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WASHINGTON IRVING. 
 
Washington Irving 
 
 COMMEMORATION OF THK 
 
 ONE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF HIS BIRTH 
 
 Washington Irving Association 
 
 TARRYTO\VN-ON-HUDSON 
 
 Tuesday Evening, April 3, li 
 
 ADDRESSES BY 
 
 JUDGE NOAH DAVIS, CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER, DONALD G. MITCHELL, 
 
 WILLIAM C. WILKINSON, JAMES WOOD, ETC. 
 
 G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS 
 
 NEW YORK : 27 & 29 WEST 23D STREET 
 
 LONDON : 25 HENRIETTA STREET, COVENT GARDEN 
 
 1884 
 
COPYRIGHT BY 
 
 G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS 
 
 Press of 
 
 G. P. Putnam's Sons 
 
 New York 
 

 The following account of the commemoration of the 
 Centennial Anniversary of the birth of Washington 
 Irving has been prepared pursuant to a resolution of the 
 Washington Irving, Association of Tarrytown, adopted 
 at a meeting held on Saturday, the 7th of April, follow- 
 ing the celebration. 
 
 M. H. B. 
 
 J. T. L. 
 
 Tarrytown-on-Hudson 
 May, 1884 
 
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COMMITTEES. 
 
 COMMITTEE ON ARRANGEMENTS : 
 
 MARSHAL H. BRIGHT, JOHN ROCKWELL, 
 
 LUCIUS T. YALE, DAVID A. ROWE, 
 
 GEN. J. F. HALL. 
 
 COMMITTEE ON SPEAKERS : 
 
 JAMES T. LAW, STEPHEN H. THAYER, 
 
 MARSHAL H. BRIGHT, L. T. YALE. 
 
 COMMITTEE ON ENTERTAINMENT AND 
 TRANSPORTA TION : 
 
 JOHN ROCKWELL, T. J. TEMPLE, 
 
 JAMES RICHARDSON, 
 
 COMMITTEE ON BADGES: 
 D. A. ROWE, M. D. RAYMOND. 
 
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Portrait of Irving, from Early Miniature by 
 
 Jarvis . . . . . . . Frontispiece 
 
 Portrait of Irving, from Painting by Vanderlyn i 
 Etching of Sunnyside, by Gifford .... 4 
 
 Portrait of Irving, from Drawing by Martin . 6 
 
 Portrait of Irving, from Bust by Hughes . .12 
 Portrait of Matilda Hoffman . . . .18 
 
 Christ Church, Tarrytown 22 
 
 Christ Church, Tarrytown, Interior View 26 
 
 Christ Church, Tarrytown, Interior View, Showing 
 
 Irving Memorial Tablet . . 30 
 
 Old Mill, Sleepy Hollow 40 
 
 Old Wolfert's Roost, Prior to Alteration . . 48 
 
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INTRODUCTORY. 
 
 In this hurrying age anniversaries, whether of the birth 
 of great men or of great events, are easily lost sight of. 
 Indeed, the number of memorable anniversaries is small 
 at best. Back in the history of the world stretches an 
 endless procession of men who were great in some one at 
 least of all the possible elements of greatness, whose very 
 names even form a subject for dispute, while the years of 
 their birth are unknown, or if known seldom or never 
 recalled. So there are records of great deeds which have 
 changed the maps of the world, yet which are almost 
 lost in the morning mist or dimly seen in faint perspec- 
 tive, while nearly all are imbedded in the intensity and 
 dominance of the present. Interest in men and events 
 of the past, it scarcely need be said, is not so much pro- 
 portioned to their importance at the particular time of 
 their existence, as to the relation which they sustain to the 
 living issues and nearer generation of to-day. And so it 
 might be expected that while the two hundredth anniver- 
 sary of the death of quaint Sir Thomas Browne might 
 pass unnoticed, at least the one hundredth birthday of our 
 own Washington Irving, of whom it may historically be 
 more truly said than Halleck said of Cooper, that 
 
 His name is with his country's woven ; 
 First in her fields, her pioneer of mind ; — 
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it might naturally be expected that the birthday of 
 Washington Irving would not be forgotten either by those 
 his fellow-laborers in the field of literature or by his 
 sometime fellow-countrymen — some his immediate per- 
 sonal friends, inhabitants of Tarrytown, where he lived, 
 where he worshipped, and upon whose every hill, valley, 
 and bosky hollow he had cast like a spell the witchery of 
 his romance. Yet so it was, that the approaching anni- 
 versary seems to have wholly escaped attention until a 
 newspaper slip announcing the near centenary of Irving's 
 birth arrested the attention of three gentlemen living in 
 Tarrytown. These gentlemen meeting one day — it was 
 about the middle of March — the question naturally arose, 
 " Why not do something to commemorate the event ? " 
 Sure enough, why not ? The question was answered in 
 part by an agreement to invite a few friends to meet as 
 soon as practicable for consultation over the matter. 
 Later, Mr. T. J. Temple invited the gentlemen interested 
 to meet at his house — an invitation which was promptly 
 accepted, and subsequently made to include not only 
 that but all subsequent meetings. 
 
 On Monday, the 19th of March, the first meeting was 
 held. There were present on that occasion the following 
 gentlemen, viz. : M. H. Bright, Gen. James F. Hall, James 
 T. Law, David A. Rowe, Rev. J. Selden Spencer, T. J. 
 Temple, and L. T. Yale. The gentlemen then and there 
 assembled organized themselves into an Association to 
 be known as "The Washington Irving Association," 
 whose object was declared to be that of " appropriately 
 
commemorating the life and services to literature of 
 Washington Irving by appropriately celebrating the 
 centennial anniversary of his birth in the town where he 
 lived and died." Additions were made by election, con- 
 stituting the General Committee of the Association as 
 
 follows : 
 
 The General Committee. 
 
 Marshal H. Bright. 
 Washington Choate. 
 Harry A. Grant, Jr. 
 James F. Hall. 
 N. C. Husted. 
 
 D. W. JUDD. 
 
 James T, Law. 
 M. D. Raymond. 
 
 John Rockwell. 
 James Richardson. 
 David A. Rowe. 
 J. Selden Spencer. 
 Thos. J. Temple, 
 Stephen H. Thayer. 
 William C. Wilkinson. 
 Lucius T. Yale. 
 
 The following officers were then elected : 
 
 Rev. J. Selden Spencer, President. 
 T. J. Temple, ist Vice-President. 
 D, W. JUDD, 2d Vice-President. 
 L. T, Yale, Secretary. 
 D. A. Rowe, Treasurer. 
 
 It was then formally resolved, " that this Association 
 celebrate the one hundredth anniversary of the birth of 
 Washington Irving, in Tarrytown, on Tuesday evening 
 April 3, 1883." A committee on speakers was then ap- 
 pointed, viz. : Messrs. Jas. T. Law, S. H. Thayer, M. H. 
 Bright, L. T. Yale. 
 
 The next meeting of the General Committee was 
 held at Mr. Temple's residence, on Thursday evening, 
 March 22d. All the Committee were present. The offer 
 of the Trustees of the Second Reformed Church, tender- 
 ing the use of that building, was received and accepted 
 
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 with thanks. It was ascertained that more extended 
 facilities could not be had ; — whatever celebration was had 
 must take place in a church, and arrangements must be 
 perfected during the ensuing ten days. The necessary 
 additional committees were then appointed [see p. v.]. 
 
 It was resolved, that membership in the Association be 
 placed at one dollar, and that all citizens of Westchester 
 County in sympathy with the objects of the Association 
 be invited to join. It was further resolved, " that Mr. 
 Donald G. Mitchell be invited to deliver an address ap- 
 propriate to the occasion." A resolution was also 
 adopted, inviting the Westchester County Historical 
 Society to be present on the occasion ; and a like invita- 
 tion was extended to the old friends and acquaintances of 
 Mr. Irving, in Tarrytown. The presence of the Misses 
 Irving was also especially invited. Mr. S. H. Thayer 
 was invited to write a poem for the occasion, which, 
 though on brief notice, he consented to do. 
 
 The Committee met again on Friday, March 30th. It 
 was voted to request of the Misses Irving, the favor of hav- 
 ing Sunnyside open to the public on the 3d day of April. 
 [The request was promptly acceded to later by the ladies, 
 and Sunnyside was open for several days, very many 
 from all parts of the country availing themselves of the 
 opportunity to visit " Woolfort's Roost," which remained 
 the same as it was on the day of Mr. Irving's death.] 
 The various Committees then made their reports, and 
 the list of speakers being submitted, the following pro- 
 gramme was adopted : 
 
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 THE WASHINGTON IRVING CENTENARY. 
 
 AT TARRYTOWN-ON-HUDSON. 
 
 Tuesday Evening, April 3, 1883, 
 
 AT THE 
 
 SECOND REFORMED CHURCH. 
 
 The Hon. NOAH DAVIS will Preside. 
 
 PROGRAMME. 
 
 PRELUDE . (" Rip Van Winkle ") . Miss Hawes. 
 
 SALUTATORY ADDRESS .... James Wood. 
 
 READING OF LETTERS, ETC . Rev. Washington Choate. 
 
 PERSONAL REMINISCENCES 
 
 ADDRESS 
 
 ADDRESS 
 
 SONG . " The Lost Chord " 
 ADDRESS 
 
 Rev. J. Selden Spencer. 
 
 Donald G. Mitchell. 
 
 Chas. Dudley Warner. 
 
 Miss Sears. 
 
 W. C. Wilkinson, D.D. 
 
 BENEDICTION . . . Prof. T. S. Doolittle, D.D. 
 
 commencing at eight o'clock. 
 
 Under the Auspices of the Washington Irving Association 
 
 Rev. J. Selden Spencer, President, 
 
 Gen. Jas. F. Hall, 
 
 
 T. J. Temple, ist Vice-President, 
 
 N. C. Husted, 
 
 
 D. W. JuDD, 2d Vice-President, 
 
 James T. Law, 
 
 
 L. T. Yale, Secretary, 
 
 John Rockwell, 
 
 General 
 
 D. A. Rowe, Treasurer, 
 
 James Richardsoh, 
 
 Committee 
 
 Marshal H. Bright, 
 
 M. D. Raymond, 
 
 
 Washington Choate, ( 
 
 Stephen H. Thayer, 
 
 
 H.A.Grant, Jr., 
 
 W. C. Wilkinson. J 
 
 
THE CELEBRATION. 
 
