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Boston and Bunker Hill.

Boston is so rich in historical, educational, and religious interest that it would be impossible in a short sketch to touch on even a small number. From Washington to Phillips Brooks, the city has been the home of some of the greatest Americans, and the scene of many historical events.

We have in our walls a piece of Roxbury Pudding Stone from Bunker Hill. Here on June 17th 1775 the Continental troops withstood the British advance until the ammunition of the colonists was exhausted.

The corner-stone of the monument which now marks the site of the death of General Warren was laid by Lafayette, June 17th, 1825.

The legend is that the Roxbury giant made a pudding. It was unsatisfactory and the old giant, in anger, slung it all over eastern Massachusetts.

The rocks from Bunker Hill were sent to us by Dr. Herbert Warren White, a wonderful old Boston physician, the father of Dr. J. Warren White of Greenville, and Dr. Paul White of Boston. After the death of Dr. White the following passage was found in his diary written toward the close of his life:

"When a man has lived three score and ten years he has finished Volume I anyway and whatever is added must be footnotes and appendices. . . . One sure thing he has learned if observant, to know himself and no longer to be surprised by the animal. And yet I am more certain than ever that this body is not myself, that it is the tenement only in which I, the tenant, have taken rooms. I bow reverently before the Power and Force that started this spark of Life in this body as dumb as my watch, a lump of clay that without its occupant would be only a lump of clay and nothing more. The man myself, the ego, the higher occupant who looks out at you as from a window is only the chrysalis of what I may yet be in some transition, for the tenement is very much out of repair and I need to move out long enough to see that eventually Right and Truth do survive, that the real scientific practice of medicine is only just begun and that there must be some startling and most wonderful victorious discoveries just ahead. So I hail my descendants of only a few generations ahead almost as "supermen" indeed, only hopeful that they will not scorn the links in the chain that came before. We have a modest place in this triumphant Victory and grand procession; we have stumbled along but the path was obscure and we kept our feet. Thank God we did not fall down on the way!"

[black and white photo of a tall white Egyptian style Obelisk against an empty sky and a few white buildings]