LINCOLN ROOM UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS LIBRARY MEMORIAL the Class of 1901 founded by HARLAN HOYT HORNER and HENRIETTA CALHOUN HORNER p.3QeEH. Fiatn. >ott>, h> « \ r iol&, In ppmopiani. Ifsaac Iflewton Hrnolb, Nov. jo, 1813— Apr. 24, 1884. Hrtbur /Iftason Hrnolfc, May ij, 1858— Apr. 26, iSyj. " 3 am come Hint thet) migljt ijcroe life, anb ttjat tljet) ratgljt tjaue it more atambanttij."— St Jotin, ?. 10. CHICAGO: FERGUS PRINTING COMPANY, 1885. B, CONT E N T S Brief Biographical Sketch, 5 The Last Rites, - 15 Tribute of Bishop Harris, - - - 16 Tribute of Dr. H. N. Powers, . 27 Tribute of Dr. J. A. Bolles, - 29 Tribute of Geo. W. Lay, - 35 Chicago Historical Society, 36 Address of Hon. E. B. Washburne, - 39 Tribute of Hon. Thomas Drummond, 6$ Tribute of Hon. Van H. Higgins, - 65 Tribute of Wm. F. DeWolf, - - 71 Illinois State Bar Association, Address of Hon. E. B. Washburne, - - 73 Chicago Literary Club, Memorial, - - 9° Lincoln-Park Commissioners, Resolution, - 92 Union Catholic Library Association, Resolution, 93 Letter of Geo. W. Lay, 95 Arthur Mason Arnold, Memorial, - - 105 Extracts from Mr. Arnold's Journal, 107 Newspaper Extracts, - - - 109 IFsaac IRewton Hrnolb, BRIEF BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH. ISAAC NEWTON ARNOLD was born Nov. 30, 18 1 3, at Hartwick, near Cooperstown, Otsego County, New York. His father, George Washington Arnold, was a physician of honorable standing and descent. His family in America dates back to the time of the earliest settlement of New England, some members of it being associates of Roger Williams, and the wonderful men who first proclaimed civil and religious freedom on this con- tinent, and in Rhode Island established the first real Republic ever vouchsafed to man. Reared among the romantic hills of Otsego, he drank in from his earliest childhood the very spirit of poetry. Intense love for the home of his youth clung to him through life, and in his last sickness his mind would often wander back, and a longing for a sight of the blue hills of Otsego found expression on his trembling lips. The following extracts from his journal show his deep affection for Cooperstown, and the whole of Otsego County, crowded as was his memory, with the rich associations of boyhood, youth, and early manhood: 6 ISAAC X. ARNOLD. "COOPERSTOWN, September, 1874. "As we sailed down the lake in the little steamer 'Natty Bumbo,' and as we approached the village, which I had not visited for two years, my mind was busy with the past, the days of boyhood and youth and early asso- ciates; and as I approached the shore and saw few familiar faces, I was impressed with the fact that more, many more, of my old friends sleep under the evergreens and sugar-maples of yonder cemetery than I can find now in the streets of Cooperstown. Although it rained on Fri- day, the rain did not prevent an early visit to scenes and localities of great beauty, and ever interesting from early associations. "Judge Cooper settled here at the foot of Otsego Lake, and at the source of the Susquehanna, and from him one of the most beautiful villages in America takes its name. His descendants still have their home here, and contribute much to a social circle unsurpassed by any in taste, refinement, and intelligence. "Nothing among the country churches in America,, scarcely any among the rural churches of England, equals in beauty the location and surroundings of this little church; on the bank of the Susquehanna, almost under the shadow of Mt. Vision ; the church-yard is shaded by the noblest specimens of the pine, the elm, and the sugar- maple to be found anywhere. Already the brilliant tints. BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH. 7 of autumn light up the scene, and contrast most beauti- fully with the deep, dark green of the murmuring pines. 'Here the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.' It is more beautiful than Stoke-Pogis Church, and might well have inspired the elegy: ■■•Here the sacred calm that breathes around, Bids every fierce, tumultuous passion cease: In still, small accents, breathing from the ground A grateful earnest of eternal peace.' "Aug. 6, 1875. — Yesterday visited Hartwick and my birthplace. The old home is little changed in its exterior. I visited the little study where I translated the sixth book of the .Eneid, then I walked to the creek, the mill, drank from the old moss-covered bucket." Mr. Arnold was twice married. His first marriage was with Catherine E. Dorrance of Pittsfield, Mass., who departed this life, October 20th, 1839, leaving one son, Edward Mason, who died in 1844. His second marriage was with Harriet Augusta Dorrance, a sister of his former wife, August 4th, 1 84 1. Nine children were born of this marriage. Reading law in the offices of Richard Cooper and Judge Morehouse of Cooperstown, Mr. Arnold was admitted to the bar in 1835, and, after a short copart- 8 ISAAC X. ARNOLD. nership with Judge Morehouse, settled permanently in Chicago in 1836, and at once commenced an eminently- successful professional career, which soon placed him among the foremost of the distinguished men who from about that time adorned and made illustrious the bar and forum of Illinois. Mr. Arnold was confirmed in the summer of 1844 by the Rt.