The brave man,--and he was a brave man, though in personal intercourse he was really shy,--the brave man, who, with all his might, and all God's strength assisting, will lend body and mind to such daily duty for other men, earns his laurels, when he wins them, in more fields than one or two. It is because Mr. Everett so lived, that in his death his memory receives such varied honors. He had served the Navy; the last interruption to his favorite study had been the devotion of the autumn months to the great charity which builds the Sailors' Home. He had served the Army, not merely by sending a son into it,--by "personal representatives," I know not how many, whose bounties he had paid,--but by the steady effort in all the charities for the wounded, and by the counsel, private as often as public, for which every department of the State turned to him. He had served the Union, all men know how. He had served the Bench, not simply as a student of the branch of law which he had chosen to illustrate, but in the steady training of the people to the sacredness of law. He had insisted on the higher education of the people; and so had fairly won the honors of the Academy, in those early days when men believed that there were Moral Sciences, and did not debase the name of Science by confining it to the mere chaff of things weighed and measured. His studies of History are remembered, for some special cause, in almost every Historical Society in the land. He had served the University in every station known to her constitution. He was in the service of the City in that Public Library of which he was, more than any man, the founder, which completes her system of universal education. He had served the State as her chief magistrate. And in every work of life he served the Nation as her first citizen. These varied lines of duty--in which "he neglected no branch, but did about equally well in all"--were fitly called to men's memories, as they saw the circle of distinguished friends and fellow-laborers who met around his grave. FOOTNOTES: [C] "For if one has anything worth writing, it is really worth while to write it so it can be read."--_Address at Barre._ [D] In another scrap of his reminiscences, he says: "The oldest political event of which I have any recollection is that of the _quasi_ French War of 1798. This I remember only in connection with the family talk of the price of flour, which it was said would cost twenty dollars a barrel. As we used principally brown bread, this was of less consequence; although the price of Indian corn and meal was probably increased also." [E] Mr. Hedge, with whom this was a favorite passage. NOTES OF A PIANIST. II.