I know something of his life--something of what he has suffered--of what he has accomplished for his fellow-men. He has been maligned, imprisoned and impoverished. "He bore the heat and burden of the unregarded day" and "remembered the misery of the many." For years his only recompense was ingratitude. At last he was understood. He was recognized as an earnest, honest, gifted, generous, sterling man, loving his country, sympathizing with the poor, honoring the useful, and holding in supreme abhorrence tyranny and falsehood in all their forms. The idea that this man could for a moment be controlled by any selfish motive, by the hope of preferment, by the fear of losing a supposed annuity, is simply absurd. The authors of these attacks are not acquainted with Mr. Holyoake. Whoever dislikes him does not know him. Read his "Trial of Theism"--his history of "Co-operation in England"--if you wish to know his heart--to discover the motives of his life--the depth and tenderness of his sympathy--the nobleness of his nature--the subtlety of his thought--the beauty of his spirit--the force and volume of his brain--the extent of his information--his candor, his kindness, his genius, and the perfect integrity of his stainless soul. There is no man for whom I have greater respect, greater reverence, greater love, than George Jacob Holyoake.-- August 8, 1883. AT THE GRAVE OF BENJAMIN W. PARKER. * This was the first tribute ever delivered by Colonel Ingersoll at a grave. Mr. Parker himself was an Agnostic, was the father of Mrs. Ingersoll, and was always a devoted friend and admirer of the Colonel even before the latter's marriage with his daughter. Peoria, Ill., May 24, 1876. FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS: To fulfill a promise made many years ago, I wish to say a word. He whom we are about to lay in the earth, was gentle, kind and loving in his life. He was ambitious only to live with those he loved. He was hospitable, generous, and sincere. He loved his friends, and the friends of his friends. He returned good for good. He lived the life of a child, and died without leaving in the memory of his family the record of an unkind act. Without assurance, and without fear, we give him back to Nature, the source and mother of us all. With morn, with noon, with night; with changing clouds and changeless stars; with grass and trees and birds, with leaf and bud, with flower and blossoming vine,--with all the sweet influences of nature, we leave our dead. Husband, father, friend, farewell. A TRIBUTE TO EBON C. INGERSOLL Washington, D. C., May 31, 1879.