-Rev. Philander Chase, the first bishop of Illinois, at St. James' Church, Chicago. On the same interesting occasion, his eldest daughter Katharine was christened. These two events occurring together, made each more solemn and beautiful. His interest in and love for the church extended through his riper years, and each and all the rectors of St. James' were held among his much- loved friends. Although not regular in his attendance at the Holy Communion, yet he, on special and marked occasions, accompanied his family to the altar and par- took of the Bread and Wine at the table of our Lord. His early religious education having been outside of the Episcopal church, he had something of the feeling of the Scotch Puritan, that this Sacrament is too sacred for frequent observance. He also had a deep sense of his own unworthiness. In his own home, Mr. Arnold adorned "the grand old name of gentleman." At his table, he dispensed an elc- BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH. 9 gant hospitality, graced by all that refined taste can add to kindness of heart and gracious welcome. Books, (lowers, pictures, and the society of refined men and women, with occasional resort to the simple beauties of nature, were his pastimes when seeking restoration from toil and stud}'. Among the many pleasant recollections which cluster about the memory of our departed friend, is the fond remembrance of Christmas nights, which it was his wont to keep. Inviting some of his most intimate friends, with their children, the evening was spent in tell- ing and listening to stories and playing simple games, while the mistletoe and other evergreens, mingled with choice flowers from his conservatory, added beauty to the "flow of soul." These lovely gatherings were always brought to a close with the "Virginia Reel," led off by the host, and in which he joined with all the ardor of youth. Mr. Arnold was possessed of many lovely traits of character, not likely to be known outside of his immedi- ate circle of friends. His love for children. His wise consideration for his widowed sisters and other relations and friends, who, in the providence of God, were, in a measure, thrown upon his care, were beautiful to behold. Though blessed with a lovely family and an abundance of the good things of life, he was subjected to severe trials, and passed through the deep waters of affliction. IO ISAAC N. ARNOLD. After the great fire of 1871, when all his property was destroyed, he met the necessities of the case with a lion-heartedness worthy of all praise ; and in a year's time, found himself once more at home in his own house, so feelingly described by him in the following extract from his journal, dated October 8th, 1872: " In my own house, under my own roof-tree again. A year today wandering on the sands and fleeing to the light-house to escape the conflagration. It has been a year of work and effort, not without comfort and gratifi- cation. I desire to express gratitude and thanks to God for preservation, for health, for health of my family, and for restoration to home." In April, 1873, it became necessary to remove the remains of such of his family as had been interred in the old city cemetery. We copy from his journal Mr. Arnolds own touching account of the performance of the sad duty: "April 1 8th, 1873.— Today attended the sad removal of the remains of some of my family, who were interred in the city cemetery: "Catherine E. Arnold, died October 20th, 1839, aged twenty-four years; died at the old Lake House in Chicago. "Our son, Edward Mason Arnold, died March, 1844, at my old house, [northeast] corner of Ontario and Dear- born streets; aged four years and seven months. BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH. 1 1 "George Arnold, my son by my present wife, died 1845, aged seven months. "Frances Isabella Arnold, died 1846, aged five months. " Lizzie Mason Arnold, died 1854, aged one month. " It was sad to disturb their repose, but they will sleep as placidly in Graceland; alas, can they not whisper •one word of the hereafter ? Where are they ? Do they know anything of us ? Are they conscious that they are not forgotten? As one stands by the grave, how unavoida- ble the wish that we had done more to make them happy." The saddest and heaviest shock ever received by Mr. Arnold was in the death of his only surviving son, Arthur Mason, drowned April 26, 1873. We dare not enter upon the narration of this heart-rending event. Fortunately, a ■cooler head, with steadier hand and no less loving heart, has already recorded the sad story of the dear boy, which is herewith presented to those who "knew him but to love him, who named him but to praise." At the time of this sad calamity, the family were about to make the tour of Europe, their steamer appoint- ments having been