are to you, sir; but if you 
 had heard them as I have heard them you could not 
 help it." 
 
 That was the beautiful side of his character, which 
 attracted me to him from the first; and we grew 
 stronger and stronger in the bonds of affection and 
 friendship, certainly on my part, as the other sides of 
 his character presented themselves to me, and I could 
 learn from him, as one side and the other came out 
 toward me, how much there was in the man. And 
 when the sad news of his early taking off came to me, 
 no greater grief, save only the death of those nearest 
 and clearest to me, has ever struck my heart. 
 
 All agree that he was a patriot to his native land, 
 ready to give, and who did give, the highest sac- 
 rifices. All agree that to the land of his adoption 
 he has given the best talent of his life. And if there 
 was any drawback from that, it was, I have thought, 
 that he was so in hopes that America should succeed, 
 and thus save Ireland, that he was a little Irish in that 
 as well as in everything else. 
 
 Of his genius as a poet, drawing' from the very heart 
 for inspiration, all men that have read what has been 
 written of verse in the last twenty years know. That 
 he was a natural orator in a very high degree is very 
 easily expressed by saying that he was an educated 
 
MEETING LN TREMOXT TEMPLE. M 
 
 Irishman. And it came to him by inheritance. But 
 whoever had heard him on the platform knows it by 
 experience. 
 
 That he was a statesman capable of living' down, in 
 the conservatism of after years, the enthusiasm and 
 over-zeal of his younger career, and giving the highest 
 and best and worthiest and most potent advice to his 
 countrymen how Ireland could be saved, has been 
 eloquently described by his pastor, and I need only to 
 allude to it. 
 
 As a historian, when he chose to tell a tale 
 upon any subject, and especially on the subject 
 I have last mentioned, no more eloquent words, 
 glowing with truthful fervor, can be found on any 
 page. 
 
 Of his character as a Christian, everybody under- 
 stood and knew what the reverend gentleman has 
 told you. 
 
 Of his domestic life we know, because he was a 
 complete man; and he had just what he had, and 
 loved what he received, — the care and tenderness 
 and affection of a loving, devoted wife, and the hap- 
 piness, only to be known to a father, of intelligent 
 and beautiful children. 
 
 My friend who has just addressed you, tells you 
 that he achieved this in twenty years. Yes, that is 
 true. And that he had worked over-hard, some 
 people think. I don't think so, because no too hard- 
 worked man could be as genial, as pleasant, anil 
 
38 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE o'KEILLY. 
 
 bright at all times and under all circumstances, 
 when not suffering from some specific illness, as 
 John Boyle O'Reilly. A man who could take his 
 canoe and paddle it from the head of the Connecti- 
 cut river into Long Island sound was able to do 
 all the work he needed and ought to. The man 
 that swam the angry ocean for miles to get his 
 liberty was a man that could not be overworked on 
 God's footstool. 
 
 But accident has taken him from us, and left us 
 to think whether a man who achieves so much in 
 the twenty years, — which time it takes a well-edu- 
 cated lawyer in England to get his first case, — what 
 would he not have done if he had been left to us? 
 What would not Ireland have received of counsel 
 and advice? What would England receive of 
 stern rebuke and the finding out of her errors? 
 For what would America in her politics not have 
 been indebted; what would history and song and 
 story not have gained, if John Boyle O'Reilly could 
 have lived on with us to the age of Gladstone 
 the statesman, Bancroft the historian, or the poets, 
 our own poet, and the poet Tennyson? 
 
 Twenty years multiplied in ever-increasing pro- 
 portion by twenty years more, and twenty years 
 more, and a fraction, and what would not John 
 Boyle O'Reilly, if God had spared him to us, 
 have achieved for his country, his adopted country, 
 and for the world? 
 
MEETING IN TREMOXT TEMPLE. 39 
 
 REMARKS OF COL. THOMAS W. HIGGIXSON. 
 
 Mr. Chairman: You struck the keynote of the 
 evening in describing the mission of our friend 
 Boyle CReilly, as first and chiefly a mission of love 
 and reconciliation. That, after all, was the strong 
 point of this strong man's career. 
 
 Standing here as I do, one of various speakers, 
 representing widely different positions in religion 
 and politics and nationality, it seems to me that I 
 have never been at a similar gathering where the 
 speakers were so welded into sympathy by the 
 quality of one man's mind. It is the thing which 
 has given him his influence and usefulness here, 
 and made him a reconciler between different races 
 and different religions. It is a rare gift among us. 
 
 In the case of Boyle O'Reilly, attractiveness was 
 a weak word for that charming personality which 
 made itself felt by all who came near him, and 
 which caused his fellow-members of the Papyrus 
 Club — a collection of gentlemen who, being mostly 
 journalists and literary men, are as little liable to 
 compliment one another as any set I know — to 
 declare in their funeral resolutions that he, their 
 first president, was the best beloved of all their 
 members. 
 
