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Foreword 1 

The Scholar 7 

Edward Miles Brown and the University. 8 

Lines to S. J. H 14 

A Biographical Sketch 15 

The Boy of the Farm 26 

A Witness and a Memorial 32 

Sonnet to E. M. B 40 

A Letter 41 

The Edward Miles Brown Prize 45 

The Brown Library 46 

Daffodils 47 

An Appreciation 49 

Lines to C. W 58 

Lines to E. M. B 59 

Iflarg Afcktns Srnmtt 

Mark Twain is right about it, "Af- 
fection is the most precious reward a 
man can desire, whether for charac- 
ter or achievement," and it is this 
note of affectionate regard in the 
many kind personal farewells of old 
students and friends that has so en- 
riched my remembrance of the years 
spent among you in Cincinnati. These 
are the things that one cherishes 
throughout life. Wherever I may 
spend the rest of my days, I shall 
often think with grateful pleasure of 
the bright and interesting young men 
and women whom it was my privi- 
lege to know and in some measure to 
guide in their preparation for life. 

E. M. B. 

Schoolcraft, Michigan, 

June 30, 1907. 


HP HE death of Edward Miles 

-- Brown, Emeritus Profes- 
sor of English Language and Lit- 
erature at the University of Cin- 
cinnati, removed from our midst 
one of the ablest scholars and 
most inspiring teachers who have 
ever labored in the Middle West. 
Dr. Brown was recognized, not 
only in the universities of this 
country, but more especially 
among the famous seats of learn- 
ing in the Old World, Leipzig, 
Goettingen, Heidelberg, Berlin, 
as the world authority on the lan- 
guage and literature of certain 
epochs of Anglo-Saxon devel- 
opment. His treatise on the 

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"Sprache der Rushworth Glos- 
sen" is accepted as the standard 
authority on one of the most dif- 
ficult and inaccessible periods of 
Anglo-Saxon literature. Upon 
the publication of this work the 
University of Goettingen con- 
ferred on him the degree of Doc- 
tor of Philosophy. 

Establishing a remarkably 
high degree of scholarship as his 
standard, Professor Brown not 
only maintained that standard in 
his own career, but he accom- 
plished the still more difficult 
achievement of upholding this 
lofty ideal before his students. 
To him the teaching of literature 
was not only the means of pleas- 
ing the aesthetic instincts of his 

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disciples. It was also the oppor- 
tunity of inculcating in his stu- 
dents those principles of exact 
and scientific scholarship, which 

are essential to the practical and 
vigorous discipline of the mind. 

Under his directing influence the 
department of English at the 
University of Cincinnati attained 
to high rank, not only for its 
scholastic exactness, but also for 
the rare degree of literary appre- 
ciation and culture which it fos- 
tered and diffused. Hundreds 
of men and women in Cincinnati 
and adjoining territory have 
gone forth into the various walks 
of business and professional life, 
better equipped, mentally and 
spiritually, for having come un- 

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der the influence of Dr. Brown's 
broad and mellow culture. 

But great as were the services 
of this man as a teacher in the 
realm of higher scholarship, his 
example of the "Art of Living" 
was even a more beautiful and 
more uplifting gift to the com- 
munity in which his lot was cast. 
Of the seventeen years of his oc- 
cupancy of the chair of English 
at the University, Professor 
Brown lived more than twelve 
years a martyr to an incurable 
affliction of the body, which ren- 
dered him physically helpless, 
and made him dependent on the 
care of hired attendants. A rheu- 
matic affection attacking the 
bony tissues of the body, totally 

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deprived him of the use of his 
limbs. For the last ten years of 
his life he was unable to take so 
much as one step, and he had to 
be brought to his lecture plat- 
form in a wheeled chair. His suf- 
fering during these years was 
most acute. 

But throughout it all, Dr. 
Brown bore his burden with un- 
flinching courage and uncom- 
plaining patience. His attend- 
ance upon his duties was unfail- 
ing in regularity and uncompro- 
mising in its fidelity. Apart 
from all the academic instruc- 
tion which he so richly imparted, 
Dr. Brown, by the daily and 
hourly demonstration of the 
power of the spirit to rise above 

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the infirmities of the body, ex- 
erted an influence upon his stu- 
dents and his co-workers, which 
shall remain long after the buf- 
fetings of life shall have worn 
away the memory of lessons 
conned from text-books. 