secured. This European trip was at first given up; but, after a short time, feeling that some- thing must be done to in some measure divert their thoughts from their irreparable loss, they decided to re- sume their plans so far as they could, and undertake their 12 ISAAC X. ARNOLD. anticipated journey. This visit to the old world was made in the spring of 1873; Mr. Arnold with his family landing at Liverpool on June 1st, 1873. The wonders of the con- tinent, the beauties of the mother-country, the introduction to and entertainment by the intellectual and cultivated society of that grand old home of his ancestors, all com- bined to divert the thoughts of the devoted parent from the dark cloud that continually hung over him and re- minded him of hopes banished from his worldly existence. Returning home, after a year spent in Europe, he again devoted himself in earnest to literary work, and in the autumn of 1879, the "Life of Benedict Arnold" was given to the public. In June, 1881, Mr. Arnold made his second visit to England, having been invited by the Royal Historical Society to read before that august body his celebrated paper on "The Life and Character of Abraham Lincoln." While in England, he visited the Rev. Edward Gladwyn Arnold, a grandson of Benedict Arnold, and found this gentleman to be a distinguished clergyman of the Church of England, honored and beloved by those to whom he administered the holy duties of his high calling. On his return home, Mr. Arnold devoted his time to study and literary pursuits, most congenial to his tastes. His inter- est in the Chicago Historical Society was very deep, and BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH. 13 having been one of its founders, he gave much considera- tion to its welfare and progress. The revision and com- pletion of his work on Lincoln occupied much of his time, even up to the closing hours of life. The journal of Mr. Arnold, under date of November 30th, 1883, contains a few lines contemplating the return of his birthday, so beautiful that we present them without comment: "November jot/i, 1883. My birthday; seventy years old! Threescore and ten! Death must be at no great distance. I wish to live only so long as I may be, to some extent, useful, and not when I shall be a burden. May my remaining days be useful and innocent." The last two years of the life of Mr. Arnold were happily passed. His work on the life of Lincoln, his cor- respondence, foreign and domestic, occasional trips to his farm on Rock River, visits from distinguished friends at home and abroad, an appointment as visitor on the Board of Examiners at West Point, June 1st, 1883, given him by Hon. Robert T. Lincoln, secretary of war, and son of his old friend; these, and many other interesting events, all contributed to most pleasurable emotions. Thus in a feeble way has a friend of many years endeavored to add his mite in praise and commemoration of Isaac Newton Arnold. In closing his address, read 14 ISAAC X. ARNOLD. before the Chicago Historical Society, on the life and ser- vices of Mr. Arnold, Judge Higgins, with great good taste and absolute truth, quoted the language of Edmund Burke with which we beg to close this unworthy eulogium: " In all the qualities in which personal merit has a place, in culture, in erudition, in genius, in honor, in gen- erosity, in humanity, in every sentiment, and in even- liberal accomplishment, he was the peer of any man." W. F. DeW. THE LAST RITES. I Revised from the Chicago Tribune, April 28, 18S4.J r I^HE funeral of the Hon. Isaac Newton Arnold took X place yesterday afternoon, at two o'clock, from St. James' Protestant Episcopal Church, at the southeast corner of Cass and Huron streets. The esteem in which Mr. Arnold was held was shown by the large number of prominent people who gathered to pay the last honors to the deceased. At the church nearly every seat was occupied, many persons coming from a distance to show their love for Mr. Arnold. Seats on either side of the main aisle were reserved for members of the family, inti- mate friends, and pall-bearers. The actual bearers of the casket were family servants and men who had been in the employ of Mr. Arnold. The honorary pall-bearers were Judge Thomas Drummond, J. Young Scammon, Judge- Lambert Tree, Edwin H. Sheldon, Frederick H. Winston, William F. DeWolf, Judge Mark Skinner, E. B.Washburne, Lyman Trumbull, Henry W. King, George Payson, and Cyrus Bentley. The remains were met at the entrance to the church by Bishop McLaren, Bishop Harris, the Rev. Dr. Locke, Canon Knowles, Canon Street, and Rev. Morton Stone. As they were borne down the aisle, Bishop Harris recited 1 6 ISAAC N. ARNOLD. that portion of the service for the dead, beginning, "I am the resurrection and the life," the organist in the mean- time playing Buck's "Evening." When the casket was placed in front of the chancel, the choir sang the burial anthem, " Lord, let me know the length of my days." After the lesson, "Jesus, lover of my soul" was sung. TRIBUTE OF BISHOP HARRIS. Bishop Samuel