 The services were held as appointed in the Second Re- 
 formed Church, Rev. J. A. Todd, D.D., pastor, and the 
 programme was carried out in its entirety. From New 
 York, Brooklyn, and other adjacent points, many came to 
 swell the audience assembled to do honor to the memory 
 of Washington Irving in the beautiful little town which 
 had so long been his home, and where he died. The 
 church presented a beautiful appearance, and especially 
 so the platform and its surroundings. The pulpit was 
 removed, and banks of exquisite flowers, ferns, and palms 
 formed a setting of rare beauty, in the centre of which was 
 the original portrait of Irving, executed by Jarvis when 
 the author was but twenty-four years of age. The legend 
 1783-1883 in large gilt figures stood against the bank 
 of greenery. The building was literally packed — every 
 square inch being occupied. Among those present were 
 Judges Larremore, Van Vorst, and Arnoux; President 
 Merrill Edward Gates, of Rutgers College ; the Misses 
 Irving; Rev. Drs. David Cole and James M.Ludlow; 
 Generals Francis Darr and Alexander Shaler ; Geo. 
 Haven Putnam, Esq.; Messrs. J. N, Hallock, Hamilton 
 W. Mabie, and Eliot McCormick, of the New York 
 religious press; .Professors E. T. Lounsbury ; T. S. 
 Doolittle, D.D., and Norman Fox ; Wm. S. Wilson, 
 
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Jonathan Odell, and Jacob Odell, Esqs. : and other old 
 friends of Mr. Irving. 
 
 Precisely as the clock was striking eight the speakers, 
 headed by the President of the evening, Chief-Justice 
 Noah Davis, entered, taking their seats on the platform, 
 followed by the General Committee. Miss Hawes at 
 once commenced playing the appropriate selection of the 
 overture from "Rip Van Winkle" on the organ, and the 
 exercises were fairly under way. Upon the conclusion 
 of the overture Chief-Justice Davis rose and addressed 
 the stilled audience as follows : 
 
 CHIEF-JUSTICE NOAH DAVIS'S ADDRESS. 
 
 Ladies and Gentlemen : — We are met to commemorate 
 the one hundredth birthday of Washington Irving. No- 
 where in all America — and that is saying in all the world 
 — could that event be more fitly celebrated than here, 
 on this right bank of the majestic river, which he loved 
 to call the "lordly Hudson," and in this most beautiful 
 region of the Hudson's incomparable beauties. Here, on 
 these hills and in these valleys, Irving loved, in youth, to 
 wander and repose. Here in manhood he chose and 
 built the home where he lived for many years, and in 
 which he did much of his life's best work ; and here 
 he died, and in his self-chosen spot in yonder beautiful 
 cemetery rests all of him that was mortal. 
 
 To him this region was classic ground in the legendary 
 tales and dreamy lore of its early settlers ; and in many 
 memories of the war of the Revolution which had just 
 
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 ended as his life began, — and notably in that singular 
 event which you recall in bronze and marble, when the 
 liberties of America hung trembling on the virtues of 
 three young yeomen of Westchester. Classic, also, it was 
 in the broad sweep of the " Tappan Zee," in the grand 
 outlook from these monumental hills, in the sweet com- 
 posure of these smiling valleys, and in the music of their 
 leaping rivulets. Here Nature and Irving became lovers 
 in his only wedded faith, and she made him her inter- 
 preter to cast over river and hill, valley and stream 
 the glamour of his genius. [Applause.] 
 
 To this Association comes the grateful duty, to make 
 this stretch of riverside comprising what is now known as 
 Tarrytown and Irvington, something akin to what Strat- 
 ford-upon-Avon is to the memory of Shakespeare, — a 
 Mecca, in which the lovers and devotees of letters bring 
 tribute to the shrine of genius. To the American who 
 visits Stratford-upon-Avon, next in interest after the 
 house and room in which Shakespeare was born, and the 
 church in which he was buried, and the few scenes known 
 to be interwoven with his life, is the little parlor of the 
 " Red Horse Inn " called Washington Irving's room, — full 
 of mementos of him, — in which he lived for many weeks 
 and where he wrote the sketch which made Americans 
 more familiar with Shakespeare's birthplace than English- 
 men themselves, and Englishmen more familiar than ever 
 before. [Applause.] 
 
 So I trust this Association will to-night give to the 
 domain of literature, similar portrayals of the life-place, 
 death-place, and burial-place of Washington Irving, to 
 
whom belongs the honor of America's first-born con- 
 queror of an undisputed seat in the world's great Repub- 
 lic of Letters. 
 
 When the hearty and prolonged applause following the 
 address had subsided, Judge Davis presented Mr, James 
 Wood, President of the Westchester County Historical 
 Society. Mr. Wood spoke as follows : 
 
 MR. JAMES WOOD'S SALUTATORY ADDRESS. 
 
 Mr. Chairman, Ladies and Gentleme7i : — We all recog- 
 nize that the fame of Irving belongs to mankind. Even 
 America cannot claim it as exclusively her own, much 
 less the city of New York where he was born, and this 
 county of Westchester where he was pleased to make his 
 home and where he died ; and yet Westchester has a 
 claim peculiarly her own, for, while we are joint-heirs with 
 others in the heritage of his fame, Irving was here hon- 
 ored during his life for other qualities besides those of 
 the gifted author, as he was here also known as the good 
 citizen, the genial neighbor, and the Christian gentleman. 
 Hence, it has seemed most fitting that the celebration of 
 the centenary of his birth should take place here, close by 
 his loved Sunnyside, under the care of those who are 
 organized to preserve associations with his memory. 
 
 It was a happy coincidence that the year in which 
 Great Britain acknowledged America's political indepen- 
 dence witnessed the birth of him who was the first to 
 cause the mother-country to acknowledge her literary 
 independence also. The years that followed seemed illy 
 
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 fitted for the cultured training of youth. The trying 
 times of the Revolution had almost destroyed the facil- 
 ities for education that had made such good progress in 
 the colonial period, and the nine colleges founded before 
 the war then barely maintained their existence, and some 
 of them not continuously. The wealthiest and some of 
 the most refined families of colonial times had been re- 
 duced to poverty or were expatriated because of their 
 political sentiments. All the means for culture were far 
 below the colonial facilities. But America has shown as 
 little regard for established rules in intellectual progress 
 as in her material development. Irving, closing an ordi- 
 nary school education at the age of sixteen, soon sur- 
 prised and delighted the literary world with his style of 
 classic elegance, and, in a condition of society that 
 favored the production of strength in character rather 
 than refinement, he displayed the best of those gentle 
 qualities claimed as only possible with a people long ac- 
 customed to the refining influences of an aristocracy. 
 Buffon had advanced the theory, and the Abb<S Raynal 
 had sought to confirm it, that it was impossible for 
 America to produce other than inferior races of men ; 
 and Lord Jeffrey, in noticing the " Sketch-Book " in the 
 Edinburgh Review, thought it " a remarkable thing " that 
 its " great purity and beauty of diction on the model 
 of the most elegant and polished writers," should have 
 been the work of an American. In old Amsterdam the 
 diamond-cutters have long manipulated precious stones, 
 making their surfaces that were rough and unattractive 
 shine with dazzling brilliancy. In New Amsterdam a 
 
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 gem, uncut by others' art, shone in its inherent quaHty 
 with a mellow lustre that has charmed the world. This 
 lustre is unfading. So long as the heart of mankind re- 
 sponds when its chords are touched by the favored few 
 who find access to its sacred presence, so long will men, 
 from childhood to old age, smile and weep at Irving's 
 gentle touches of humor and of pathos. 
 
 We may justly be proud that our country furnished a 
 Motley for The Netherlands, and a Prescott for Spain, 
 and that Irving gave to the world that " Life of Columbus " 
 which has been pronounced by high English authority 
 " a model of tasteful elegance, felicitous in every de- 
 tail, and adequate in every respect " ; and that his hands 
 decked the walls of the Alhambra with unfading gar- 
 lands. We can congratulate ourselves that the task of 
 recording the life of Washington fell to his appreciative 
 pen ; and it is a part of our local good fortune that his 
 touch has made classic ground of familiar localities 
 about us, as his closely attached friend, Sir Walter 
 Scott, hallowed so many places by his genius. 
 
 We desire at all times to treasure this name, honored 
 and loved around the wide world ; and, on this centennial 
 anniversary of his birth, we bid you, gentlemen, who 
 have come to take part in this celebration, and all who 
 are here present, welcome to the home of Irving. Though 
 we cannot hope to grasp the inspiration of the genius 
 of the author, we may at least endeavor to emulate the 
 character of the man. [Applause.] 
 
 At the conclusion of Mr. Wood's address the Rev. 
 Washington Choate, of Irvington, read the following: 
 
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 RESPONSES BY LETTER. 
 
 From Governor CLEVELAND. 
 
 Executive Chamber, Albany, 
 March 21, 1883. 
 
 Marshal H. Bright, Esq., Chairman, etc, : 
 
 Dear Sir — I have to-day received your invitation to attend 
 the celebration of the anniversary of the birth of Washington 
 Irving. I am sorry to be obliged to deny myself that pleasure 
 on account of official duties. If a pure life and the placid 
 calm of its later time are of benefit to the world, and if he who 
 writes to instruct and elevate, while he diverts, is entitled to 
 grateful remembrance, we do well to celebrate the birth of our 
 beloved countryman. 
 
 I hope the observance of this anniversary will long continue 
 to remind all who read of one who, though dead, should al- 
 ways live in their love and admiration. 
 Yours very truly, 
 
 Grover Cleveland. 
 
 From JOHN G. WHITTIER. 
 
 Amesbury, Third Month, 21, 1883. 
 y antes T. Law, Esq., Tarrytowti, N. V. : 
 
 Dear Friend — I have received thy invitation in behalf of 
 the committee in charge of the celebration of the looth anni- 
 versary of the birthday of Washington Irving. I greatly regret 
 that age and delicate health must prevent me from availing 
 myself of it. 
 
 So general are the admiration and love of all English-speak- 
 ing people for the genial author of the "Sketch-Book," that it 
 may be regarded superfluous for me to own my great indebted- 
 
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 ness to him as a writer of exceeding purity and beauty of style 
 and thought, the pioneer of American literature. 
 
 It has been long a matter of regret that while he was living 
 I did not feel myself warranted in seeking the acquaintance of 
 one upon whom I could have no other claim than that of 
 a sincere admirer. Our literature has assumed large propor- 
 tions since he laid aside his pen, but his writings have lost none 
 of their attractions ; and the veil of romance which he has 
 thrown over the Highlands of the Hudson still lingers there, 
 and Crow Nest and Dunderberg will always loom through it. 
 
 I thank the committee for remembering me on the occasion 
 of his anniversary, and am very truly thy friend, 
 
 John G. Whittier. 
 
 From GEORGE WM. CURTIS. 
 
 West New Brighton, Staten Island, 
 March 31, 1883. 
 
 Dear Sir — I am very sorry that I am unable to accept the 
 invitation to take part in the centenary commemoration of Irv- 
 ing, on Tuesday evening, at Tarrytown. Nowhere could the 
 anniversary of his birth be more fitly celebrated than in the 
 town which he chose for his home, and in which he died and 
 lies buried, on the banks of the noble river over which his 
 genius has thrown a romantic and enduring charm. 
 
 If it were possible for me to come, I should venture to sug- 
 gest that no place and no time could be more appropriate than 
 those of your meeting, for beginning an active movement to 
 secure a statue of Washington Irving in Central Park, The 
 Park is happily becoming a Sylvan Walhalla or Pantheon ; a 
 gallery of memorials of famous men, and especially of great 
 authors of every land, as befits a cosmopolitan city. But what 
 American could show a njiore commanding title to such an 
 honor than Irving ? Whose statue would stand with more pro- 
 
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 priety among the noble figures that recall the glories of the lit- 
 erature of Britain, Germany, and Italy, than that of the man 
 who wrote the first American book that the whole world read, 
 and still reads with delight, and from which dates our distinc- 
 tive literature ? 
 