 That Avas the quality which made him peculiarly 
 fitted to do his share in a work so momentous for 
 Boston, so momentous for America, so momentous 
 
40 MEMOPtlAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 for the world, that it might well make a man will- 
 ing to die before he is fifty, if he could contribute 
 but a little towards accomplishing it, — the recon- 
 ciliation in this community between the Roman 
 Catholic Irishman and the Protestant American. 
 
 That was the mission that Boyle O'Reilly seemed 
 just as distinctly sent among us to do, as if he had 
 been born with that mission stamped upon his fore- 
 head, and as if a hundred vicar-generals had anointed 
 and ordained him for the work. 
 
 And in doing this work he showed not merely 
 the lovableness of his temperament, but its far- 
 sightedness. He knew that unless that work could 
 be done, our city and our State and our country 
 are confessed failures. He knew that American 
 civilization was a failure if it was only large enough 
 to furnish a safe and convenient shelter for the 
 descendants of Puritans and Anglo-Saxons, leaving 
 Irishmen and Catholics outside. 
 
 In doing that work he became our teacher. Him- 
 self a self-liberated convict, he set us free. Himself 
 a faithful advocate of a great and powerful religion, 
 he taught a standard of religious toleration such as 
 many a Protestant has yet to learn. 
 
 Why, even here in Tremont Temple, they have 
 not always got up to the level of that. And when 
 he came to speak at Plymouth, or to speak of Wendell 
 Phillips, he showed himself an American of the Ameri- 
 cans in sympathy. He saw points in our history and 
 
MEETING EST TREMONT TEMPLE. 41 
 
 in our moral antecedents which the American his- 
 torian might well learn from him to appreciate. 
 
 As a literary man, I should speak of his liter- 
 ature, lie showed his strength, on the one side, 
 in that, and on another side, his fineness and his ten- 
 derness. In his poetry, the metre that came most 
 congenial to him is that which might be called 
 almost emphatically the Irish metre — the long, 
 swinging measure of the magnificent ballad of 
 " Fontenoy," the metre that makes superb the 
 series of glorious pictures in Sir Samuel Ferguson's 
 " Forging of the Anchor." That metre he handled, 
 and he gave a new strength to it. But it was not 
 his only side. 
 
 And I remember hearing him once, and some 
 of my fellow-members of the Papyrus Club here 
 on the platform will recall his reading to us once, 
 on one of the ladies' nights celebrated by that 
 literary club, a poem of five verses, called "Love's 
 Secret," — verses so exquisite in tone, touching witli 
 such pathetic poetry the very heart and core of 
 the deepest tie that binds man to woman, that 
 there is many a poet of America and England, 
 whose verses fill the newspapers and magazines, 
 who might well give all his fame if the author- 
 ship of these five verses could be transferred to 
 him. 
 
 That was the combination that gave the charm 
 to Boyle O'Eeilly. 
 
42 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 It sometimes seemed as if centuries of oppres- 
 sion, generations of protest against tyranny, were 
 concentrated into a single burning paragraph that 
 came from his pen. But then at other times, 
 reading several numbers in succession, looking 
 behind the surface, I could see the truth of what 
 has been said here to-night, — that his influence 
 on the cause of Ireland was, as everywhere else, 
 a reconciling influence, — that he, at least, was 
 conservative among radicals, and that the excesses 
 and extremes that have occurred, and that we all 
 deplore, would have been greater than they were, 
 but for the influence of that well-considered and 
 reasonable pen. 
 
 I am not one of those who can criticise a man 
 who was so good an American for being not 
 merely incidentally and occasionally, but steadily 
 and underneath it all, an Irishman also. 
 
 I never have been among those who believed 
 it to be the duty of an Irishman, as soon as he 
 set foot on this soil and looted around for his 
 naturalization papers, to forget the wrongs and 
 sorrows he had left behind him. 
 
 I cannot complain of Boyle O'Reilly, that through 
 life in his spirit he kept the green flag waving 
 beside the Stars and Stripes, any more than I 
 can forget the recorded joy of McClellan in the 
 terrible battles of the Peninsula, when he saw the 
 green flags borne by each regiment in Meagher's 
 
MEETING IN TKEMONT TEMPLE. 43 
 
 Irish Brigade come from the Second Army Corps 
 to his relief. 
 
 In some ways Boyle O'Eeilly was not enough 
 of a reformer for me. I never could quite forgive 
 him for not being like my friend and his asso- 
 ciate, Colonel Taylor, a strong advocate of woman 
 suffrage. But I can tell you that when the man 
 who is doing two men's work all day still spends 
 night after night in attending the invalid wife to 
 whom he owes so much, and when, in making his 
 last will, he has the courage and the justice to 
 leave that wife the undisturbed possession of all 
 his property and the executrix of his will, I am 
 ready to sign an amnesty with him on the woman 
 suffrage question. 
 
 And on other questions that lie before us in 
 the future — on the questions that are gathering 
 behind all the present questions and that bid fair 
 to give the next generation a harder problem, 
 much harder to solve than the mere question of 
 slavery, Boyle O'Reilly is lost at the beginning of 
 a contest where his fire and his judgment will 
 greatly be regretted. 
 