S. Harris then delivered a brief tribute to the memory of the deceased. As his address was not written, and was only imperfectly reported, a bare outline of it is all that can now be given: On occasions like this, he said, the church's beautiful service would ordinarily seem enough. In such an hour it is usually best to listen only to the church's voice of hope and consolation in her solemn office for the burial of the dead. But this large concourse of mourning citizens tells us that no ordinary sorrow has called us together today; and in the midst of the general grief, affection craves the privilege of paying a brief tribute to the memory of one who was deeply honored and beloved. The life of Mr. Arnold was an important factor in the history of this city's development and growth. Through many years of ardent and arduous professional labor, he won and kept a place in the front rank of the great lawyers of the Northwest. His political services at the Nation's capital in the coun- TRIBUTE OF BISHOP HARRIS. I J try's hour of peril had been eminent and distinguished; and throughout the whole of his professional and public career, he had always been the friend of the afflicted, the defender of the oppressed. The speaker preferred, how- ever, to think of him in the character in which he knew him best : as the tender husband, the loving father, the humble Christian, the good neighbor, the high-souled man, the faithful friend. More entirely than that of most men, his life was full- rounded and complete. His last days were full of honor and peace. Books, pictures, friends, those whom he loved were all around him, and in his in- tercourse with them, he found the highest joy of his earthly life; and in the midst of this serene joy, he found an added happiness in looking forward to a more blessed existence beyond the grave. Not long before his death he wrote a paper, entitled, "The Layman's Faith." Perhaps I can not do better, the speaker said, than read some extracts from this remark- able paper, which will come to us in this hour as the voice of our beloved friend from beyond the grave: " 'If a man die shall he live again? ' Is there a God, our great Father/ Has He revealed Himself to man?" " These be mighty questions. They have agitated man since the earliest records of his existence. "For me, these questions must soon be solved — by 1 8 ISAAC N. ARNOLD. death. Not many years, at most, can elapse before I shall 'sleep with my fathers;' 'Lie in cold obstruction's apathy,' or, as I hope and believe, live again in a brighter life. " As we have all stood sadly around the open grave of those dear to us as life itself, we have yearned to know, to have an authoritative answer to the question, are we mere mortals, born only to die; or immortals, with a never- ending destiny ? As we decide this question, life is likely to be dreary, dull, coarse, sensual; or bright, hopeful, ele- vated, and pure. As a man 'thinketh in his heart, so is he.' If we believe we are animals, and nothing more, it is not unnatural we should act like them. ' Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die.' " But if we really believe we are in very truth the im- mortal children of an eternal Father, making up here a record for eternity, we rise to the awful dignity and re- sponsibility of immortals, and we ought to live with a purity and grace worth}' of a god. " I am here tonight not to reproach, nor to sneer at those who differ from me, not to try to say bright things if 1 could, not to attempt a logical argument, but to throw out in a somewhat desultory way some thoughts which may possibly aid some honest brother in solving these great questions. I shall try at least to show that we may rea- sonably entertain a ' comfortable, holy hope ' of immortal life. TRIBUTE OF BISHOP HARRIS. 1 9 " Robert Ingersoll said with a touching pathos over his brother's grave, a pathos which makes his irreverence the more shocking : ' Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry." And again : 'Every life,' says he, 'will at its close become a tragedy as sad, and deep, and dark as can be woven of the warp and woof of mystery and death,' and 'Whether in mid-sea or among the breakers of the farther shore, a wreck must mark the end of each and all.' " Alas ! if his theories are true, all this follows, and ' no shipwrecked brother can take heart again.' If we have no Father, if we are without souls and death ends all, then, indeed, he truly says life, 'every life is a tragedy and a wreck,' must indeed mark the end of us all. But if we have a good and kind Father, who has created us to be happy, placed us in this beautiful world to prepare us for another still more beautiful, where we may live in joy, and love, and purity forever, then life need not be a ' tragedy,' nor need any be 'shipwrecked among the breakers of the farther shore.' There is a haven beyond those ' breakers.' " I am here then with the hope that I may be believed when I ask ' some shipwrecked brother to take heart again', and to have faith that the statement 'Life