 Such a memorial might well be erected in any part of the 
 country, for Irving belongs to that group of authors who are 
 not only admired for the charm of their works, but who are 
 themselves beloved for the purity and sweetness of their lives. 
 Yet while the whole country justly claims him, he was in a cer- 
 tain distinctive sense a New Yorker. He made the city and 
 its neighborhood, and the Hudson River, peculiarly his own. 
 His genius is especially connected with the region which the 
 Park commands, and the name of Knickerbocker, which he 
 has associated with New Amsterdam forever, is intimately and 
 familiarly blended with the life and activities of New York. In 
 New York, therefore, and in Central Park, his statue should 
 be erected, not for his own fame, which will endure as long as 
 the thunder rolls among the Catskill Mountains, and the mid- 
 night gusts sweep through Sleepy Hollow, but to remove from 
 his native city the reproach of neglecting to include among 
 those whom she honors in her great resort, her most illustrious 
 son, the benign patriarch of American literature. 
 Very truly yours, 
 
 George William Curtis. 
 
 D. A. Ro7ve, Esq. 
 
 From JOHN JAY. 
 
 The Rev. j/^. Selden Spencer^ President of the Irving Association : 
 Reverend and Dear Sir — I would gladly have accepted 
 
 the request of your Association, kindly brought to me by Mr. 
 
 Rowe, to assist in celebrating the centennial of Irving's birth, 
 
 had it not come at a moment of sudden domestic sorrow. 
 It is fitting that our old Westchester to which Irving by his 
 
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 stories and his life has added the legendary charm which 
 blends so happily with its historic memories, should pay to the 
 author and to the man this loving tribute of remembrance ; and 
 it is proper that this tribute should be paid on the banks of the 
 Hudson, of which he wrote : "The Hudson is in a manner 
 my first and last love, and, after all my wanderings and seeming 
 infidelities, I return to it with a heartfelt preference over all 
 the rivers of the world." 
 
 Some twenty-four years have passed since Irving was taken 
 from us, and of the distinguished procession which saw him 
 laid to rest, the most have followed him to the Spirit Land. 
 Among those who on the third of April are to celebrate his 
 birth there will be none of the friends of his youth, and but 
 few who knew him in the serene evening of his days and amid 
 the genial atmosphere of his pleasant home ; few who can 
 recall the cordial greeting, the grace of manner, the cheery 
 tone, the playful humor, the uniform kindliness of his nature, 
 and the winning sunlight of his smile. 
 
 But all readers of Irving may learn his manly and tender 
 traits from the unconscious personality which marks his writ- 
 ings, from the earlier creations of his sportive fancy, to his last 
 and greatest work, the " Life of Washington." 
 
 It is pleasant to remember that if some of the names which 
 shone in the literary firmanent, when Irving's star was rising 
 modestly on the Western horizon, have paled amid the bright- 
 ening light of later luminaries, the fame of Washington Irving, 
 with a true, fixed, and resting quality, has attained the magni- 
 tude and brilliancy of a stately planet. 
 
 It is pleasant to think that when the people of Westchester 
 and New York, with kinsmen, friends, and neighbors, shall 
 meet at Tarrytown, near Sunnyside and Sleepy Hollow, to pay 
 this centennial tribute to his virtues and his fame, their service 
 of love will represent in a measure a world-wide circle, and 
 express the cultured sympathies of other lands. 
 
 I am, dear sir, faithfully yours, 
 
 John Jay. 
 
 New York, March 31, 1883. 
 
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 From President NOAH PORTER. 
 
 New Haven, Conn., March 24, 1883. 
 Mr. Marshal H. Bright^ Chairman^ etc. : 
 
 My Dear Sir — I regret that it will not be possible for me 
 to accept the courteous invitation of your Committee to be 
 present at the Centennial Anniversary of the birth of Wash- 
 ington Irving on the 3d of April. 
 
 I should be pleased to bring with me a well-worn and much- 
 read copy of the first ten numbers of Salmagiaidi, bound in a 
 volume, which somehow happens to find itself among the odds 
 and ends of my library. The numbers run from the second to 
 the seventh edition, and the volume would suggest very many 
 topics, upon all of which you will doubtless hear instructive and 
 eloquent speakers. 
 
 We cannot estimate too highly the many and varied services 
 which Washington Irving rendered to his generation in his 
 long and useful life of varied and efficient activity. 
 Very respectfully, 
 
 N. Porter. 
 
 Brief expressions of regret at inability to be present 
 were also received from Rev. Jno. A. Todd and Rev. 
 Jno. K. Allen of Tarrytown [these gentlemen were pre- 
 vented by previous engagements, calling them out of 
 town] ; Rev. Jno. B. Thompson, D.D., formerly of Tarry- 
 town ; Rev. Drs. Jno. M. Buckley, Howard Crosby, John 
 Hall, Wm. Ormiston, Samuel I. Prime and E. D. G. 
 Prime of The Observer; H. C. Potter, Wm. M. Taylor, 
 Wm. H. Ward of The Independent ; Jno. H. Dey, Esq., 
 of The Evatigelist ; Parke Godwin, President Barnard of 
 Columbia College, President Eliot of Harvard, Thos. 
 Bailey Aldrich, Jno. Treat Irving — Mr. Irving being pre- 
 
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 vented by illness from attending ; E. C. Stedman, and 
 others. At the conclusion of the reading of the letters, 
 the Rev. Washington Choate read the following poem, 
 by Mr. Stephen H. Thayer, of Tarrytovvn, which was 
 received with many manifestations of approval : 
 
 MR. THAYER'S POEM. 
 
 WASHINGTON IRVING. 1783-1883. 
 
 Distant we stand, as if from some far main 
 We viewed a wide expanse of wave and strand 
 Till, midway in the Eastern glimpse of land 
 Our vision greets a mountain on the plain. 
 
 Time, distance, cannot veil our wistful eyes ; 
 The lofty peak stands ever as before. 
 And we, while gazing from the level shore, 
 See now its form in stainless lustre rise. 
 
 Clear sky and golden beauty bathe the height. 
 Serene it lifts its airy crest to fame ; 
 Above the need or care of praise or blame, — 
 A fadeless summit clothed in robes of light : 
 
 So stands our Irving of a hundred years. 
 Loved master in the field of lettered lore, 
 Whose brow first bore the crown and nobly wore 
 Its circling nimbus far above his peers. 
 
 He missed the unsheathed sword, the battle-plain 
 That won for liberty her fair increase. 
 But kept his birthday in the year of peace. 
 The nation's jubilee from strife and pain. 
 
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 He taught our embryo empire in its youth 
 That Art was loyal to its natal cause, 
 And wrote of gentler manners, kindlier laws, 
 Of beauty bred in common ways of truth. 
 
 From the wild haunts of brooding solitude, 
 From old traditions steeped in romance dear 
 He brought his marvels to the duller ear, 
 And to the heart a finer fancy wooed. 
 
 He had the poet's music and his dream. 
 
 His wanton imagery without his song. 
 
 Yet deftly wrought, in rhythms pure and strong, 
 
 Idyllic-like the method of his theme. 
 
 To him was given the charmed magician's hand. 
 To weave withal a mystic tale of love. 
 Or some sweet spell, the spirit-life to move. 
 And win it captive by his potent wand. 
 
 An affluent soul was his that made man kin, 
 A genial humor graced with beauteous speech, 
 Evoking tears and laughter, blessed to teach 
 A purer accent to the voice within. 
 
 What fair creation has his genius wrought ! 
 What witcheries — in peopling yon lone vale — 
 He wove into the texture of a tale 
 And fashioned in the fancy of his thought ! 
 
 The tides that bore him once to Eastern lands, 
 Come back to-day, resounding as they came 
 Long years ago, with echoes of his name, 
 And sweep their messages across our sands, 
 
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 Till we, within the shadow of his home, 
 Bless the full radiance of his renown. 
 That breaks benign beyond the sea and town, 
 Unvexed by other lights that go and come : 
 
 And through the centuries we see afar 
 
 His glory — nothing dimmed from age to age — 
 
 In panegyrics light the living page. 
 
 To pledge for him the orbit of a star ! 
 
 The President of the evening then introduced the Rev. 
 James Selden Spencer, Rector of Christ Church, Tarry- 
 town, of which Irving was for many years a communicant 
 and warden. Mr. Spencer's topic was " Personal Remi- 
 niscences of Irving," whose pastor and intimate friend he 
 was. Mr. Spencer spoke as follows : 
 
 REV. JAMES SELDEN SPENCER'S ADDRESS. 
 
 Hazlitt, in his admirable "Table-Talk," has an essay 
 entitled, " Of Persons One would Wish to Have Seen." 
 Lamb suggested the subject at a gathering of literary 
 men, among whom were Dr. Burney, Leigh Hunt, Haz- 
 litt, and other celebrities. The ghosts of departed great- 
 ness were summoned before them, but with much adverse 
 criticism. " What we want to see," says Lamb, " are 
 persons ; Mr. Locke and Sir Isaac Newton are not persons, 
 that is, not characters. When you name them, you mean 
 the * Essay on the Human Understanding,' and the 
 ' Principia.' " The discussion as to whom one would 
 wish to have seen, seemed to turn, not simply upon the 
 
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 preference to gaze upon men distinguished by their 
 works, but upon the point of personality. Beyond the 
 deeds of great men and the works of great authors, there 
 may be nothing personally interesting in the men them- 
 selves. What we want most to see any one bodily for 
 is, because of something peculiar in the individual, some 
 spiritual magnetism of character, something more than 
 we can learn from his writings, and yet which we are 
 curious to know. The discussion closed by Lamb's say- 
 ing : " There is only one other Person I can ever think 
 of after this ; if Shakespeare were to come into the room, 
 we should all rise up to meet him ; but if that Person 
 were to come into it, we should all fall down and try to 
 kiss the hem of His garment," I think most of us in 
 this assembly, gathered together to honor his memory 
 on this centennial celebration of his birth, would name 
 Washington Irving as one we would wish to have 
 seen. And those of us who have been privileged to see 
 him in person will certainly count it among their most 
 valued recollections that they have looked upon that dis- 
 tinguished man, around whose mind the sweetest visions 
 of fancy played, like gleams of pleasant sunshine ; he 
 who stood in the foreground of American literature, and 
 compelled its respect abroad ; the playful humorist — the 
 genial companion — the warm-hearted friend — one who 
 has handed down to us the legends of the past so vividly 
 that they have become the antiquarian lore of our land — 
 one whose mind was a store-house of curious and quaint 
 devices — a true, honest, upright. Christian gentleman. 
 Seldom has literary fame been so beautifully blended 
 
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 with personal attractiveness, nor did wit and learning 
 form so close an alliance, as in Washington Irving. The 
 name of Irving has taken a strong hold, not only upon 
 the American heart, but wherever the Saxon in which he 
 so purely wrote is spoken. Not only by the educated, 
 but by common consent, his remarkable genius is recog- 
 nized, and his fame secured. What largely evokes this 
 universal eulogy is the presence of the man in his works. 
 In him the affections and the intellect were beautifully 
 blended ; — the affections flowing in upon the intellect, 
 tempering it with their hallowed grace and charity, and 
 the intellect in return giving strength and dignity to the 
 affections, illustrating what Coleridge so aptly terms " the 
 heart in the head." It is of the man that I am to speak 
 to-night. Washington Irving is certainly the one whom 
 I most rejoice to have seen ; and those here present who 
 knew him will bear me out in the assertion that you saw 
 but half of him in his works ; the other half — and that 
 the best half — was the attractive, winsome, personal 
 character of the man. I shall ever count it among the 
 most precious memories of my life that I have held in- 
 tercourse with one so rarely gifted in heart and intellect 
 as he, and have been privileged to minister unto him in 
 holy things. 
 