 It is not for nothing that, as the last genera- 
 tion grew tq) reading Harriet Beecher Stowe's 
 "Uncle Tom's Cabin," so this generation grows 
 up reading Edward Bellamy and listening to Henry 
 George, and wondering where it is all to end. 
 
 We none of us know where it is to end. We 
 
44 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'EEILLY. 
 
 none of us know even how to state the new prob- 
 lems of the future. But we know that in these 
 problems O'Reilly with his heart and his head, 
 with his power of reconciliation not merely between 
 different races and different religions, but between 
 rich and poor, between learned and ignorant — 
 we know what an influence he might have exerted, 
 and we can deplore that. 
 
 But most of all we know this, that up to this 
 time, and during these last ten years, as the poet 
 Lowell said in his great " Commemoration Ode," 
 that Abraham Lincoln had abolished all the old 
 distinction between Puritan and Cavalier, so Boyle 
 O'Reilly has done more than one man's work to 
 abolish the old distinction between English- American 
 and Irish-American. And let us do our part in his 
 memory to keep it abolished henceforth. 
 
 REMARKS OF PRESIDENT E. H. CAPEN. 
 
 Ladles and Gentlemen: I count it a rare 
 privilege, a high honor, to take part in this mag- 
 nificent demonstration and bear my tribute, though 
 a humble one, to the memory of our distinguished 
 and ever to be lamented friend. 
 
 It is true that we cannot just yet find him his 
 just place in letters; we have not sufficient per- 
 spective for that. It has taken two hundred and 
 fifty years to assign Shakespeare his proper place. 
 
MEETING IN TEEMONT TEMPLE. 45 
 
 But there are some qualities which need no 
 perspective, — the quality of friendship, that subtile 
 grace which binds kindred soids together, which 
 betrays itself in the grasp of the hand, the glance 
 of the eye, the intonations of the voice, and those 
 unselfish deeds which friendship prompts. We 
 cannot be too near that to appreciate it; the true 
 friendship may grow firm in the memory, and 
 become more sacred with time. And it is one of 
 those things that the nearer we are to it the 
 more we feel it is a living power. And no man 
 in this present time has had more of these quali- 
 ties which bind men together, which draw faith and 
 impetus of those who are kindred minds, than he. 
 
 There are other qualities which can be imme- 
 diately appreciated; for example, patriotism, that 
 subtile sentiment which leads a man to feel that 
 the spot on which he was born is the most 
 precious spot of earth that is, which induces him 
 to forget everything, and to give all that he has, 
 even life itself, for the defence of kindred and 
 home. 
 
 This quality our friend had, and it was his 
 devotion to his native land that made him first 
 famous throughout the world and secured for him 
 a memorial, if it had done nothing else; and 
 what is most striking and rare, the patriotism he 
 had for Ireland, he also gave to the land that 
 furnished him an asylum. 
 
46 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 He loved Ireland as the greatest of his country- 
 men have loved it; but he loved America as well, 
 and would have given the last drop of blood of 
 his veins for America as cheerfully as for Ireland, 
 if thereby he could have enhanced its glory. For 
 a quality like this, nations have reared the proudest 
 memorials to their sons, and given them the most 
 glorious pages in their history; yet there are 
 those who say that patriotism is a narrow virtue, 
 that it fences off nations, breeds animosity between 
 races, that you must not do anything to foster 
 it, that future glory is a mere vanity, and that 
 we must all put ourselves on the higher plane of 
 humanity. 
 
 While I am a humanitarian, I do not believe in 
 that doctrine. I believe that a sentiment engen- 
 dered in human nature was planted there by God, 
 is commendable, and to be fostered everywhere 
 and on all occasions. 
 
 At all events, our friend did not hold his 
 patriotism in any narrow fashion. 
 
 He was an Irishman with all the traditions, 
 with all the wrongs of his country burned into 
 his soul, and yet he had the grace to do justice 
 to the grand achievements of Englishmen. He 
 was an American citizen, not merely because he 
 saw the possibility of the realization here of the 
 dreams of his youth, the hopes and convictions 
 of his maturer manhood, because, as some one has 
 
MEETING IN TREMOXT TEMPLE. 47 
 
 said, be saw that here Ireland might receive its 
 emancipation, but because he saw in our institu- 
 tions the type and the possibility of the realiza- 
 tion of the great truth that God has made of 
 one blood all nations of men to dwell on the 
 face of the earth. 
 
 He Avas more than a patriot, because wherever 
 he saw humanity oppressed he saw a brother in 
 woe, and determined to give voice to the wrong. 
 Nay, he could rise not only above the preju- 
 dices of his race and the traditions of his nation, 
 but above even the scruples of his religion, and 
 that is the hardest thing for man to accomplish 
 in this world. 
 
 This man, a Roman Catholic, on New England 
 soil, in daily association with the sons of Puritans, 
 — the sons of men who hated the Papacy as the 
 instrument of Satan, and whose descendants have 
 hot entirely got beyond the narrowness of their 
 forefathers, — could yet describe in fitting terms, 
 and show the appreciation of his mind and soul for 
 the achievements of the founders of New England. 
 