On the second of October, nine- 
teen hundred and eight, a public 
meeting was held in the Audito- 
rium of the University of Cincin- 
nati, in memory of Dr. Brown. 
The exercises of that occasion 
form the basis of this little vol- 
ume, a brief tribute in grateful 
recognition of his heroic life and 
service. B v 

C. N. M. 
J. M. B. 

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To E. M. B. 
By Alice Williams Brotherton. 

The dignity of letters, the serene 
Of high philosophy, the spirit pure 
Of brooding thought ; these are the things 
which cure 
The canker custom, that would else gangrene 
This age of commonplace and standards mean- 
Who sifts the ephemeral from what must 

endure ? 
Weighs truth's least grain against the Koh- 
Who but the Scholar? This all times have 

Lulled is life's stir, Friend, when your study's 
Enfolds us ; for that hour we seem to thread 
The maze of Prospero's isle, to feel the balm 
Of Academe's warm breeze, to list the tread 
Of feet that climb Parnassus and the psalm 
Which from Hebrew Mount of Vision down- 
ward sped ! 

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Remarks of President Dabney. 

T T is my office and my privilege 
*- today, at this memorial meet- 
ing, held in honor of Edward 
Miles Brown, to say a few words 
of Dr. Brown's valuable work as 
a member of our faculty. For 
more than sixteen years the Uni- 
versity of Cincinnati reaped the 
benefit of his scholarship and of 
his experience as a teacher, and 
for years to come the institution 
will feel the touch of his molding 
hand in her Liberal Arts and 
Graduate courses. Trained to se- 
vere scholarship in the universi- 
ties of Germany, and called to his 

Edward Miles Brown 

position in Cincinnati at a time 
when the aims and methods of 
American colleges and secondary 
schools in teaching the English 
language and literature were 
chaotic, he steadily advocated, 
both for secondary schools and 
colleges, a system which should 
develop accurate knowledge of 
our language and at the same 
time should foster power of liter- 
ary interpretation and apprecia- 
tion. To him the study of liter- 
ature was not, on the one hand, 
pure philosophy, nor, on the 
other, mere sentiment. He had no 
tolerance for short cuts to learn- 
ing nor for showy superficial- 
ities. Inflexible in his standards, 
undeviating in his advocacy of 

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cultural education, he yet recog- 
nized the practical demands of 
modern life, and in all questions 
pertaining to the curriculum of 
the University, he was on the side 
of a liberal conservatism; a con- 
servatism that welcomed every 
real advance in thought, but that 
feared fads in education and 
therefore guarded jealously the 
proved wisdom of the ancients. 
His long connection with the 
University of Cincinnati gave 
him a thorough understanding of 
its large opportunity for service 
to the community, and his belief, 
the result of his experience, was 
that the University could serve 
the city is no way better than by 
careful, accurate training of 

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young men and of young women 
in real knowledge. His frequent 
admonitions to students who ex- 
pected to become teachers, or law- 
yers, or to enter other profes- 
sions, might be summed up in 
few words : "Know your subject 
thoroughly and your subject will 
find an effective expression. 
Practical methods must be based 
upon wide knowledge.' ' 

Although Dr. Brown's tastes 
were on the side of teaching and 
scholarly investigation, he was 
never impatient of the routine 
work of his office. For years he 
devoted much of his time to edit- 
ing the official publications of the 
University, himself reading and 
correcting the proof of cata- 

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logues, bulletins and reports. He 
served on many committees, and, 
as always, did this work faith- 
fully and effectively. Despite his 
severe physical disability, no mem- 
ber of the faculty was more punc- 
tual in attendance at all regular 
and special meetings. His judg- 
ment in academic subjects was 
highly valued by his fellow-pro- 
fessors, and his counsel was fre- 
quently sought in matters per- 
taining to the general interests of 
the University. The growth of 
the library was one of his chief 
concerns, and largely through his 
personal efforts he succeeded in 
making extensive and valuable 
additions to the books on the Eng- 
lish language and literature. In 

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devotion to his work, in ideals of 
scholarship, and in spotless and 
heroic personal character, he will 
ever be a high example to his col- 

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By Edward Miles Brown. 