 Disappointment has been expressed to me more than 
 once by friends who have read the admirable " Life and 
 Letters of Washington Irving," that so little is there said 
 respecting his religious character. But that explanation 
 is found, when we learn that the materials for that work 
 were mainly prepared by Irving himself, and that the 
 
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 most his biographer had to do was to weave them into 
 shape. The latter himself says : " It has been my aim to 
 make the author, in every stage of his career, as far as 
 possible, his own biographer." Now, Irving was too 
 sensitive and modest in his nature to allow attention to 
 be drawn to his religious convictions. He instinctively 
 shrank from any such publicity. It has been said that 
 every man has two lives : that which is open and ap- 
 parent to others, and that which is known only to him- 
 self and God. It was emphatically true of Irving ; and 
 that inner spiritual life of his was sacred to him in its 
 privacy, into which no one must intrude. This was 
 partly due to the great constitutional modesty of his 
 nature, which was almost feminine in its delicacy, and 
 partly to the solemn awe with which the religion of 
 Christ impressed him. Religion directed and moulded 
 his life, without any self-consciousness, but as an ac- 
 cepted law of his being. To be all which his Maker 
 wished him to be, and gave him power to be, became a 
 law of his existence, which he faithfully tried to fulfil. 
 His religious convictions were deeply seated and sincere. 
 If he was not, with polemic skill, unceasingly driving a 
 religious sentiment into you with his lips, he yet was 
 ever beautifully illustrating the religious life in his own. 
 Every thing like display was foreign to his nature. His 
 piety was not obtrusive, but illustrative. It flowed, 
 not with the noisy murmurings of the shallow brook, but 
 with the calm, peaceful, yet strong current of the river. 
 He had the faith and humanity of a child, and in no one 
 has rare modesty with greatness been more sweetly com- 
 
CHRIST CHURCH, TARRYTOWN 
 
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 bined. Sallust's portrait of Cato is beautifully photo- 
 graphed in Irving : " He would rather be, than seem to be 
 a good man, so that the less he sought glory, the more he 
 obtained it." It was this which made his character so at- 
 tractive, and his companionship so endearing to his 
 friends ; and no one could draw near the inner sanctuary 
 of his heart, as some of us were privileged to do, without 
 the most confident assurance that he was a true and de- 
 vout Christian man. 
 
 My acquaintance with Irving began in the year 1854, 
 under circumstances so tender and affecting, as to lead 
 me ever after to regard him with the deepest affection. 
 At the beginning of my ministry in Christ Church, Tarry- 
 town, a heavy, foreboding sorrow overshadowed me ; and 
 when the blow came Washington Irving was one 
 of the first to call upon me and proffer me the comfort 
 and strength of his tender sympathy. The sorrow of an- 
 other perhaps awakened the memory of his own anguish 
 that followed the loss of his betrothed love. The warm 
 and prolonged pressure of the hand made me feel the 
 power of his sympathy, and then followed these few 
 words, softly and gently spoken : " They who minister 
 to others must not themselves refuse the consolation." 
 This may appear a slight thing to others but to me 
 it was a personal revelation of human sympathy, next to 
 the peaceful benediction of the Master Himself. We 
 often note how the world is surprised to learn that a man 
 distinguished for remarkable abilities in science or liter- 
 ature is a Christian ; and the surprise is often ac- 
 companied by chagrin, — for the world does not willingly 
 
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 part with its votaries, — as if there were something quite 
 out of harmony between intellectual gifts and the humil- 
 ity of Christian faith. But with Irving that early sorrow 
 of his did not leave his heart stranded upon the arid 
 sands of mere worldly renown. Its chastening influence, 
 its hallowed memories, made that heart a sanctuary for 
 more exalted hopes, for higher aspirations, than earth 
 could ever satisfy ; and while the world justly honors 
 him with her admiration for his intellectual triumphs, the 
 beautiful qualities of his heart may as justly challenge 
 her profound esteem and love. I can never forget the 
 embarrassment which I first experienced in preaching be- 
 fore Washington Irving. I painfully anticipated the 
 criticism of one who stood in the foremost rank of our 
 authors, whose chaste and elegant style has entitled him 
 to be called the Addison of American Literature. But I 
 soon found that there was no more devout or attentive 
 listener in the church than he. He sat in his pew, with 
 his head lightly resting upon his hand, in that pensive at- 
 titude which one of his portraits exhibits, I think, with 
 great fidelity in the likeness. He would thus sit, with 
 his eye intent upon the speaker, as one anxious to receive 
 some truth for his soul's health. With all his powers of 
 mind he knew of no other spiritual sustenance than the 
 Gospel of Christ ; and its plain, simple truths such as 
 a little child might comprehend, were to him like the 
 precious feeding upon the loaves broken in the Master's 
 hands. 
 
 On my first interview with him at Sunnysidc he in- 
 troduced the subject of church music, of which he was 
 
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 passionately fond. He then referred to the Gloria in Excel- 
 sis. Repeating the words, as if they were the joyful refrain 
 of his own heart, " Glory be to God on high, and on earth 
 peace, good-will toward men," he exclaimed, his eyes filling 
 with tears, and his voice trembling with emotion : " That 
 is religion Mr. Spencer, that is true religion for you " — 
 a simple truth enough, you say, but it assumes a vast 
 importance when it becomes the devout utterance of the 
 heart. In reference to the same divine hymn he said to 
 Dr. Creighton : " I like it above all things ; it contains 
 the sum and substance of our faith, and I never hear 
 it without having my mind lifted up and my heart made 
 better by it." On another occasion, also at Sunnyside, 
 he spoke to me, in words of thrilling tenderness, of a text 
 which had profoundly impressed him. It was this : " My 
 son, give me thine heart." Here was one of those in- 
 stances where a single verse of Holy Scripture will stand 
 out with a distinctness before unknown, and, as if with a 
 divinely magnetic force, draw the heart nearer and closer 
 to God. And this text he had thus treasured up as most 
 precious to him. Years before he must have been deeply 
 impressed with it, for on looking over a volume of 
 Bishop Wainwright's sermons I find one on this text, 
 accompanied by the statement in the preface, that it was 
 suggested to the Bishop by Washington Irving, as a text 
 which he should like of all things to hear treated of in a 
 sermon. And those of us who knew him well have 
 reason to believe that his character was formed and 
 disciplined under a profound sense of personal responsi- 
 bility to God. On another occasion, he expressed to me 
 
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 with great feeling, the same general thought, in words 
 which may be classed with the best and most beautiful he 
 ever wrote : " Religion is of the heart — not of the head ; 
 we may, with the understanding approach the vestibule 
 of the Temple, but it is only with the heart that we can 
 enter its holy precincts and draw near its sacred altar." 
 
 It became a pleasant custom after morning service in 
 Christ Church for the congregation to exchange cordial 
 greetings with the venerable Dr. Creighton and Wash- 
 ington Irving at the vestibule. Some of us remember 
 those delightful occasions. Young children, of whom 
 Irving was specially fond, and who were fond of him, 
 would surround him, putting a bunch of flowers in his 
 hand, or a bud in his button-hole, — and they would 
 always receive from him a kind word or a beaming smile. 
 He diffused the pleasant sunshine of cheerfulness all 
 around him, and no one ever entered the charmed circle 
 of his presence without feeling the better for it. Some- 
 times he would say, with a warm grasp of the hand : " I 
 thank you for your sermon," and then he would offer 
 some striking observation upon the theme. He did not 
 intend by this to be complimentary. His true heart had 
 no words to waste in flattery, but he loved the plainest 
 truths of the Gospel, and prized them far beyond any 
 mere accessories of rhetoric or eloquence. A strong 
 sense of religious obligation must have influenced him 
 quite early in life. His parents were Scotch Cove- 
 nanters, who did not regard the Episcopal Church with 
 much favor. Irving became interested in the services at 
 Trinity Church, New York, and attended there, whenever 
 
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 he could find opportunity, without his father's knowl- 
 edge. When a confirmation was announced, we read in 
 his Biography, that he stealthily left his home, when 
 quite young, and was confirmed by the Bishop in old 
 Trinity Church. We may detect in this method of his 
 to receive confirmation something of that vein of humor 
 blended with firmness in doing what he felt to be right 
 which so strongly marked his character as a man. He 
 first became a regular communicant in Christ Church, 
 Tarrytown, after the building of Sunnyside, and he 
 always continued a most devout and exemplary member 
 of the parish. On one occasion he said that when he 
 first attended church he felt but little interest in the ser- 
 vice, and waited rather impatiently till it was over, and 
 then settled himself down to listen to the sermon. But 
 one Sunday, he said, as he was entering the church, the 
 solemn exhortation to confession was being read, and 
 the thought struck him that he too had sins to confess, 
 and so he fell upon his knees and joined in solemn and 
 humble confession of sins. "And," said he, in that em- 
 phatic way which always carried with it the conviction 
 of his sincerity, and with an earnest gesticulation of his 
 arm which some of you will remember, " from that day 
 forward, the church service has ever been to me an in- 
 creasing comfort and delight." And who will say that 
 the Bible and the Prayer-Book of that fair maiden who 
 was Washington Irving's early and only love, — she who 
 " died in the beauty of her youth, and so in his memory 
 was ever young and beautiful," — who will say that those 
 treasured volumes, which from the first hour of agony at 
 
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 his irreparable loss were ever by him, taken with him in 
 all his travels, and at his death still lay by his side, were 
 not, from their sweetly sad associations, as well as from 
 their spiritual counsel and comfort, the means of hallow- 
 ing that gifted heart with high and holy purposes of love 
 and duty to God and man, and with the blessed hope of 
 everlasting life, in which he lived and died ? 
 