 So that it is not only Ireland and America 
 that may mourn his death, it is humanity, civiliza- 
 tion, our common Christianity. 
 
 What honor shall we . pay to such a man? It 
 will be honor enough, I doubt not, if we can 
 take all the virtues and all the achievements of 
 his life into our own souls. 
 
48 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 One week ago this very night I heheld a 
 spectacle such as is rarely given to mortal man 
 to behold. Standing on the piazza of my cottage 
 by the sea, I looked out upon the waters of the 
 bay. The moon, almost full, hung midway in the 
 sky, and shining over the island that stood at 
 the mouth of the bay, and shot out great rays 
 of light, flashing like a giant's scymitar, as if to 
 guard the entrance to the bay. The rays of the 
 moon reflected in the water made it a pathway 
 of light, reaching from the horizon almost to my 
 very feet, seeming like a pathway for the foot- 
 steps of the angels as they go about on their 
 noiseless errands among men. On the other side 
 the waves sparkled and looked as if the Almighty 
 were casting jewels into the sea. 
 
 As I listened to the wavelets breaking on the 
 shore, it reminded me of the music of the silver 
 bells, while over the hills from the great reefs that 
 lay beyond came the ceaseless roar of the ocean 
 surge. On every breath of the wind was wafted 
 the odor of the sea, mingled with the balm of the 
 spruce and the fir. 
 
 As I stood and took it in with all my senses, I 
 thought that it was not unlike our lamented friend. 
 For his faculties always flashed out light that 
 glistened like rubies, revealing and defending the 
 truth at once. 
 
 The brilliancy of his mind illuminated every subject 
 
MEETING EN TREMOXT TEMPLE. 49 
 
 that came within the circle of his thought, reminded 
 one of a strength as fathomless and as resistless as 
 the sea, and there was in him so much of true 
 humanity that we could not come into his presence 
 without being affected as by a tonic. 
 
 The mystery of taking him we cannot fathom; 
 we can only trust in the wisdom of the Power that 
 guides and rules. But there is this which we may 
 say, that when the sons of the Pilgrims and the 
 sons of Irishmen, in that time now at hand, emi- 
 grants walking shoulder to shoulder, shall join hands 
 together to rear a more perfect civilization than the 
 world has yet seen; when the descendants, if you 
 please, of Cromwell's soldiers, in goodly intercourse 
 with the sons of those who were their victims, shall 
 march together towards the realization of the high- 
 est and noblest system of humanity; when Protestant 
 and Catholic shall join with each other in producing 
 a type of Christianity more gracious, more beauti- 
 ful, more pure than any that has yet been expe- 
 rienced, bringing the life of our Divine Lord and 
 Master nearer to the hearts of men than it has ever 
 yet been, — this man shall have his proper place, this 
 man will be recognized as a prophet and a seer, as 
 the very instrument of God in bringing about the 
 glorious consummation. 
 
 Let the nation mourn him, let it raise the lamenta- 
 tion in one shout together, let New England sing 
 his requiem; nay, let Boston, the only truly exclusive 
 
50 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE o'KEILLY. 
 
 city on the American continent, the only city that 
 has traditions which she may guard with religious 
 jealousy, make room amongst the vaults of her 
 most distinguished sons for the dust of this, her 
 adopted son, who entered as fully into her life as 
 any of those in whom her own blood flowed, and 
 who was in sympathy a true Bostonian; let her 
 give him a niche worthy of his fame along with 
 those who are allied with her history. 
 
 REMARKS OF EDWIN G. WALKER. 
 
 Mr. Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen: Men 
 that are oppressed, or denied the enjoyment of any 
 of the rights that belong to them, are apt to feel, 
 and most keenly, the hand of the Almighty when it 
 falls on one who is not of their peculiar kind, if he 
 was their friend and an outspoken defender of their 
 rights; and so it was on that early Sabbath morn- 
 ing when the Angel of Death visited the pleasant 
 summer home of John Boyle O'Reilly, and softly 
 whispered in his ear, " Your troubles are over and 
 your triumph is complete." 
 
 It is hardly to be thought that a people whose 
 injuries he tried to have redressed, but who were 
 still bowed down beneath the weight of wrongs, 
 could understand at once that God doeth all things 
 well; but after a little time spent in reflection, the 
 fact did appear, and then they were j)repared to 
 
MEETING IN TKEMONT TEMPLE. 51 
 
 join with those that met to honor the memory of him 
 who, by his noble deeds, had won their love and 
 respect. 
 
 I come here to-night because John Boyle O'Reilly 
 was the friend of my race, and for the purpose of 
 joining with those who are present for the accom- 
 plishment of something that will tend to perpetuate 
 his memory. 
 
 Some of us in America will never forget those 
 who contended for the right when our people were 
 being harassed by the use of the lash, the chain, 
 the blood-hound, and the auction-block. 
 