Delicate fronded ferns, 
Carrying yourselves with a grace, 
Fragrant petals where burns 
The faintest flush of the face, 

Out of the cold and the snow 
Into my chamber brought, 
You come to convey me, I know, 
The breath of a beautiful thought. 

Sweet is your presence to me, 
But soon you must wither and fade, 
Yet out of your death shall be 
A fragrant memory made. 

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Read at the University by John Miller 


the father of Edward Miles 
Brown, was one of the pioneers 
of Kalamazoo County, Michi- 
gan, having emigrated from 
Plymouth, Vermont, to the little 
hamlet of Schoolcraft in 1831, 
only two years after the coming 
of the very first settlers. Mr. 
Brown had had limited opportu- 
nities for schooling, but for this 
lack he largely made up by his 
own diligent private study, his 
natural tastes and keen appreci- 
ation of literature. He acquired 

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Edward Miles Brown 

a good reading knowledge of 
Latin, which he maintained 
throughout life. His interest in 
educational matters is attested 
by the fact that he was at one 
time a regent of the University 
of Michigan. His Autobiograph- 
ical Notes, written near the end 
of his long life of ninety years, 
have been brought out in the thir- 
tieth volume of the Publications 
of the Michigan State Historical 
Society. These notes are valua- 
ble for the intimate picture they 
give of scenes and conditions 
prevalent in the West in the mid- 
dle of the last century. 

His wife, Mary Ann Miles, 
was born in the village of Hines- 
burgh, not far from Burlington, 

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Vermont. She came to Michigan 
about 1850, and for some time 
was a teacher in the Cedar Park 
Seminary at Schoolcraft, which 
at that time enjoyed a consider- 
able reputation, and where she is 
said to have been a very success- 
ful instructor, much admired by 
her pupils. She died in October, 
1906, at the advanced age of 
eighty-six years. 

Of Mr. Brown's children, only 
two survive Mr. Addison Make- 
peace Brown, who is the Secre- 
tary of the Michigan State Agri- 
cultural College at Lansing, and 
Miss Amelia Ada Brown, the 
child of a former marriage, who 
still occupies the old homestead 
at Schoolcraft. 

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Edward Miles Brown 

Edward Miles Brown was born 
July 21, 1854. His early school- 
ing was obtained at a private 
school, at the Cedar Park Semi- 
nary and the village high-school, 
all in his native village. 

After the completion of his 
high-school course, in 1874, he 
served his apprenticeship at the 
profession which later became 
his life work. In 1876 he en- 
tered the University of Michigan. 
While here he formed the inti- 
mate personal friendship of Dr. 
George Hempl, with whom he 
kept up a correspondence through- 
out his life. 

Immediately after being grad- 
uated from the University, he 
was appointed principal of the 

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Edward Miles Brown 

high-school at Laporte, Indiana. 
Here he made the acquaintance 
of Miss Mary Adkins, of Mil- 
ford, Delaware, one of the teach- 
ers in his school, the charming 
woman whose rare gifts of mind 
and character were destined to 
influence his life more than any 
or all other sources of inspira- 
tion, and to share with his own, 
the admiration and affection of 
his friends. 

In 1882 he removed to Grand 
Rapids to engage in the study of 
the law, but this not proving to 
his taste, he soon returned to his 
old home, where he and his 
brother Addison were, for the 
next two years, engaged in the 
management of the paternal es- 

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tate. At this time, he and Miss 
Adkins were married. 

From 1884 to 1886 he occupied 
his former position at Laporte, 
employing all his leisure time in 
special studies, foremost among 
which was Anglo-Saxon, this be- 
coming the main line of his re- 
search in later years. 

In 1886, Mr. and Mrs. Brown 
sailed for Europe, where he en- 
tered upon a three years course 
of study at Strassburg, Berlin, 
Halle and Goettingen, the last 
named university, in 1889, giv- 
ing him, with distinction, the de- 
gree, Doctor of Philosophy. 