 Passing on from these recollections, let me touch upon 
 some points of his character which are more generally 
 recognized. Sunnyside and Christ Church were both 
 built in the same year, 1836. That sweet ivy-crowned 
 home of Irving, nestling amid the trees on the banks of 
 the Hudson, is familiar to all. The ivy upon the church 
 tower was planted by his hand, taken from the vine 
 which now mantles in rich luxuriance the walls of Sunny- 
 side, and which was originally brought from the ruins of 
 Melrose Abbey. Within the church there still remains 
 his pew, in which many pilgrims to this shrine of 
 Irving's religious life love for a moment to sit. The 
 pew is marked with his name, and was set apart years 
 ago by the vestry for the use of any members of the 
 Irving family who might worship with us, if but for an 
 hour. As near the pew as it could be placed is a beauti- 
 ful mural tablet, erected by the vestry to his memory. 
 It is skilfully and delicately wrought, and is in itself a 
 poem in stone. In the centre is the Irving coat of arms, 
 two royal supporters holding a shield, emblazoned with 
 holly leaves, having as a crest a hand holding a bunch of 
 holly. The tradition is that when Robert Bruce of 
 Scotland was a fugitive from King Edward, on being 
 
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 pursued by his troops, he, with a few friends, among 
 whom was William Irvin — the first Irving of whom we 
 have any record — took refuge in a copse of holly and 
 escaped detection. On coming out, Bruce plucked off 
 the topmost branch of the holly, and adopted it as his 
 own crest, with the motto, Sjib sole, sub umbra, virens — 
 " Thriving in sun or shade," — in prosperity or adversity. 
 Ever since then the Scots have a saying that the upper 
 branch of the holly never withers. When Bruce won his 
 throne, he knighted Sir William de Irvin, his faithful 
 friend in adversity, gave him the Castle of Drum, in 
 Aberdeenshire, now the oldest inhabited castle in Scot- 
 land, and still in possession of a distant branch of the 
 family, and at the same time gave him this, his own coat 
 of arms, in memory of his perilous escape. In this tablet 
 the holly leaves and berries are beautifully interwoven in 
 Caen stone as the capitals of its marble columns. The 
 holly now becomes not only the sign of the deliverance 
 of Irving's ancestor and his king, but also the emblem of 
 Christmas joy into which Irving so heartily entered. On 
 the stone is the following inscription : 
 
 BORN IN THE CITY OF NEW YORK, APRIL 3D, 1 783. 
 
 FOR MANY YEARS A COMMUNICANT AND WARDEN OF THIS CHURCH, 
 
 AND 
 
 REPEATEDLY ONE OF ITS DELEGATES TO THE CONVENTION 
 
 OF THE DIOCESE. 
 
 LOVED, HONORED, REVERED. 
 
 He fell asleep in yestis, - 
 
 NOVEMBER 28tH, 1859. 
 
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 Irving was elected Warden of Christ Church after his 
 return from his mission as U. S. Minister to Spain. This 
 office of Warden he held until his death. The vestry of 
 Christ Church had among its members for many years, 
 Rev. Dr. Creighton, Washington Irving, Gen. James 
 Watson Webb, and other men of marked intelligence, 
 and we may imagine the wit and wisdom which sparkled 
 at their meetings. Genius, courtesy, racy, genuine humor, 
 blended with the highest considerations of duty, will 
 rarely so meet again on common ground. It became 
 Irving's duty, as one of the wardens, to gather the offer- 
 ings of the congregation, or, in parlance, to " take up 
 the collection," and he claimed no right of exemption 
 from what might be supposed to constitute a very unat- 
 tractive performance. One Sunday, on coming out of 
 church, he said, his eyes twinkling with humor : " I have 
 passed that plate so often up and down the aisle, that I 
 begin to feel like a highwayman. I feel as if I could 
 stop a man on the road, and say, ' Your money, or your 
 life.' " 
 
 At a vestry-meeting he once modestly remarked that 
 he had now taken up the collection in church for a very 
 long time, and he ventured to ask if some one of his 
 juniors in the vestry would not relieve him of this duty. 
 One of the vestry sprang to his feet at once, and said : 
 " Mr. Chairman, I protest against any such step on the 
 part of Mr. Irving ; — it will create great confusion ; the 
 service will be neglected, and the sermon unheeded. 
 When I bring my friends with me to church, the first 
 question I am asked is, ' Which is Mr. Irving ? ' and all I 
 
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 have to say is : * Mr. Irving is the gentleman who will, 
 by and by, pass the plate in the north aisle ; ' but if he 
 gives up this duty, I shall have to rise up in my pew, and 
 thus point him out to my friends," [here, suiting the 
 action to the word,] " There he is ! there he is ! " Irving, 
 who greatly enjoyed a joke, even at his own expense, 
 laughed heartily, said no more about declining, and 
 ** passed the plate " until within a fortnight of his death, 
 at one of the vestry-meetings, Mr. Holmes was ac- 
 companied by an inoffensive pet dog, who took refuge 
 at his feet. Some question of more serious moment than 
 usual had arisen, which led to animated discussion. Mr. 
 Holmes, in his earnest and emphatic matter, pressed his 
 views upon the vestry, and the discussion threatened to 
 be prolonged and serious. When he had ended, Mr. 
 Irving arose, and inquired of the Chairman whether Mr. 
 Holmes should be allowed to put them all in bodily 
 terror ; for he had not only come here to advocate his 
 measure, but had brought with him a fierce beast, to 
 overawe the vestry and control their votes : " And," he 
 added, pointing to the little dog, "there he is now, by 
 his side, keeping guard." The irresistible drollery of his 
 speech and manner allayed at once the heat of the 
 debate, and diffused a feeling of perfect good nature 
 over the meeting, which gave a satisfactory settlement to 
 the question. 
 
 Mr. Holmes was at one time complaining to Irving 
 that some boys had broken the church windows, and that 
 severe measures must be taken to stop them. " Now, 
 Holmes," says Irving, " you are the senior Warden, and 
 
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 if any of the boys are to be punished for breaking the 
 church windows, you are the one to do it, and not I." 
 He would always be on good terms with the boys, and 
 doubtless recalled his own boyish pranks. Think of the 
 innate love of fun which prompted him, when a boy on 
 a visit to Gen, Paulding's house in this village, to rise at 
 midnight, go up to the old Dutch Church, and there 
 energetically ring the church bell, to the alarm of all the 
 ghost-fearing burghers round the country, and you have 
 the germ of that mirth-provoking spirit, which diffused 
 cheerfulness and good humor all around him, and made 
 him the sunshine of the circle in which he moved. 
 
 In his conversation, as in his writings, there was no 
 affectation, no parade of learning, no dazzling brilliancy, 
 but every thing was natural, simple, unaffected, often 
 mirthful, but never coarse — never vulgar, never rude. 
 We all know how difficult it is to wield the shafts of wit 
 and humor without inflicting pain upon others. But I 
 never heard an unkind or bitter word fall from Irving's 
 lips, nor do I believe that any one ever winced at his 
 keen, yet inoffensive humor. He was slow and hesitating 
 in conversation, and the first impression on hearing him 
 talk might be one of disappointment ; but you soon felt 
 its irresistible fascination. He would often hesitate for 
 a word, but when he found it, you saw at once that it 
 was just the word needed to make the thought perfect. 
 He told me that he wrote his MSS. in the same hesitating 
 way as it were, that is, with continual corrections ; and 
 even after the proof-sheets were sent to him to read over, 
 he would still alter and interline, to the confusion, no 
 
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 doubt, of the printer, but to the clearer perception of his 
 thought. Yet how simple is the style of Irving ! It is 
 elaborated, painstaking simplicity. " Now," said he to 
 me, as he had sent off the last sheet of his final work, the 
 Biography of Washington — a work which had engaged 
 his thoughts and pen for years — " Now I feel as if I were 
 just ready to sit down, and begin to write the Life of 
 Washington." 
 
 At a dinner party, I was one of a little crowd 
 gathered round him, to whom he told the following 
 story, which I will give in his own words : " Shortly 
 after the ' Sketch-Book ' was published in England, when 
 I began to be known, I entered a store in London to 
 make some purchases. Wishing them sent to my rooms, 
 the shopkeeper asked me my name. ' Mr. Irving,' 
 I replied. * Ah ! ' said the tradesman, ' you bear the 
 name of a great man, sir.' 'Thank you,' I answered, 
 with a look of becoming modesty, * my friends are too 
 considerate of me.' ' A great man,' said the othtff — 'great 
 preacher ! great preacher ! ' I then found that he was 
 referring to the Scotch preacher, Rev. Edward Irving, who 
 was then beginning to make a great stir in London, and I 
 escaped from the store with the rising conceit taken all out 
 of me." Shortly after hearing this story, I came across 
 an incident in the Life of Thomas Campbell, which was 
 so exact a counterpart to Irving's, that I took it to Sun- 
 nyside, and read it to him. The poet had been greeted 
 under like circumstances with Irving, as the great Mr. 
 Campbell, and his writings held in the highest esteem by 
 the worthy shopkeepers. Flattered by the undoubted 
 
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 sincerity of their admiration, he talked with them for a 
 while, and very willingly gave a guinea subscription to 
 some benevolent society of which the wife was treasurer. 
 But when he was asked whether he thought he would 
 ever make Christians of those horrible cannibals, he found 
 to his dismay that he had been mistaken for a missionary 
 to Africa, bearing the same name, and he left in haste, 
 minus a guinea, and a head shorter than he entered. 
 Irving was intimate with Campbell, and was much amused 
 with the story, which he had not heard before, and which 
 gave an experience so like his own, — only Irving's vanity 
 did not cost him a guinea. 
 
 Let me here add an incident of his political career 
 which he himself told me ; — it is not mentioned in his 
 Biography, I suppose because it was not desired to give 
 it publicity as the one to whom it chiefly relates was living. 
 
 Washington Irving was appointed Minister to Spain 
 by President Tyler, in 1842. The appointment was un- 
 doubtedly prompted by the desire to honor our dis- 
 tinguished friend. Yet he brought eminent qualities to 
 the discharge of his official duties. A prior residence 
 in Spain had made him familiar with the language and 
 the habits of the people, and his literary reputation and 
 personal character gained for him at once the confidence 
 and esteem of the Court. He had also had some diplo- 
 matic experience as Secretary of the American Legation, 
 at London. And when he went as Minister to Spain, he 
 industriously made himself familiar with the require- 
 ments of his mission. It was during his official career, when 
 that astute politician, James Buchanan, was Secretary of 
 
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 State, that the attitude of our Government toward 
 Mexico threatened to involve us in serious complications 
 with Spain. The Madrid Government was alarmed, and 
 continually plied Mr. Irving as to the intentions of our 
 Government. " I wrote to Secretary Buchanan," said 
 Irving, " a full account of the state of feeling, but re- 
 ceived no answer. I wrote again, and again, but the 
 Secretary of State did not even deign a reply. I stood a 
 mortified representative of my country before that proud 
 and sensitive Court ; and when I returned home, I had 
 to go on to Washington, hunt up the letters I had writ- 
 ten to Mr. Buchanan, and place them myself on record 
 as a part of the history of my misson." You may imagine 
 the effect of such treatment upon a refined, sensitive 
 nature like Irving's. 
 