 Still, on the day when we were relieved from the 
 forced acknowledgment that there was no law in 
 this nation that forbade the doing of acts as vile 
 as those I have just mentioned, we were immediately 
 confronted by another ugly side of the thing, that 
 had pursued us during all the time of our existence 
 here. First to be noticed was the desperation that 
 took possession of the former slaveholders when 
 they realized they had lost the complete control of 
 those who had too long and too quietly permitted 
 themselves to be their bondmen. Next, we had to 
 face the meanness of those in the country who were 
 always ready and anxious to sustain and support 
 the holding in slavery of the American black man. 
 Then, again, there were the timid, those who did 
 not believe in chattel slavery ; but they lacked the 
 courage needed for its destruction, and the removal 
 
52 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE o'liEILLT. 
 
 of the rubbish that its going out would leave. These 
 three parts came together and made up the enemy 
 that met us before the ink was dry that gave force 
 to the Emancipation Proclamation. So we had, in- 
 stead of actual chattel slavery, a state of things 
 that called loudly on the veteran Abolitionists to 
 retain their guns, and for new recruits to come in 
 quick, in order to keep the army in a proper condi- 
 tion to meet the foe that had been defeated, but 
 not positively conquered. 
 
 Early amongst those who responded to the call of 
 Wendell Phillips and his faithful band was the young, 
 vigorous, and. dashing John Boyle O'Reilly. He was 
 quick to grapple with the many-headed monster that 
 had been formed out of the debris that had been 
 left to show that slavery once had a standing in 
 this land. 
 
 With his pen, John Boyle O'Reilly sent through 
 the columns of a newspaper that he edited in this city, 
 words in our behalf that were Christian, and anathe- 
 mas that were just. j!^ot only that, but he went on 
 to the platform, and in bold and defiant language he 
 denounced the murderers of our people and advised us 
 to strike the tyrants back. It was at a time when the 
 cloud was most heavy and more threatening than at 
 any other period since reconstruction. At that time 
 our Wendell Phillips was stricken by the hand of 
 death, and then it was that some doubted that they 
 would ever be able to see a clear sky. But in the 
 
MEETING UST TKEMONT TEMPLE. 53 
 
 midst of all the gloom we could hear Mr. O'Reilly 
 declaring his determination to stand by the colored 
 American in all contests where his rights were at 
 stake. 
 
 The loss of Mr. Phillips was a severe blow to my 
 race in this country; but as long as Mr. O'Reilly lived 
 and spoke, we felt that we had at least outside of our 
 own people one true, vigilant, brave, and self-sacrific- 
 ing friend, who, like Mr. Phillips, claimed for us just 
 what he claimed for himself. 
 
 In the little time that I have been standing here, I 
 have talked to you about John Boyle O'Reilly from 
 the standpoint of one who belongs to a race not yet 
 delivered from the clutch of the oppressor. 
 
 Mr. O'Reilly tried, and did help us to reach a 
 place fiir in advance of the one that we occupied 
 when he espoused our cause. If I have seemed 
 to dismiss all else, and only spoken of him in con- 
 nection Avith the grand things which he did for 
 my people, I know that you will not find fault 
 with me. I remember that from his youthful days 
 up to the close of that quiet and solemn moment 
 when his soul was borne on in the arms of his 
 Saviour to its peaceful and eternal rest, he never 
 permitted an opportunity to pass him when he could 
 strike a blow for the people in his native island, nor 
 did his great heart ever fail to beat for the down- 
 trodden of all mankind. 
 
54 MEMORIAL, OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 REMARKS OF HON. PATRICK A. COLLINS. 
 
 "For Lycidas is dead ere his prime, 
 . . . and has not left a peer." 
 
 Even in this solemn hour of public mourning it 
 seems hard to realize that we shall see him no more. 
 Men who knew us both will expect from me no eulogy 
 of Boyle O'Reilly. You mourn the journalist, the 
 orator, the poet, the patriot of two peoples, the strong, 
 tender, true, and knightly character. I mourn with 
 you, and I also mourn — alone. 
 
 But, after all, the dead speak for themselves. ]STo 
 friend in prose or verse can add a cubit to his stature. 
 IsTo foe, however mendacious, can lessen his fame or 
 the love humanity bears him. 
 
 Yet we owe, not to him, but to the living and to the 
 future, these manifold expressions of regard — these 
 estimates of his worth. The feverish age needs 
 always teaching. 
 
 Here was a branded outcast some twenty years ago, 
 stranded in a strange land, friendless and penniless; 
 to-day wept for all over the world where men are 
 free or seeking to be free, for his large heart went 
 out to all in trouble, and his soul was the soul of a 
 freeman; all he had he gave to humanity, and asked 
 no return. 
 
 Take the lesson of his life to your hearts, young 
 men; you who are scrambling and wrangling for 
 petty dignities and small honors. This man held no 
 
MEETING IX TKEMONT TEMPLE. 55 
 
 office and had no title. The man was larger than any 
 office, and no title could ennoble him. He was born 
 without an atom of prejudice, and he lived and died 
 without an evil or ungenerous thought. 
 