Returning to the United States 
the following year, he was Acting 
Assistant Professor of English 

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Edward Miles Brown 

Language and Literature at Cor- 
nell. The last seventeen years of 
his life were devoted to the De- 
partment of English at the Uni- 
versity of Cincinnati. 

Dr. Brown was beloved and ad- 
mired by all his colleagues, both 
personal and professional. His 
chair was always in its place at 
the table in the faculty room. 
Whatever he had to say on any 
subject which might be under dis- 
cussion, was listened to with pro- 
found respect, for all recognized 
the sincerity of his advice and 
appreciated the fact that what he 
said was dictated by a desire to 
raise the standard of scholarship 
and in every way to further the 
best interests of the University. 

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Edward Miles Brown 

His private life was distin- 
guished by its modesty. To his 
own work he never referred un- 
less asked about it. But he held 
himself always at the service 
of his fellow-teachers, who fre- 
quently came to him for advice 
and assistance. During all the 
years of his suffering, no one ever 
heard a murmur, a complaint or 
any word that indicated unhappi- 
ness or discomfort. To us all, it 
was a marvel how he, in his crip- 
pled condition, could manipulate 
a pen or pencil, or carry on any 
of the routine work of investiga- 
tion or instruction. 

In the summer of 1907, Dr. 
Brown retired from active pro- 
fessional work under the provi- 

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sions of the Carnegie Founda- 
tion. He removed with Mrs. 
Brown to Ann Arbor, where he 
and his friends hoped he might 
be able to continue the literary 
projects he had in contemplation, 
foremost among which was the 
editing of the Belles Lettres Se- 
ries of English Classics. But the 
inroads of rheumatism contin- 
ued ; his fingers became still more 
cramped until it was no longer 
possible for him to use his books 
or reference cards. Soon a gen- 
eral decline set in, largely due, 
perhaps, to the fact that he 
yearned for the inspiration and 
stimulus which comes from the 
classroom and from contact with 
students. On Monday, the four- 

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teenth of September, 1908, he 
ceased to live. 

The funeral ceremonies took 
place at the family home in 
Schoolcraft on the morning of the 
seventeenth. The exercises were 
simple, consisting of the sing- 
ing of "Lead, Kindly Light," 
a short reading from Scrip- 
ture, and the resolutions of 
the faculty of which he had been 
for so many years a valuable 
member, and concluding with the 
appreciative lines, "Rest Thee, 
Poet," written by Mr. Nathan- 
iel H. Maxwell. The attendants 
at the funeral were confined to 
the members of the family, John 
Miller Burnam, representing the 
University, and Miss Elizabeth 

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Merrill, a former pupil of Pro- 
fessor Brown, and for some time 
connected with the teaching force 
of the department of which he 
was the distinguished head. 
These and a few old neighbors 
constituted the entire assem- 
blage. In the family lot of the 
village cemetery the body was 
laid to rest beside those of his 

So passed the body that had 
been the home of a great soul, the 
head that had been the temple of 
a powerful mind. 

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The influence of the years spent on the 
old farm, with his soul attuned to the har- 
monies of Nature, was ever a potent force 
in the appreciative sympathy which char- 
acterized the literary work and teaching of 
Dr. Brown's later years. With Words- 
worth, he had learned in childhood that 
"Nature never did betray the heart that 
loved her," and it was this spontaneous love 
of Nature underlying his rigorous scholar- 
ship which gave to his teaching a complete- 
ness not often equaled. The following ex- 
tract from a letter written by Dr. Brown to 
a friend, in August, 1908, is given in this 
place as supplementing the sketch of Dr. 

While I was ill I thought much 
of early life on the old farm, and 
particularly of how good the wa- 
ter tasted from the stone well 
that stood at the corner of the 
house. The tired boy used to 
come running up to it and let 
down the iron-bound bucket, 
which went hurrying into the 
cool, dark depths, with much rat- 

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tling of the windlass, the boy's 
small hands not making a strong 
break on the cylinder. Then, 
striking the sparkling water with 
a thump, while the gazing boy 
felt the coolness rise against his 
hot face, the bucket quickly 
ducked down, under the weight 
of the heavy iron ball and the 
iron chain. And now came the 
slow drawing up, with many a 
turn of the windlass crank, not 
easy work for the boy. At last 
it is at the curb and safely land- 
ed, brimming with dripping cool- 
ness ; then down goes the tin dip- 
per and the boy drinks great 
draughts of satisfaction. 