 Six days before the death of Irving, I gave a gentle- 
 man a letter of introduction to him. It was the last in- 
 terview he ever had with a stranger. My friend wrote to 
 me that Irving was exceedingly kind and cordial in his 
 reception of him, as he uniformly was to visitors properly 
 accredited. Among other things, he writes: "I hap- 
 pened to mention the name of his old friend, Washington 
 Allston. It set Irving's soul all glowing with tender, af- 
 fectionate enthusiasm. To hear the great painter so 
 praised by the great writer, with a voice tremulous, 
 partly with infirmity, but more with emotion, was some- 
 thing to keep as surely as if every word had been en- 
 graved with a diamond. I did not say a word about his 
 fame, or his books ; but I knew that he recognized me 
 as one of his thousands of admirers, quite as surely as if 
 
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 I had spent the time in high-wrought encomiums upon 
 his writings. Now that he has gone, his kind reception 
 of me will ever be cherished as a benediction." 
 
 On this Centennial Anniversary of Washington Irving's 
 birth, we have more to commemorate than his services to 
 literature. Praise him, as we justly may, for his works, 
 he was more remarkable for his personality than his 
 writings. In this town where he lived and died, we want 
 to look upon him in person ; we want to evoke from the 
 shadows of the past that form which once walked in our 
 midst, as the man of a kind, warm, tender heart, — a man 
 loyal to every conviction of duty, a faithful friend — in the 
 best sense of the word, a true Christian gentleman ; hav- 
 ing no enemies, but all friends, so that one humorously 
 denounced against him the woe in the Gospel, " because 
 all men spake well of him." Such memories of good and 
 wise men are a people's best heritage ; they are the 
 wealth of our land — far more than the gold of California 
 and the silver of Colorado. They are worth treasuring 
 up. In Irving's own beautiful words, which we may ap- 
 ply to him to-night, " there is a remembrance of the 
 dead to which we turn even from the charms of the liv- 
 ing." So we, to-night, by an apotheosis of our reverent 
 and loving hearts, place Washington Irving among the 
 number of those in our land who have sanctified the 
 greatness they have achieved by their goodness, who 
 have added the softened lustre of all that is graceful 
 and pure and lovely in life to the valor of the soldier, 
 to the eloquence of the statesman, to the learning of the 
 author. And through the summer of our country's 
 
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 youth, and the winter of her age, Irving's memory shall 
 be as green and fadeless as the ivy that mantles his own 
 sweet Sunnyside. [Applause]. 
 
 At the conclusion of the address, which held the close 
 attention of the audience, Miss Sears sang "The Last 
 Chord," — Miss Proctor's words set to music by Sullivan 
 
 Judge Davis then announced an address " by Irving's 
 old-time friend and companion, and our friend, Mr. Don- 
 ald G. Mitchell." Mr. Mitchell then rose and delivered 
 the following address : 
 
 MR. DONALD G. MITCHELL'S ADDRESS. 
 
 You are met to-night to pay tribute to the memory of 
 a man we all loved — born a hundred years ago. 
 
 Yet, we who put voice to your tribute are brought to 
 pause at the very start : Who can say over again — in a 
 way that shall make listeners — the praises of a balmy day 
 in June ? 
 
 Simply to recall him, however, is — I think — to honor 
 him : for there is no memory of him however shadowy 
 or vagrant which is not grateful to you, — to me and to 
 all the reading world. 
 
 It is now wellnigh upon thirty-five years since I first 
 met Mr. Irving: It was in a sunny parlor in one of the 
 houses of that Colonnade Row which stands opposite the 
 Astor Library in Lafayette Place, New York. I can re- 
 call vividly the trepidation which I carried to that meet- 
 ing — so eager to encounter the man whom all honored 
 and admired — so apprehensive lest a chilling dignity 
 
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 might disturb my ideal. And when that smiling, quiet, 
 well-preserved gentleman (I could hardly believe him 
 sixty-five) left his romp with some of his little kinsfolk, 
 to give me a hearty shake of the hand, and thereafter to 
 run on in lively, humorsome chat — stealing all trepida- 
 tion out of me, by — I know not what — kindly magnetism 
 of voice and manner, it was as if some one were playing 
 counterfeit — as if the venerated author were yet to ap- 
 pear and displace this beaming, winning personality, 
 with some awful dignity that should put me again into 
 worshipful tremor. 
 
 But no : this was indeed Mr. Irving — hard as it was to 
 adjust this gracious presence so full of benignity, with 
 the author who had told the story of the Knickerbockers 
 and of Columbus. 
 
 Another puzzle to me was — how this easy-going 
 gentleman, with his winning mildness and quiet delibera- 
 tion, — as if he never could, and never did, and never tvould 
 knuckle down to hard task-work, — should have reeled out 
 those hundreds — nay, thousands of pages of graceful, 
 well-ordered, sparkling English. 
 
 I could not understand how he did it. I do not think 
 we ever altogether understand how the birds sing and 
 sing ; and yet, with feathers quite unruffled, and eyes al- 
 ways a-twinkle. 
 
 My next sight of Mr. Irving was hereabout, at his own 
 home. By his kind invitation I had come up to pass a 
 day with him at Sunnyside, and he had promised me a 
 drive through Sleepy Hollow. 
 
 What a promise that was ! No boy ever went to his 
 
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 Christmas holidays more joyously, I think, than I, to 
 meet that engagement. 
 
 It was along this road, beside which we are assembled 
 to-night, that we drove. He all alert and brisk, with the 
 cool morning breeze blowing down upon us from the 
 Haverstraw heights and across the wide sweep of river. 
 
 He called attention to the spot of poor Andre's cap- 
 ture — not forbearing that little touch of sympathy, which 
 came to firmer yet not disloyal expression, afterward, in 
 his story of Washington. A sweep of his whip-hand told 
 me the trees under which Paulding and the rest 
 chanced to be loitering on that memorable day. 
 
 We were whirling along the same road a short way 
 farther northward, when I ventured to query about the 
 memorable night-ride of Ichabod Crane and of the Head- 
 less Horseman. 
 
 Aye, it was thereabout that tragedy came off too. 
 
 " Down this bit of road the old horse ' Gunpowder ' 
 came thundering: there away — Brom Bones with his 
 Pumpkin (I tell you this in confidence," he said) "was 
 in waiting ; and along here they went clattering neck 
 and neck — Ichabod holding a good seat till Van Ripper's 
 saddle-girths gave way, and then bumping and jouncing 
 from side to side as he clung to mane or neck, [a little 
 pantomime with the whip making it real] and so at last 
 — away yonder — well, where you like, the poor pedagogue 
 went sprawling to the ground — I hope in a soft place." 
 And I think the rollicking humor of it was as much en- 
 joyed by him that autumn morning, and that he felt in 
 his bones just as relishy a smack of it all — as if Katrina 
 
40 
 
 Van Tassel had held her quilting frolic only on the yes- 
 ter-night. 
 
 Irving first came to know Tarrytown and Sleepy Hol- 
 low when a boy of fourteen or fifteen — he passing some 
 holidays in these parts, I think, with his friend Paulding. 
 To those days belong much of that idle sauntering along 
 brook-sides hereabout — with fly-hooks and fish-rods, and 
 memories of Walton, which get such delightful recogni- 
 tion in a certain paper of the " Sketch-Book." 
 
 Then, too, he with his companions came to know the 
 old Dutch farmers of the region — whose home interiors 
 found their way afterward into his books. 
 
 I think he pointed out also, with a significant twinkle 
 of the eye, which the dullest boy would have under- 
 stood, some orchards, with which he had early acquaint- 
 ance ; and specially, too, upon some hill-top (which I 
 think I could find now), a farmery, famous for its cider- 
 mill and the good cider made there ; he, with the rest, 
 testing it over and over in the old slow way with straws, 
 but provoked once on a time to a fuller test, by turn- 
 ing the hogshead, so they might sip from the open bung ; 
 and then (whether out of mischief or mishandling, he did 
 not absolutely declare to me) the big barrel got the better 
 of them, and set off upon a lazy roll down the hill — going 
 faster and faster — they, more and more frightened, and 
 scudding away slant-wise over the fences — the yelling 
 farmer appearing suddenly at the top of the slope, but 
 too broad in the beam for any sharp race, and the hogs- 
 head between them plunging, and bounding, and giving 
 out ghostly, guttural explosions of sound, and cider, at 
 every turn. 
 
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 You may judge if Mr. Irving did not put a nice touch 
 to that story ! 
 
 After this memorable autumn drive amongst the hills, 
 I met with Mr. Irving frequently at his own home ; and 
 shall I be thought impertinent and indiscreet if I say 
 that at times — rare times, it is true — I have seen this 
 most amiable gentleman manifest a little of that restive 
 choler which sometimes flamed up in William the Testy, 
 — not long-lived, not deliberate, — but a little human blaze, 
 of impatience at something gone awry in the dressing of 
 a garden border, in the care of some stable-pet — that was 
 all gone with the first blaze, but marked and indicated 
 the sources of that wrathy and pious zest (with which 
 he is not commonly credited) with which he loved to put 
 a contemptuous thrust of his sharper language into the 
 bloat of upstart pride, and of conceit, and of insolent 
 pretension. 
 
 The boy-mischief in him — which led him out from his 
 old home in William Street, after hours, over the shed- 
 roof — lingered in him for a good while, I think, and lent 
 not a little point to some of the keener pictures of the 
 Knickerbocker history ; and, if I do not mistake, there 
 was now and then a quiet chuckle, as he told me of the 
 foolish indignation with which some descendants of the 
 old Dutch worthies had seen their ancestors put to a 
 tender broil over the playful blaze of his humor. 
 
 Indeed there was a spontaneity and heartiness about 
 that Knickerbocker history, which I think he carried a 
 strong liking for, all his life. 
 
 The " Sketch-Book," written years later, and when neces- 
 
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 sity enforced writing, was done with a great audience in 
 his eye ; and he won it, and keeps it bravely. I know 
 there is a disposition to speak of it rather patronizingly 
 and apologetically — as if it were reminiscent — Anglican 
 — conventional — as if he would have done better if he 
 had possessed our modern critical bias — or if he had been 
 born in Boston — or born a philosopher outright : Well, 
 perhaps so — perhaps so! But I love to think and believe 
 that our dear old Mr. Irving was born just where he 
 should have been born, and wrote in a way that it is 
 hardly worth our while to try and mend for him. 
 
 I understand that a great many promising young 
 people — without the fear of the critics before their eyes 
 — keep on, persistently reading that old " Sketch-Book," 
 with its "Broken Hearts," and " Wife " twining like a 
 vine, and " Spectre Bridegroom," and all the rest. 
 
 And there are old people I know, — one I am sure of, — 
 who never visit St. Paul's Church-yard without wanting to 
 peep over Irving's shoulders into Mr. Newbury's shop, 
 full of dear old toy-books ; — who never go to Stratford- 
 upon-Avon but there is a hunt — first of all — for the Red 
 Horse Tavern and the poker which was Irving's sceptre ; 
 — never sail on summer afternoons past the wall of the 
 blue Katskills, but there is a longing look-out for the stray 
 cloud-caps, and an eager listening for the rumbling of the 
 balls which thundered in the ears of poor Rip Van 
 Winkle. 
 
 What, pray, if the hero of " Bracebridge Hall " be own 
 cousin to Sir Roger de Coverley ? Is that a relationship 
 to be discarded ? And could any other than the writer 
 
43 
 
 we honor carry on more wisely the record of the cousin- 
 ship, or with so sure a hand and so deft a touch declare 
 and establish our inheritance in the rural beatitudes of 
 England ? 
 