 He was Irish and American; intensely both, but 
 more than both. The world was his country, and 
 mankind was his kin. Often he struck; but he always 
 struck power, never the helpless. He seemed to feel 
 with the dying regicide in "Les Miserables," "I weep 
 with you for the son of the king, murdered in the tem- 
 ple; but weep with me for the children of the people 
 — they have suffered longest." 
 
 Numbered and marked and branded; officially 
 called rebel, traitor, convict, and felon, wherever 
 the red flag floats ; denied the sad privilege of 
 kneeling on the grave of his mother — thus died 
 this superb citizen of the great Republic. 
 
 But his soul was always free — vain are all mortal 
 interdicts. 
 
 By the banks of that lovely river, where the blood of 
 four nations once commingled, in sight of the monu- 
 ment to the alien victor, hard by the great mysterious 
 Rath, over one sanctified spot dearer than all others to 
 him, where the dew glistened on the softest green, the 
 spirit of O'Reilly hovered, and shook the stillness of 
 the Irish dawn on its journey to the stars. 
 
 Hexrv M. Eogers, Esq., then introduced the following 
 Resolutions in memory of John Boyle O'Reilly: — 
 
56 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 The citizens of Boston, in tender memory of their 
 fellow-citizen, John Boyle O'Reilly, and in recogni- 
 tion of the loss they have sustained, have assembled 
 on this second day of September, 1890, to give 
 expression to their appreciation of his character. 
 
 They are grateful, first of all, that he was their 
 fellow-citizen ; that he was one with them in thought 
 and feeling; that he strove with them for the welfare 
 and prosperity of the city of Boston, which he loved 
 as they love it. 
 
 Holding no public office and wishing none, he exem- 
 plified the influence of the good citizen who is earnest 
 in well-doing, and who is animated only by the desire 
 to serve his kind. 
 
 His loss to this city will be felt in every good work, 
 in every field of usefulness. 
 
 While they recognize their loss of his association 
 with them as a fellow-citizen and friend, they fully 
 appreciate that he was a man of too wide sympathies 
 and too generous humanity to be restricted within 
 the limits of any city. 
 
 As a patriot he had suffered for the country of his 
 birth, and so lovers of liberty throughout the world 
 hail him and claim him as their brother. 
 
 As a poet he had sung songs that had won the 
 hearts of men and turned their thoughts upward, 
 always toward a higher reach for humanity; and the 
 sick, the suffering, and the oppressed, the down- 
 trodden and those who had grown faint-hearted, took 
 
MEETING IN TEEMONT TEMPLE. 57 
 
 new life and new courage from his words, and to-day 
 claim their brotherhood with him. 
 
 As an orator who found his eloquence in his own 
 heart, and who poured it out because of the deep well 
 from which his inspiration was drawn, he is claimed by 
 all champions of humanity, by all lovers of their kind. 
 
 As a journalist, strong in his own convictions, yet 
 recognizing that not what a man says, but what he is, 
 is the true test, he grew nearer and nearer, as his years 
 went on, to that broadest plane where duty to his God 
 and to his fellow-man, and not pride of opinion nor 
 pride of statement, takes the first place. His fellow- 
 journalists saw this, and they, too, claim kindred with 
 him. 
 
 As a man he strove for humanity with earnest and 
 unfaltering trust, believing that out of his manhood 
 man's redemption under God would come. 
 
 And so in the minds of his fellow-citizens he stands 
 as the type of young, strong, vigorous manhood, an 
 inspiration and an encouragement. 
 
 "Wherever man recognizes manhood, wherever doubt 
 and distrust come between man and his ideal, the en- 
 thusiasm, the virility, the faith of John Boyle O'Reilly 
 in his brother man may be remembered, and doubt and 
 distrust will give way, and man everywhere lay claim 
 to him. 
 
 His fellow-citizens, in loving remembrance, bear tes- 
 timony to his worth and record their admiration of his 
 character. 
 
58 MEMORIAL OF JOHN" BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 They tender to his widow and family their respectful 
 sympathy, and ask that this memorial of him may be 
 forwarded to them as an expression of the feelings of 
 this meeting. 
 
 On motion of Thomas J. Gargan, Esq., the following 
 Eesolution was passed : — 
 
 Resolved, That Col. Charles H. Taylor, president of 
 the Press Club; Gen. Francis A. "Walker, president of 
 the St. Botolph Club; Robert F. Clark, president 
 of the Boston Athletic Association; James Jeffrey 
 Roche, president of the Papyrus Club; Thomas B. 
 Fitz, president of the Catholic Union; Gen. Michael 
 T. Donohoe, president of the Charitable Irish Society; 
 the Yery Rev. William Byrne, Arthur H. Dodd, 
 Edgar Parker, Asa P. Potter, A. Shuman, Richard F. 
 Tobin, Edward A. Mosely, Dr. James A. McDonald, 
 Henry A. M'Glenen, Dr. Francis A. Harris, John J. 
 Hayes, Hon. Patrick A. Collins, be appointed a com- 
 mittee, with full powers, to receive all subscriptions 
 that may be offered, and use the same in the erection 
 of a public memorial, or memorials, in honor of the 
 late John Boyle O'Reilly; said committee shall have 
 power to add to their number and fill all vacancies. 
 