And I have thought of the old 
garden, with its long rows of cur- 

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rants, red and white, ripening in 
the sun, the straggling raspber- 
ries, hard to control, and the un- 
trained grapevine, yet promising 
rich store of juicy clusters; and 
close by, the ample space where 
vegetables grew, corn and pota- 
toes, great cucumbers and yellow 
squash, beans and tomatoes, and 
all the rich abundance of a well- 
kept kitchen garden. 

And there, just behind the gar- 
den, was the orchard, so thick in 
shade that the sun at noonday 
could not make his way in, except 
at wells where some great trees 
had yielded up the ghost and been 
removed. In this orchard were 
trees the boy knew well, on and 
under which were large, sweet 

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apples of delicious taste, yellow 
and big as gourds. These the boy 
must share with birds and bees. 
All these trees the boy climbed 
often, and he knew their every 
limb. Then there were trees of 
tart, red apples, very good when 
fully ripe, but much valued by 
the boy's mother for apple-sauce, 
and she often sent him on com- 
mission to gather a basin or bas- 
ket of them for her use. Besides 
these, there was one huge tree 
that bore plenty of shapely, 
golden fruit, very firm in texture 
and of a most delicious flavor, 
distinguished by a rosy cheek 
that gave them the name of "Mai- 
den Blush." These, too, were 
much in demand for apple-sauce. 

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The rest of the orchard was 
mainly fall and winter fruit, to 
be stored in the cool old cellar for 
winter evenings. Last of all was 
a row of pear-trees laden with ri- 
pening fruit that would furnish 
the boy many a delightful munch 
in the bright October days. 

Back of this orchard spread 
the fields, large and small, where 
hay and grain and corn were 
growing and ripening against a 
background of a shady grove 
called "The Island." And in these 
fields, here and there, stood sin- 
gle dark oaks, or little clusters of 
them, landmarks to the eye, 
grateful resting-places for the 
tired laborer at noon or in the 
burning heat of the later day, and 

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a shelter from storms. Here, too, 
came the sheep, gathering in a 
close circle, stamping their feet 
or lying down to chew their cud 
till the cool of evening. 

Behind these fields stretched 
away the prairie to the blue cir- 
cle of dark woods that surround- 
ed the whole. 

Such were some of the boy's 
memories as he lay in bed or 
sat looking out of window these 
latter weeks. You may think 
them too simply bucolic, but 
they pleased the old boy more 
than anything else he could do. 
So he has written them down for 
you, that you may know how his 
thoughts have been busied and 
come nearer to his mood. 

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Delivered by Philip Van Ness Myers at the 


Eighteen years ago Edward 
Miles Brown, then in the vigor 
and strength of young manhood, 
came to us here to begin his work 
as a member of the faculty of 
this University. He soon won 
the esteem of all, and the affec- 
tion of those who were privileged 
to enjoy intimate association and 
companionship with him. The 
place thus quickly gained by Dr. 
Brown in the regard and love of 
his associates and pupils was ac- 
quired by virtue of his splendid 
qualities of mind and heart. His 
fine mental gifts, united with the 

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laborious habits of the true stu- 
dent, secured for him conceded 
eminence in scholarship and just- 
ly entitled him to the high place 
he held in the ranks of "those who 

But it was preeminently Dr. 
Brown's uncommon qualities of 
heart and character which made 
him so great and so beloved a 
teacher. He was a lovable man. 
He had a rare faculty for friend- 
ship. He inspired in an unusual 
degree the affection, the deep and 
lasting affection, of his pupils 
of which this gathering here to- 
day, where all hearts are tender 
with a kindred sorrow and bowed 
with a kindred sense of loss, is 
a witness and a memorial. The 

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passing years did not with him, 
as too often happens, lessen the 
warmth and generous sponta- 
neity of his friendships. In the 
ardent outpourings of his heart 
to the very last he illustrated 

"How far the gulf stream of our youth 
may flow 
Into the arctic regions of our lives." 