is not an empty dream', and that 20 ISAAC N. ARNOLD. • I Hist thou art, to dust returnest. Was not spoken of the soul.' " But why is belief so hard, why in these days do so many ingenuous minds find faith in God and immortality so difficult ? First, perhaps, it is because these great truths have been mixed up with absurd human creeds, and cruel, repulsive dogmas ; and, second, among the candid and honest seekers after truth, and among those who do not adopt skepticism for the freedom of self-indulgence, the chief difficulty arises from the mystery involved, the diffi- culty in comprehending. "Creation, eternity, omnipotence are to us incompre- hensible. These ideas are beyond our grasp, and in our pride of intellect in these days, when we are conquering so many difficulties and solving so many questions, we reject what we can not comprehend, and refuse to believe what we can not fully understand. "IN 1 HE ALPS. "In Sept., 1873, I passed a Sunday at Chamounix. This, as you know, is a hamlet occupied chiefly by guides and mountaineers, at the foot of Mount Blanc. There is, among the evergreens, a little English chapel under the shadow of this ' monarch of mountains.' When, on a bright, sunny morning, the sweet-toned bell rang out its call for morning prayer, awakening soft and gentle echoes TRIBUTE OF BISHOP HARRIS. 21 among the rocks and mountains, many strangers, travelers from far-away lands, gathered to worship the great Being ■whose sublime creations were all around us. As we came together in this little chapel, from France, from Germany, from Scotland, and merry England, from the prairies of Illinois, from the hills of New England, and listened to the Bible and the Prayer-Book, the familiar words took us back, each to his own home and fatherland. Our vernacular never seems so sweet as when heard in a foreign land, and the familiar hymns of childhood, asso- ciated with a mother's voice, when heard again in a foreign land, are more touching than the grandest cathedral anthem. It was a real pleasure to hear the voice of a Chicago scholar and priest, asking for each and all of us, in that far far-off valley, the blessing of Almighty God. "In the evening, we all gathered around the bright ■\vood-fire in the parlor of the inn, to listen to that wonder- ful poem of Coleridge, ' The Hymn to Mount Blanc' Let me recall a few lines as recited then and there: "'Oh, dread and silent mount, I gazed upon thee Till * * entranced in prayer I worshiped the Invisible alone.' "Addressing the mountain, the poet says: 22 ISAAC N. ARNOLD. " ' Wake, O wake, and utter praise ! Who sunk thy pillars deep in earth? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams? • Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows, who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands nt your feet ? God! let the torrent like a shout of nations Answer, and let the ice-plains echo, God! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost, Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest, Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds, Ye signs and wonders of the elements, Utter forth, God, and fill the hills with praise! * * * # Thou, too, stupendous mountain thou ! * # # # • Rise, O ever rise, Thou kingly spirit throned among the clouds, Thou dread Embassador from earth to heaven, Great Hierarch, tell thou the silent sky And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth with her thousand voices praises God. 5 " To him to whom all this is an utter blank, the TRIBUTE OF BISHOP HARRIS. 23 materialist, the man who can not find God in nature, in what poverty of spirit must he live ? •• • How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Must seem to him all the uses of this world." " But a system which inspires such sentiments as were expressed by Coleridge, which has produced such benefi- cent results as I have attempted to describe, which brings into existence and nurtures such men as Bossuet and Fenelon, as Howard and Wesley, as Channing, Washing- ton, and Lincoln, must have truth for its basis. From systems of imposture and lies, such fruit does not grow. And what do they offer you in place of this sublime religion ? Darkness and doubt — agnosticism. Poor chil- dren groping here in thick blackness; and in the future, death and annihilation! At utter shipwreck among the breakers of the farther shore. " But all this, like the meteor that rises above the marsh, and the glare of 'false science, that leads to bewil- der and dazzles to blind,' shall pass away. Christianity shall live until its great work shall have been accom- plished, and man shall be restored to purity and happi- ness and to God. "Such, gentlemen, is my hope — SUCH is MY FAITH." In this faith our brother lived. In this hope he came 24 ISAAC N. ARNOLD. to die. Sustained and soothed by this unfaltering trust, he met his end " Like one who wraps the drapery of His couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams." Bishop McLaren gave the Episcopal benediction, and the hymn, "Lead, Kindly Light," was