OUTLINE 
 
 JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY'S LIFE. 
 
OUTLINE OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY'S LIFE. 
 
 John Boyle O'Reilly was born in Dowth Castle, 
 County Meath, Ire., June 28, 1844. His father was 
 "William David O'Reilly, principal of the JSTetterville 
 Institution, at Drogheda, a fine scholar, especially 
 strong in mathematics. His mother was Eliza Boyle, 
 a woman of rarely beautiful character and brilliant 
 mind. Her love for Ireland became in her son the 
 ruling passion of his life. Her fine literary tastes 
 grew in him to the height of genius. 
 
 He received a good English education in his father's 
 school, and at the age of fourteen went into the office 
 of the " Drogheda Argus " as a type-setter. Later 
 he became an expert short-hand writer, and found 
 employment on several newspapers in England. 
 
 He entered into the Fenian movement with charac- 
 teristic ardor. He told the writer of this sketch that 
 he never fully realized the movement until he found 
 himself in prison for his share in it. '* They only said 
 to us, * Come, boys, it's prison or death ; but it's for 
 Ireland;' and we came." 
 
 In riper years, he enlisted with all the force, fervor, 
 and single-heartedness of his nature on the side of 
 
62 MEMORIAL OF JOHK BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 constitutional agitation, and was unquestionably the 
 greatest factor in making the American people a unit 
 for Parnell and Irish Home Rule. 
 
 In 1863 he returned to Ireland, and enlisted in the 
 10th Hussars, where he spent three years, furthering 
 the revolutionary cause and learning the art of war 
 for future use. 
 
 In 1866 he was arrested in Dublin on the secret 
 evidence of an informer, tried before a special mili- 
 tary commission, with Color-Sergeant McCarthy and 
 the late Corporal Thomas Chambers, and on June 27, 
 the eve of his twenty-second birthday, was convicted 
 on five capital charges, and sentenced to death. Later 
 the sentence was commuted, first to imprisonment for 
 life, then to twenty years' penal servitude. He was 
 imprisoned successively in the English prisons at 
 Chatham, Portsmouth,. Portland, and Dartmoor. At 
 this last he and his comrades reverently gathered 
 and buried the bones of the French and American 
 prisoners of the War of 1812, which the English 
 authorities had left uncovered, after they had been 
 uprooted from their shallow graves by the prison pigs. 
 Over the grave they raised a humble slab bearing 
 the motto: " Dolce et decorum est pro patria moriP 
 
 In October, 1867, he was transported to the penal 
 colony of Western Australia with sixty other political 
 prisoners, among them Denis B. Cashman, now of 
 Boston. In February, 1869, he escaped from the 
 penal colony in a boat, assisted by the Rev. Patrick 
 
OUTLINE OF HIS LIFE. 63 
 
 McCabe, a Catholic priest stationed in his district, 
 and some other devoted Irish-Australians. He was 
 picked up at sea, after many hardships ashore and 
 afloat, by the American whaling bark " Gazelle," 
 commanded by Captain David R. Gifford, of New 
 Bedford, Mass., who treated him with the greatest 
 kindness for the six months he remained on board, 
 and who lent him twenty guineas, all the money he 
 had with him, when they separated off the Cape of 
 Good Hope. Captain Gifford put O'Reilly on board 
 another American ship, the " Sapphire," of Boston, 
 bound to Liverpool. This vessel carried him safely 
 to England, where, by the aid of her Yankee offi- 
 cers, he was shipped as an American sailor on board 
 the " Bombay, " of Bath, Me., Captain Frank Jordan, 
 which landed him in Philadelphia in November, 1869. 
 He was twenty-five years of age, strong and hope- 
 ful, but he did not know a soul in America. 
 
 On the day that O'Reilly landed in Philadelphia, 
 November 23, he made ajjplication for American cit- 
 izenship, at the United States Court in that city. 
 He made but a brief stay in Philadelphia, and also 
 in New York, to which he next directed his steps. 
 He arrived in Boston, January 2, 1870, accompanied 
 the Fenian raid into Canada the same year, sending 
 descriptive letters thereof to the Boston papers. In 
 the summer of 1870 he secured editorial employment 
 on "The Pilot;" and in his intervals of leisure be- 
 gan to give to the world his poems, the outgrowth 
 
61 MEMORIAL OF JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 of the observation and endurance of the crowded 
 years of his short life. 
 
 Horace Greeley was among the first to feel the 
 original and striking presence that had come into the 
 literary world, and some of O'Reilly's best narrative 
 poems appeared in the " !N"ew York Tribune." 
 
