We hold reunions, not for the dead; for there is nothing in all the earth that you and I can do for the dead. They are past our help and past our praise. We can add to them no glory, we can give them no immortality. They do not need us, but for ever and for evermore we need them. Throughout the whole web of national existence we trace the golden thread of human progress toward a higher and better estate. Heroes did not make our liberties, but they reflected and illustrated them. After all, territory is but the body of a nation. The people who inhabit its hills and valleys are its soul, its spirit, its life. In them dwells its hope of immortality. Among them, if anywhere, are to be found its chief elements of destruction. It matters little what may be the forms of national institution if the life, freedom, and growth of society are secured. Finally, our great hope for the future--our great safeguard against danger--is to be found in the general and thorough education of our people, and in the virtue which accompanies such education. The germ of our political institutions, the primary cell from which they were evolved, was in the New England town, and the vital force, the informing soul, of the town was the town meeting, which, for all local concerns, was kings, lords, and commons in all. It is as much the duty of all good men to protect and defend the reputation of worthy public servants as to detect public rascals. Be fit for more than the thing you are now doing. If you are not too large for the place, you are too small for it. Young men talk of trusting to the spur of the occasion. That trust is vain. Occasions can not make spurs. If you expect to wear spurs, you must win them. If you wish to use them, you must buckle them to your own heels before you go into the fight. Greek is perhaps the most perfect instrument of thought ever invented by man, and its literature has never been equaled in purity of style and boldness of expression. Great ideas travel slowly, and for a time noiselessly, as the gods whose feet were shod with wool. What the arts are to the world of matter, literature is to the world of mind. History is but the unrolled scroll of prophecy. The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto and every man a word. Its strains have been pealing along down the centuries, and though there have been mingled the discords of warring cannon and dying men, yet to the Christian, philosopher, and historian--the humble listener--there has been a divine melody running through the song which speaks of hope and halcyon days to come. Light itself is a great corrective. A thousand wrongs and abuses that are grown in darkness disappear like owls and bats before the light of day. Liberty can be safe only when suffrage is illuminated by education.