 It may be true that as we read some of those earlier 
 books of his we shall come upon some truisms which in 
 these fast-paced times may chafe us, — some rhetorical 
 furbelows or broidery that belong to the wardrobes of 
 the past, — some tears that flow too easily, — but scarce ever 
 a page anywhere but, on a sudden, some shimmer of 
 buoyant humor breaks through all the crevices of a sen- 
 tence, — a humor not born of rhetoric or measurable by 
 critics' rules, — but coming as the winds come, and playing 
 up and down with a frolicsome, mischievous blaze, that 
 warms, and piques, and delights us. 
 
 In the summer of 1852 I chanced to be quartered at 
 the same hotel with him in Saratoga for a fortnight or 
 more. He was then in his seventieth year — but still 
 carrying himself easily up and down upon the corridors, 
 and along the street, and through the grove at the spring. 
 
 I recall vividly the tremulous pride with which, in those 
 far-off days, I was permitted to join in many of these walks. 
 He in his dark suit — of such cut and fit as to make one for- 
 get utterly its fashion — and remember only the figure of the 
 quiet gentleman, looking hardly middle-aged, with head 
 thrown slightly to one side, and an eye always alert ; not 
 a fair young face dashing past us in its drapery of muslin, 
 but his eye drank in all its freshness and beauty with the 
 keen appetite and the grateful admiration of a boy ; not 
 a dowager brushed us, bedizened with finery, but he fast- 
 
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 ened the apparition in my memory with some piquant 
 remark — as the pin of an entomologist fastens a gaudy fly. 
 
 Other times there was a playful nudge of the elbow, 
 and a curious, meaning lift of the brow, to call attention 
 to something of droll aspect — perhaps some threatened 
 scrimmage amongst school-boys — may be, only a passing 
 encounter between street dogs — for he had all the quick 
 responsiveness to canine language which belonged to the 
 author of " Rab and his Friends " ; and I have known 
 him to stay his walk for five minutes together in a boyish, 
 eager intentness upon those premonitions of a dog en- 
 counter — watching the first inquisitive sniff — the remi- 
 niscent lift of the head — then the derogatory growl — the 
 growl apprehensive — the renewed sniff — the pauses for 
 reflection, then the milder and discursive growls — as if 
 either dog could, if he would — until one or the other, 
 thinking more wisely of the matter, should turn tail, and 
 trot quietly away. 
 
 I trust I do not seem to vulgarize the occasion in bring- 
 ing to view these little traits which set before us the 
 man : as I have already said, we cannot honor him more 
 than by recalling him in his full personality. 
 
 Over and over in his shrugs, in a twinkle of his eye, in 
 that arching of his brow which was curiously full of 
 meaning, did I see, as I thought, the germ of some new 
 chapter, such as crept into his sketch-books. Did I inti- 
 mate as much : — " Ah," he would say, " that is game for 
 youngsters ; we old fellows are not nimble enough to give 
 chase to sentiment." 
 
 He was engaged at that time upon his " Life of Wash- 
 
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 ington " — going out, as I remember, on one of these 
 Saratoga days, for a careful inspection of the field of 
 Burgoyne's surrender. 
 
 I asked after the system of his note-making for history. 
 " Ah," he said, " don't talk to me of system ; I never had 
 any ; you must go to Bancroft for that : I have, it is true, 
 my little budgets of notes — some tied one way, some 
 another — and which, when I need, I think I come upon in 
 my pigeon-holes by a sort of instinct. That is all there 
 is of it." 
 
 There were some two or three beautiful dark-eyed 
 women that summer at Saratoga, who were his special 
 admiration, and of whose charms of feature he loved to 
 discourse eloquently. 
 
 Those dark eyes led him back, doubtless, to the glad 
 young days when he had known the beauties of Seville 
 and Cordova. Indeed, there was no episode in his life of 
 which he was more prone to talk, than of that which car- 
 ried him in his Spanish studies to the delightful regions 
 which lie south of the Gaudalquiver. Granada — the Al- 
 hambra — those names made the touchstone of his most 
 gushing and eloquent talk. 
 
 Much as he loved and well as he painted the green 
 fields of Warwickshire, and the hedges and the ivy-clad 
 towers and the embowered lanes and the primroses and 
 the hawthorn which set off the stories of " Bracebridge 
 Hall," yet I think he was never stirred by these memories 
 so much as by the sunny valleys which lay in Andalusia, 
 and by the tinkling fountains and rosy walls that caught 
 the sunshine in the palace courts of Granada. 
 
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 I should say that the crowning literary enthusiasms of 
 his life were those which grouped themselves — first about 
 those early Dutch foregatherings amongst the Van 
 Twillers and the Stuyvesants and the Van Tassels — and 
 next and stronger, those others which grouped about the 
 great Moorish captains of Granada. 
 
 In the first — that is to say, his Knickerbocker studies — 
 the historic sense was active but not dominant, and his 
 humor in its first lusty wantonness went careering 
 through the files of the old magnates, like a boy at play ; 
 and the memor}' of the play abode with him, and had its 
 keen awakenings all through his life ; there was never a 
 year, I suspect, when the wooden leg of the doughty 
 Peter Stuyvesant did not come clattering spunkily, and 
 bringing its own boisterous welcome, to his pleased 
 recollection. 
 
 In the Spanish studies and amongst the Moors the 
 historic sense was more dominant, the humor more in 
 hand, and the magnificent ruins of this wrecked nation — 
 which had brought its trail of light across Southern 
 Europe from the far East — piqued all his sympathies, 
 appealed to all his livelier fancies, and the splendors of 
 court and camp lent a lustre to his pages which he greatly 
 relished. 
 
 No English-speaking visitor can go to the Alhambra 
 now, or henceforth ever will go thither, but the name of 
 the author we honor to-night will come to his lip, and 
 will lend, by some subtle magic, the' master's silver>' 
 utterance to the dash of the fountains, to the soughing 
 of the winds, to the chanting of the birds who sing in 
 the ruinous courts of the Alhambra. 
 
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 But I keep you too long: — [Cries of "No! no! — go 
 on ! "] — and yet I have said no word yet of that quality 
 in him which will, I think, most of all, make Centenary 
 like this follow upon Centenary. 
 
 'T is the kindness in him: 't is the simple goodheart- 
 edness of the man. 
 
 Did he ever wrong a neighbor? Did he ever say an 
 unkind thing of you, or me, or any one? Can you cull 
 me a sneer, that has hate in it, anywhere in his books ? 
 Can you tell me of a thrust of either words or silence, 
 which has malignity in it? 
 
 Fashions of books may change — do change : a studious 
 realism may put in disorder the quaint dressing of his 
 thought ; an elegant philosophy of indifference may 
 pluck out the bowels from his books. 
 
 But — the fashion of his heart and of his abiding good- 
 will toward men will last — will last while the hills last. 
 
 And when you* and I, sir, and all of us are beyond the 
 reach of the centennial calls, I think that old Anthony 
 Van Corlear's trumpet will still boom along the banks of 
 the Hudson, heralding a man and a master, who to 
 exquisite graces of speech added purity of life, and to 
 the most buoyant and playful of humors added a love 
 for all mankind. 
 
 When the prolonged and enthusiastic applause, which 
 had found constant expression and which was con- 
 tinued for some time, had subsided, Judge Davis most 
 
 * Chief-Justice Davis presided over the assemblage, and brought to his 
 duties a dignity, a sympathy, and a quiet humor which went far to make 
 the occasion memorable. 
 
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 happily said : •' That was a beautiful address — none 
 of you can deny that ; it is a marvel indeed ; and 
 [confidentially] let me just say to you, I don't believe 
 Mr. Mitchell wrote it, — Mr. Irving surely must have writ- 
 ten it himself ; if he did not, think how he must have 
 enjoyed hearing it ! " Judge Davis then announced an 
 address on " Irving's Influence as a Writer," by Mr. 
 Charles Dudley Warner. 
 
 MR. CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER'S ADDRESS. 
 
 We meet to-day — the one-hundredth anniversary of 
 the birth of Washington Irving — not so much to celebrate 
 a great event as a great influence. The number of peo- 
 ple interested in literature at any one time is small. Out 
 of the millions in the republic who can read, only a few 
 hundred thousand read books of literature ; a few thou- 
 sand copies supply the utmost demand of what is called 
 the reading-public for the best work of literature ; the 
 mind must be much awakened when it reaches the point 
 of desire to borrow such a wo'rk ; it has formed an un- 
 common intellectual habit when it reaches the desire to 
 buy one, for itself, and not as a piece of conventional 
 house-furniture, or as a holiday gift when invention fails 
 to suggest any thing else. Books are a necessity to few, 
 and do not compete in the minds of most people with the 
 longing for an ornament, a good dinner, or something to 
 "purify the blood." The author, of all craftsmen, is the 
 one whose occupation is regarded by the majority of the 
 world as most nearly superfluous, who is most insecure in 
 
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 his position, and most open to attack, and who has no 
 legal right in his productions except by grace. The 
 Psalmist understood the disadvantages of the author ; he 
 knew what act would put a man in his power, and he never 
 exclaimed : " Oh ! that mine enemy would invent a 
 patent medicine." 
 
 But however literature may be regarded, it is the most 
 potent and enduring influence — except supernatural in- 
 fluence — in the world. No monument erected by men is 
 so lasting, no event of whatever historic significance is so 
 far-reaching, so perpetual in its power to mould thought, 
 and shape institutions, and form character. It is a silent, 
 controlling, civilizing force in society, permeating the 
 whole mass, far beyond the limit of those who recognize 
 its power. The birth of a boy in the little house on 
 William Street, in New York, a century ago, was not an 
 event promising importance. It was a great age, an age 
 of great events and great men. It was the era of the 
 making of a nation, of an original political development 
 unexampled in history ; when we recall the names of 
 Franklin, Washington, the Adamses, Hamilton, Madison, 
 Jefferson, Jay, and their compeers, we name a group of 
 men almost unrivalled in lustre and achievement. In the 
 work of that time and of the years following, which de- 
 termined the political destiny of America, Irving had lit- 
 tle share. In naming the men who had contributed most 
 to make America what it was up to the year 1835, the 
 historian would scarcely have included Washington 
 Irving. 
 
 A century has passed since General Washington saw 
 
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 the last symbol of British authority in these States dis- 
 appear through the Narrows, and influences have gained 
 a new proportion in our eyes. Something else has gone 
 to the making of the people of the United States what 
 they are besides political wisdom and energy; another 
 force, perhaps scarcely recognized as a force, has been 
 slowly at work — a refining, modifying force, a process which 
 changes mankind, enlarges the rational pleasure of life, 
 gives a new tone and meaning to it, broadens and civil- 
 izes. About the year 1822 the elder Dana wrote to Mr. 
 Bryant, urging him to write a longer poem than he had 
 yet attempted : " There are men of talent enough to 
 carry on the common world, but men of genius are not 
 so plenty that any can afford to be idle, neither can any 
 man tell how great the effect of a work of genius is in 
 the course of time. Set about it in good earnest." No 
 doubt Mr. Bryant did noble service with his political pen, 
 but the greater service to his country and to mankind, 
 the service which helped to give us a place in universal 
 literature, was of another sort, and his influence that en- 
 dures is in those poems which appeal to the heart of 
 mankind. When Irving was creating the vast Knicker- 
 bocker legend, I have no doubt that it seemed idle and 
 ephemeral work to the politicians, lawyers, merchants, 
 and builders of new enterprises, in comparison with the 
 important business they had in hand. Their business 
 was important, as to-day's always is, and I would indulge 
 in no comparison to disparage it. But a grain of genius 
 is the mustard seed of the parable. The addition of one 
 original page to literature is of incalculable moment. 
 