 The "Atlantic Monthly," Harper's, Scribner's, and 
 others of the best American literary publications 
 welcomed him to their pages. He was a valued con- 
 tributor to the "Dai'k Blue," the magazine of the 
 University of Oxford, till it found out that he was a 
 Fenian and an ex-political convict. 
 
 He married, on August 15, 1872, Miss Mary 
 Murphy, of Charlestown. The fruit of this marriage 
 was four beautiful young daughters, — Mollie, Bessie, 
 Agnes, and Blanicl. Of his wife he wrote, dedicating 
 to her his " Songs, Legends, and Ballads : " " Her 
 rare and loving judgment has been a standard I 
 have tried to re°.ch. " His last volume of poems, 
 " In Bohemia," was dedicated " To My Four Little 
 Daughters." 
 
 In 1876 Mr. O'Reilly, already for some years 
 editor of " The Pilot," became its proprietor, with 
 Archbishop "Williams, of Boston. Under his direc- 
 tion it became accounted a foremost exponent of 
 Irish- American thought, and one of the stanchest 
 and ablest defenders of Catholic interests. 
 
 Mr. O'Reilly's poems are published in four vol- 
 umes, as follows : " Songs of the Southern Seas," 
 
OUTLINE OF His LIFE. 05 
 
 1873; "Songs, Legends, and Ballads," 1878; "Stat- 
 ues in the Block," 1881; "In Bohemia;' 1886. His 
 novel, "Moondyne," appeared in 18^0; his "Ath- 
 letics and Manly Sport," in 1887. He edited many 
 books and prefaced not a few, including among 
 the latter George Makepeace Towle's "Young Peo- 
 ple's History of Ireland," Justin McCarthy's "Ire- 
 land's Cause and England's Parliament," and Mrs. 
 J. Ellen Foster's " Crime against Ireland." He had 
 several works in preparation; among them "'flic 
 Country with a Poof," an allegory, illustrating the 
 defects in the American social system; and a work 
 on the material resources of Ireland. 
 
 He Avas for many years past in great demand as a 
 lecturer, and has been the chosen spokesman of the 
 city of his home on several historic occasions. Per- 
 haps the best of his orations is, " The Common Citi- 
 zen Soldier," delivered in Boston on Memorial Day, 
 1886. The oftenest in demand were his "Illustrious 
 Irishmen of one Century," and "Irish Poetry and 
 Song." 
 
 Perhaps the best estimate of his literary genius is 
 implied in the tact that he, for the past seven years, 
 was called upon to write where Longfellow, or 
 Whittier, or Holmes would have been chosen ere 
 the infirmities of age made them shrink from the 
 tasks involved. He ranked next to these beloved 
 names in the popular heart of Xew England and 
 America. Three of the greatest poems of the past 
 
66 MEMORIAL OF JOBGST BOYLE O'REILLY. 
 
 decade, * Wendell Phillips," " Crispus Attucks," 
 and "The Pilgrim Fathers," are John Boyle 
 O'Reilly's. 
 
 But in his poems of Ireland he touched, as was 
 meet, the high-water mark of his genius. His " Exile 
 of the Gael" is .the best tribute the English lan- 
 guage has ever paid to the Irish race. Of the rest, 
 his poetry is in the hearts of the people. 
 
 He wrote, by invitation, the poem, "From the 
 Heights," for the opening of the Catholic University 
 at Washington, D.C., last ]STovember, which he also 
 read, being the only layman, except the President 
 of the United States and the Secretary of State, to 
 speak before that magnificent assemblage. 
 
 He had much work under way at the time of his 
 death, — lectures outlined, poems half finished, works 
 of benevolence pledged for the coining season. The 
 last week of his life was the most crowded. He 
 was on the reception committee for the Grand Army 
 encampment in Boston; he was bringing out a 
 Grand Army number of " The Pilot." He held his 
 pen for the last time in the service of the country of 
 his adoption, the country which he loved and served 
 with a whole-hearted affection, and which held him 
 in her heart among her noblest and best defenders. 
 On Wednesday, August 6, one of the hottest days 
 of the season, he umpired the Irish games at High- 
 land Lake Grove. 
 
 On Saturday, August 9, he spent the morning - in 
 
OUTLINE OF HIS LIFE. 67 
 
 "The Pilot" office as usual, taking thought, in the 
 midst of his work and care, for arrangements that 
 all his employes might have good places for a view 
 of the Grand Army of the Republic procession on 
 Tuesday. He was apparently well, but evidently 
 tired. He took an early boat to his summer resi- 
 dence in Hull. He had been suffering for several 
 nights from insomnia, and on Saturday night walked 
 a long way with his brother-in-law, Mr. John R. 
 Murphy, who had been spending the evening with 
 him, in the hope that physical fatigue would induce 
 the needed sleep. Next morning, Sunday, August 
 10, the city and country were shocked by the news 
 of his sudden death. 
 
 The sad tidings caused national grief and con- 
 sternation, for the death of John Boyle O'Reilly in 
 the fulness of his powers and usefulness is one of 
 those rare calamities against which the most mod- 
 erate pen sets with full advertence the weighty word 
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