sung by the choir. The pall -bearers then approached the foot of the com- munion rails, where the coffin was resting beneath a mass of flowers, and bore the remains down the central aisle of the church to the hearse. Special seats were set apart for representatives of the bar, members of the Chicago Historical Society, the ser- vants of the family, and the employes of Lincoln Park. The avenues and streets surrounding the church were densely thronged with carriages, and at the conclusion of the funeral services followed the remains to their last rest- ing-place in Graceland Cemetery. Among those present in the church were: John V. Farwell, John Went worth, Judge Henry W. Blodgett, Elias T. Watkins, John N. Jewett, Silas B. and Geo. W. Cobb, Gen. Wm. E. Strong, Stephen F. Gale, John M. VanOsdel, Dr. Tolman Wheeler, John Gray, Geo. L. Dunlap, Geo. M. High, Arthur G. Burley, Augustus H. Burley, John Tyrrell, John H. Dunham, Joseph Stockton, John L. Wilson, Volney LAST RITES. 25 C. Turner, Marcus C. Stearns, Laurin P. Hilliard, Joseph Peacock, A. C. Hesing, Nathan Mears, Gen. Joseph Leake, J. L. Hathaway, James H. McVicker, L. C. Paine Freer, Win. H. Stickney, Robert Fergus, Joseph K. C. and Thos. L. Forrest, David Swing, Perry H. Smith, Samuel H. and Win. D. Kerfoot, W. D. and James L. Houghteling, Henry G. Miller, Roswell B. and Edvv. G. Mason, Van H. Higgins, Daniel Goodwin, Jr., Win. Eliot Furness, Julius White, Wm. Bross, Walter C. Larned, John Forsythe, John H. Kedzie, Henry W. Bishop, William F. Poole, Henry A. Huntington, Levi Z. Leiter, Andrew J. Brown, Wm. K. Nixon, Henry I. Sheldon, Abijah Keith, Wm. H. Bradley, Clarence H. Dyer, Luther Stone, Chas. R. Larrabee, Benj. H. Campbell, John DeKoven, Wm. G. McCormick, Dr. Chas. L. Rutter, Chas. N. Fullerton, Benj. A. Greer, Chas. Dennehy, Philip Conley, J. McGregor Adams, Geo. E. Adams, John Crerar, William Wayman, S. Lockwood Brown, Henry Clay Kinney, C. C. Bonney, Dr. Sidney Sawyer, Henry Bausher, Jr., Henry E. Hamilton, Grant Goodrich, James Morgan, Wm. J. Onahan, DeWitt C. Cregier, Samuel C. Griggs, Samuel S. Greeley, Samuel Johnson, James J. Richards, Henry J. Willing, Chas. C. P. Holden, Simeon W. King, John T. Noyes, O. B. Green, Norman Williams, H. W. Jackson, John Bates, C. A. Mosher, William Aldrich, Robert Hervey, Henry L. Hatch, Geo. W. Newcomb, Arthur W. Windette, Jonathan Slade, Charles Harpel, Edward F. Cragin, Dr. John Nutt, E. A. Otis, A. 26 ISAAC N. ARNOLD. B. Tobey, Andrew J. Galloway, Lawrence Proudfoot, Amos G. Throop, Martin Kimball, Thomas P. Robb, William A. Butters, Jacob Miller, Redmond Prindiville, Frederick A- Hunt, Wm. R. Manierre, Ralph N. Isham, Julian S. Rum- sey, Albert D. Hager, and Frank M. Blair. CORRESPONDENCE. TRIBUTE OF DR. H. N. POWERS. To the Editors of the " Standard " : There was buried today at Chicago one of the noblest men of that city — one whose character I revered and of whose friendship I was proud — that man was Isaac N. Arnold. Mr. Arnold, who was born in the State of New York, went to Chicago, then a smaller place than Bridge- port, when a very young man, and ever since has been identified with what is the best in the reputation of the city and of Illinois. He helped lay there the foundations of whatever makes a commonwealth honored and endur- ing. During the terrible years of the civil war, he faith- fully served his adopted State in the Congress of the Nation, and was the first to propose there the emancipa- tion of the slaves. In the circle of gifted men like Abra- ham Lincoln, Stephen A. Douglas, and Elihu B. Wash- burne, who made the bar of Illinois famous, he was a notable personage. For many years until his death, he was president of the Chicago Historical Society, and a prominent member of the Chicago Literary Club. He was a cultivated scholar, a sound and skilful lawyer, an 28 ISAAC N. ARNOLD. able and painstaking biographer and historian, a pure patriot, and a Christian of untarnished name. His rela- tions with Mr. Lincoln were more intimate and confiden- tial than those of any other public man in the Nation. Their friendship, cemented by years of affectionate inter- course, was very close, tender, and beautiful. After Mr. Lincoln's death, Mr. Arnold made extensive and critical preparations to write his biography, and his material for this purpose in 1871 amounted to eight large manuscript volumes. All this valuable matter, including a great many letters of Mr. Lincoln, and other MSS. in his own writing, was burned up in the memorable Chicago fire. In de- scribing to me the destruction of his pleasant house and precious contents — a calamity that he supposed he would escape till the moment that it came — Mr. Arnold did not seem to grieve over any loss but that of the volumes of Lincoln MSS. This was really a national loss. In the removal of Isaac N. Arnold, Chicago loses a citizen who represented the best side of her character and life. He was faithful to the last to the high ideals of his youth. He was never tainted by the mercenary spirit that gives that city such notoriety, and nothing unworthy ever clouded his fair name, which was a synonym for honor and patriotism. His presence was noble; his man- ner and bearing, knightly. His was a nature in which gentleness and force, refinement and vigor, scholarship TRIBUTE OF DR. II. N. POWERS. 