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 The real creations of the mind are indestructible, surviv- 
 ing monuments and even institutions. The creation may 
 be fanciful, whimsical, wholly in the realm of the imagi- 
 nation, of sympathy, of feeling. If it be genuine, it will 
 live on, with an influence almost incomparable. It is 
 simply impossible to calculate the influence of such a 
 writer as Irving upon a people who are familiar with him 
 for half a century. It is all the more effective that it is 
 silent, arouses no opposition, is almost unrecognized. I 
 speak of his influence now in the way of culture, apart 
 from the national historic consciousness he aided us in 
 attaining. I do not know how many Greeks could read 
 Homer ; there were probably few who did not think more 
 of themselves because he was a Greek. 
 
 It is my pleasure to come here to-day, a little apart from 
 the unrest of our affairs, into the atmosphere of Irving's 
 home, to still our thoughts to that intellectual calmness 
 in which he moved. How free he was from peevishness, 
 from strain, from self-consciousness ! What a liking he 
 had for humanity, what a kind word for the lamest, most 
 useless of us all I If it is asked in what consisted his 
 power over the hearts of his readers, it may be answered 
 in the words of Mrs. Browning about Napoleon — " he 
 had the genius to be loved." And did you ever think 
 what an elevating force it is in a nation to have an ob- 
 ject that can be loved ? Here every thing speaks of 
 Irving. We see this river, these indented shores, these 
 ravines that returning spring decks with flowers for his 
 birthday, these legendary mountains, in the light of his 
 genius. It was Irving and not Hudson who truly dis- 
 
cuw i utiil tills river Stnd gave it to as. The early naviga- 
 
 tots used to get agnraod in it. He made it a highway 
 
 off the imagination. TiaveQeas who never leave their 
 
 firesides voyage np and down it. In the Indian summer 
 
 these shfMes are golden, tibese hills are porple, the stream 
 
 flows as in a dream. In aU seasons to aD the worid this 
 
 region weais these hues ijl romance that Irvic^ g^ve it. 
 
 His ^irit abides here. Here is his ivied cottage. Here 
 
 is his grave. I come, refnesoiting, I am sure, many who 
 
 cannot come, to lay upon it a wreath of sincere affection. 
 
 7 ess was received with constant ezinressions of 
 
 he condnding address was then announced 
 
 . - bv Prof. T^Tinianj C Wilkinson, D.D., of 
 
 PROF. WM. C WILKIXSON^S ADDRESS. 
 
 When tfcr -'',:'- ---:--.-,_- -■■ -- --rhrr's birth- 
 day is celer . — fpontane- 
 oos gather: : Diial papers blossom- 
 ing out z : - . t t z - -vrhere over all the field of period- 
 ical .be presumed that the world 
 ha: - "rhat it thinks of that au- 
 thc . rn patiently to be told by 
 anj- ::.z 
 
 This certainly is by = e the case as to Washing- 
 
 tor ' It is partly by ionune^ and partly by merit, 
 
 ' ■ - ■ -:tever, of any age or countr>% is more 
 
 Washington Irving's fame is at least 
 as sure to stand idiat it now is, beyond an^^ peradventure 
 
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 dut ooiald le»ea i^ as is tine osmaAsj x&aM wlKsae kRn- 
 OKcd and bdloved, mo/t Ica^ vIksoc hanoimg and hnring, 
 son he was. IKa^^, Was h iagtoM Ixna^s burnt is fdt saocr 
 off its iiBBiBMMrtaJity tiBU> is tise .AnDcsiicaoB icpoBoIfic Jlau- 
 tsoos gomrtiairs die, whcaa tiac baga^ys tipcy spdke sa»g- 
 vive. As long as tibe EaiglBA laagv^ie is ^pdkcn, Wadk- 
 ington Irwag wiM umAmm c to be a faawMg aartSnoc. 
 
 What are tiie rir i w i riHits ia Ina US te ajay doassclter tihat 
 fltake Waa him g to n Irwnig tinas imaMMtall ? 
 
 I begin witii the least ezaSlted vdbem I vaamt Iris s&|^ 
 Nobody tliat is qnafified to ^peak at aM off stji^ ia fitccfr- 
 tme CDold poosiMjr, afitcr &me. caammadSam, dcoiy to 
 Wa ahii ^t o m Irving tine niasfeesy off a ooasnannate art of 
 oppression. Pesbs^s tiie cbaiacteirisltic off Iwk sSySe tbat 
 strikes fiist and most Strang^ is tiDe air «iff ahwnHntfr ease 
 tiiat pervades it. For niy part, I know off no writer in 
 any laogoa^e tiiat iinipresses his Rsaderwittb a. sense nnoic 
 absidnte off tbe abwrnrr off eibrt in pmdncttion. This 
 oestainly in tbose cowopositMWBS oS. his wlricb arc tbe finnt 
 of his most iw Innat e moods. His f'^ i iff i *"'^ off wonds 
 and off owiwil mctMins srf ms» iBmo^ magirallB mmacnflons. 
 Tbati^ it would seem so, iff yon were not bcgnOed oat off 
 thinkia^ off the matter at aO, by the vcfj p eife i ii un off 
 the resolt. These is afflwpnre off dirtioa, these is vasiely 
 of tnsn to the phrase, these is snp t cme aponflaaeoas fit- 
 ness between the idea to be czpscssed and the langna^c 
 cfaosfiii to capteas the idea — and ^ this goes on, page 
 after p^c; with never a bseal^ nntil yon asc Almost leady 
 to bcfieve that yon have ^^ied apoa aa aathor at fast 
 to whom composition is as easy and as deBgjhtfal as it is 
 
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 for the rivulet to flow down to the sea or for the lark on 
 May mornings to sing out of his full heart, 
 
 " In profuse strains of unpremeditated art." 
 
 I said that in naming style as an element in Irving's 
 literary character, I should name the least exalted of the 
 elements that made him the writer that he was. But in 
 truth, as has been said, the style is of the man, Irving's 
 style was the perfect impress of his genius, and his 
 genius was the reflection of his character. He was at ease 
 within himself. There was no discord in him. He was 
 made up of melody, of harmony. There could be no 
 strain, no hardness, no want of grace, in his expression 
 of himself, for there were none of these things in the 
 man to be expressed. The ease, therefore, of Irving's 
 style is not an external, accidental attribute. It belonged 
 to his style, because it belonged first to the man. 
 
 Akin to ease of style in Irving is another quality 
 which I am somewhat at a loss to name properly. I 
 shall call it urbanity. This element of urbanity diffuses 
 itself everywhere over Irving's pages. It makes an 
 atmosphere that covers them and beautifies them. 
 Whether you laugh or cry, or are simply entertained 
 and instructed, no matter, you are still conscious of an 
 indescribable circumfluent charm that enfolds you when- 
 ever you read what Irving wrote. There is a matchless 
 spell to win and to master in this exquisite urbanity on 
 the part of an author. It is a flattery to you that you 
 cannot resist, as you cannot escape. It is impersonal and 
 personal, both at once. It respects everybody, but it 
 
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 also respects you. It is absolutely genuine on the part 
 of Irving. It is not an expedient adopted. If it were, 
 it would be sometimes an expedient forgotten. You 
 would now and then be inadvertently permitted to look 
 behind the mask. But in Irving there was no mask. 
 The urbane smile that you meet is a true smile, not a 
 smirk. It is not a set grimace, but a sweet mobile play 
 of ever-changeful, but ever-urbane expression. 
 
 But now, of course, I have been using an inadequate 
 word. The urbanity of Irving's style deserves a better 
 name. Let us go inward and find a better. At heart, 
 Irving's urbanity was less urbanity than benignity. 
 
 The benignity that I ascribe to Irving's literary char- 
 acter is not an insipid negative trait. It has a pro- 
 nounced individual flavor. It is so sure of itself, it feels 
 so fixed in truth, that it can do what it will without fear. 
 It can deal with your foibles and laugh at you. It can 
 make others laugh at you. It can make you laugh at 
 yourself, and you shall not be hurt or feel offended. 
 You shall not lose any part of your self-respect. The 
 reason is, you know that this sweetly-attempered genius, 
 this soul of urbanity, of benignity, at bottom respects 
 you and loves you. You confide in him unreservedly. 
 You consent that he should have you laughing or weep- 
 ing at his will. 
 
 Those two things, mated to each other, each the other's 
 completing half — I mean Irving's humor and his pathos, 
 — are simply two different expressions of the one whole, 
 round, perfect benignity of his nature. His eye twinkles 
 now in pure mirth, and you laugh — melts now in soft 
 
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 pathos, and you weep. But you have responded in both 
 cases to benignity still — only in two variant moods. You 
 love this writer — you cannot help it, for you feel sure, 
 whoever you are, that he loves you. 
 
 So I carry up the writer to the man — his literary char- 
 acteristics to his personal. As old an author as Aristotle 
 — pagan, too, though he was — told us that the good ora- 
 tor should be a good man. The same thing must be said 
 of the good writer. And Washington Irving was a good 
 man. We do not need to say that he was of an heroic 
 goodness. That we do not know. But he was pure, 
 upright, good. 
 
 Blessings on his memory ! Those of us at least who 
 live here have done what Choate once passionately said 
 concerning Webster: we have buried him in our hearts. 
 His memory is a benediction, under the unfailing dew of 
 which our hearts are perennially freshened and glad- 
 dened. Irving's literary characteristics here are dis- 
 solved away from our view. We cannot keep them 
 fixed to look at them. They melt and merge, blended 
 into the lovely image of the man himself, who lived and 
 is buried. Let us be thankful for the dust that makes 
 Tarrytown a Mecca of the mind and of the heart, a 
 goal of pilgrimage, a spot of " haunted holy ground." 
 [Applause]. 
 
 The benediction was then pronounced by Professor 
 T. Sandford Doolittle, D.D., of Rutgers College, New 
 Brunswick, N. J., and then, the exercises being con- 
 cluded, the gratified audience — which had paid the 
 closest attention, and welcomed the entire programme 
 
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 with warm expressions of approval — dispersed, to take 
 with them and forever keep the memory of that soft 
 April evening when, upon the occasion of the one 
 hundredth anniversary of his birth, the name of WASH- 
 INGTON Irving was recalled and honored in the little 
 town where he lived and died, which he loved so well, 
 and within whose beautiful cemetery of Sleepy Hollow 
 his remains are fittingly enshrined, to be visited by 
 future generations that will not forget the writer or 
 the man ! 
 
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