29 and piety beautifully blended in a character of symmetri- cal and admirable manhood. It seems as though it was but yesterday that one of his letters of warm greeting and encouragement came to me, and before me now, as I write, is an invitation to his funeral. As I can not be with those who sadly follow his remains today to their last resting- place, it is some little solace to my heart to cast this brief and hasty tribute upon his grave. H. X. Powers, Rector Christ Church, Bridgeport, Conn. April 28, 1884. TRIBUTE OF DR. J. A. BOLLES. [Standard of the Cross, Cleveland, O.] To the Editor: Your paper of last week contained a notice of the death of Hon. Isaac X. Arnold of Chicago, and a fitting tribute to his memory. In that notice, Mr. Arnold is spoken of as "a leading citizen of Chicago, foremost in good works, and influential in promoting the good name and interests of the city and state; a gentleman of digni- fied and noble bearing, learned in the law and in letters, able as a writer, eloquent as a speaker, and of unsullied reputation in his public and private life." Xot much more could well be said of any one, more especially of a man always in public life, not only as a lawyer but a politician. 30 ISAAC N. ARNOLD. a legislator, and a member of Congress; and yet the crown- ing excellency of his character is omitted, for "Christian is the highest style of man,'' and Mr. Arnold was a Christian, a communicant of the Protestant Episcopal Church, and for many years a vestry- man of St. James' Church, Chicago. But my object is not adulation. What I wish is to hold him up as an example to all young men of what may be accomplished by an earnest, honest, and faithful Christian life. My first acquaintance with Mr. Arnold began in 1841, when I married him to a lady in whom I was much interested, who had been a member of my family school for young ladies; nor can I ever forget my anxieties on that occasion. From that time to the pres- ent I have been more or less intimate with the family; and I hesitate not to say that Mr. Arnold was one of the most remarkable illustrations of a self-made man I have ever known. What I mean is this, that though his father was an eminent physician, yet at the age of fifteen years he began life for himself, without any other advantages than those of a common district-school education, in West- ern New York. At the age of twenty-one years, he was admitted to the bar, became the partner of his teacher, Judge Morehouse of Cooperstown; and soon after was so successful in advocating the cause of a negro, charged with TRIBUTE OF DR. J. A. BOLLES. 3 1 a capital offence, as to gain for himself almost a national reputation. Then at the age of twenty-three years he removed to Chicago, arriving there in 1836, publishing his card as a lawyer; and notwithstanding all the trials and temptations of that strange city for any young man, yet he weathered the storm, and has now gone to his rest, at the age of seventy years, beloved and honored as a friend, a citizen, a lawyer, a churchman, a statesman, and an author whose works will be forever identified with the history of the country. All this not from any peculiar genius or special brilliancy of intellect or advantages of education, but simply and solely because of his untiring industry, his good common-sense, his sincerity and honesty of character, and his fidelity in acting upon that response of the catechism as to the two things which we chiefly learn from the Ten Commandments, " my duty towards God and my duty towards my neighbor." My mind goes back to the time of my first acquaint- ance with Mr. Arnold, now more than forty years ago, and when I contrast the results with the prospect, there arises before me at once the evidences of that supernatu- ral grace and strength which were promised to him in his holy baptism, and which enabled him so to "pass the waves of this troublesome world" as finally to "die in the communion of the catholic church, in the confidence of a certain faith, in the comfort of a reasonable, religious, and 32 ISAAC N. ARNOLD. holy hope, in favor with God and in perfect charity with the world." O how many thousands have fallen beside him in public life, making "shipwreck of faith and a good conscience," and yet, God be praised, our dear friend was enabled to "withstand the temptations of the world, the flesh, and the devil," and to continue "steadfast, immova- ble, always abounding in the work of the Lord." But the best and crowning act of his life, was un- doubtedly the document read by him before the Philo- sophical Society of Chicago, Dec. 16, 1882, only a little more than a year before his death, and which he entitled "The Layman's Faith." Both as a lawyer and a politi- cian, Mr. Arnold had been associated with a certain dis- tinguished atheist whose name I will not mention, but who as a lecturer had been received in Chicago with marked success. "The Layman's Faith" is a complete and unanswerable response to all the ribald, invective, and blasphemous enormities of that atheistic lecturer to whom he alludes at the beginning of this noble and splendid defence of the Christian religion. The questions raised are these: — "If a man die, shall he live again? Is there a God, our great Father? Has He revealed Himself to man ? " " For me," he says, " these questions must soon be solved by death. Not many years, at most, can elapse before I shall 'sleep with my fathers,' 'lie in cold obstruc- tion's apathy,' or, as I hope and believe, live again in a brighter life." TRIBUTE OF DR. J. A. BOLLES. 33 I wish I could quote largely from this admirable essay on "paper" as he modestly calls it; for there is no argu- ment against Christianity by any of our modern unbe- lievers which is not fairly and squarely met and exposed ; and I think it should be printed as a tract and put into the hands of every young lawyer in the country. But I can only call attention to it as embracing a full discussion of the following subjects, viz.: The Mysteries of the Faith; the Existence of God; Christianity and its Tri- umphs; The Life and Character of our Blessed Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ; The Results of His Life and Death, both as a Suffering and a Conquering Saviour; The Tes- timony of Great Men; The Desires and Longings of the Human Soul; all these subjects are thoroughly examined and interwoven with some of the most touching appeals to the human heart which have ever been conceived or uttered. The document concludes with an interesting account of a Sunday in the Alps at Chamounix, in 1873, attending the English Chapel, with travelers from all quarters of the world, worshiping the same Almighty God, according to the Book of Common Prayer, "all one in Christ Jesus," and then all assembling in the evening, in one of the par- lors of the inn, to listen to that wonderful poem of Cole- ridge, "The Hymn to Mount Blanc." 34 ISAAC N. ARNOLD. " Oh, dread and silent mount, I gazed upon thee Till * * * entranced in prayer I worshiped the Invisible alone." "And what do they offer you in place of this sublime religion ? Darkness and doubt — agnosticism. Poor chil- dren, groping here in thick blackness; and in the future, death and annihilation! * * * But all this, like the meteor that rises above the marsh, and the glare of 'false science that leads to bewilder and dazzles to blind,' shall pass away. Christianity shall live until its great work shall have been accomplished, and man shall be restored to purity and happiness and to God. Such, gentlemen, is my hope — such is my. faith!" Blessed words, now sealed and attested by death ! What greater comfort can there be to surviving relatives and friends! ■■When Faith grows dim and Hope seems gone, The dead in Christ shall cheer us on." Affectionately contributed by James A. Bolles. Cleveland, May 15, 1884. TRIBUTE OF GEO. W. LAV. 35 From among the many letters received by Mrs. Arnold after her husband's death, the following of Mr. Lay's is selected because in it is mentioned a trait of Mr. Arnold's character — his kindly interest in the younger members of his profession — not alluded to in the other papers: TRIBUTE OF GEO. W. LAV. BATAVIA, N.Y., April 2H, 1884. Dear Mrs. Arnold: Imagine my surprise when I saw the telegraph an- nouncement of Mr. Arnold's death, not knowing that he was seriously ill. Immediately I was carried back to the first time I came to Chicago, in June, 1847, and went into the law-office of Arnold & Ogden. Ey the kindness of Mr. Arnold, I was soon taken as his partner in business. From that time until the date of our separation, a period of over sixteen years, he always treated me with the utmost kindness and consideration. Never, during our long association, did we have any disagreement and never, although for over sixteen years together, did we have any settlement of our partnership, each apparently satisfied, and fully trusting each other. At our last meeting, when I visited him at his home, we talked over old cases in which we were interested, and the many amusing incidents in our long partnership. He then told me he was carefully rewriting the life of Lincoln, 36 ISAAC X. ARNOLD. and seemed to me then to be as young- in his feelings as ever, as hopeful, seemed to enjoy his life, his work, and talked of the future as happily as of the past. You, know- ing well the intimate relations we had, can easily and readily appreciate my feelings, my recollections, as I thought of the past, thought of the struggles and per- plexities of our business. To Mr. Arnold I attribute in a great measure my success in life. He was to me a firm, constant friend, an adviser, a counselor, always to be trusted. Truly a good man has been called away. Permit me to sympathize with you in your loss, to mourn for my steadfast friend, who took me by the hand, a stranger amon