Dr. Brown had not been long 
with us before the physical in- 
firmity which was to render all 
the last years of his life an al- 
most unbroken experience of ache 
and pain came upon him. This 
affliction brought him face to face 
with the baffling mystery of life 
the presence in the world of 
elements and agencies seemingly 
unfriendly to man. It is easy to 

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understand how the early think- 
ers of Iran should have inter- 
preted the facts of life and the 
universe in terms of dualism, and 
have ascribed to the activity of 
an evil-loving being those forces 
and agencies which beset man to 
do him harm, to mar his work, 
and to hinder him in his progress 
toward the good ends of life. 
Such a philosophy has, in truth, 
appealed even to the Christian 
mind as a reasonable interpreta- 
tion and explanation of the 
strange mingling of good and 
evil, of beneficent and seemingly 
malign forces, in the world about 

Now the great service which 
our dear friend has rendered us 

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lies in the deeper, the truer, and 
the diviner interpretation which 
he has helped us to put upon the 
presence in our lives of these ap- 
parently unfriendly elements. He 
has taught us how, through un- 
faltering fidelity to duty, through 
heroic endurance, through un- 
failing faith, these seemingly hos- 
tile forces and baneful elements 
may be transmuted into ethical 
values, into character, the su- 
preme product not a by-prod- 
uct, as some would have us be- 
lieve the supreme product of 
life. He has demonstrated to us 
the reality of this spiritual al- 
chemy, something which we in 
moments of defeat, of weariness, 
of despondency, are ready to de- 

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ny. For it was the very thing 
that so marred his body, and 
which seemed to threaten to mar 
his inner life and to impair if not 
utterly destroy his usefulness, 
that, through happy transmuta- 
tion, imparted to that life such 
an uplift, that invested it with 
such beauty and attractiveness, 
and that gave it such a new range 
of power and influence. 

Not by words, but by a rich 
and beautiful life wrought out 
of seemingly adverse and malign 
elements, our friend has taught 
us anew, and in a way we can 
not forget, "the moral use of dark 
things," "the sweet uses of ad- 
versity." He has revealed to us 
with the clearness of light, the good 

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will, the benign intention in these 
things and happenings which we 
are so prone to fear have in them 
an evil intent, or at least are the 
expressions of the indifference of 
the universe to human lot and 

In a recent memorial service 
held in appreciation of a great 
life, a eulogist of the deceased 
used this simile: "Such a life," 
he said, "finds its just image in 
the star which falls out of its 
place in the sky and out of exist- 
ence, but whose light still streams 
with unfaded luster across the 
abysses of space long after its 
fires have been extinguished at 
their source." 

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And this is a true image of the 
life of him whose presence we 
miss today. He has fallen out 
of his place in the ranks of men 
and out of this earthly existence ; 
the fires of his earthly life are 
quenched; but the light radiated 
from that beautiful life shall 
stream out in undimmed bright- 
ness across the long years to 
come, and to the successive gen- 
erations of youth who shall seek 
in these academic places inspira- 
tion and guidance, will be a bea- 
con, kindled on the frontiers of 
another world, to guide their 
footsteps in the path which leads 
to life's true goal. 

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To E. M. B. 
By Elizabeth Merrill. 

When evening's quiet hour sets fancy free 
And golden days, now past, return once more, 
We think of one we love not for his store 
Of learning and the wisdom that could see 
Life's issues clear ; but that, unflinchingly 
He faced life's problems, and still evermore 
Smiling in triumph, heaviest burdens bore. 

We think of him and what he'd have us be; 

We feel the joy with which he made us know 

The world's great souls, showing on many a 

Beauty and truth fast linked in poesy. 

Sweet Shakespeare's final faith serene ; man's 

Struggle and triumph, joy of seer and sage 

He showed, and in his own life made us see. 

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1033 East University Ave., 
Ann Arbor, Mich., 

October 14, 1907. 

My Dear Friends and Former 
Students The morning mail 
brought me a letter, containing a 
cheque for twelve hundred and 
seventy dollars, a sum made up 
by the contributions of many for- 
mer pupils, and with it such 
words of love and esteem as much 
enriched the bountiful gift. 

I find myself suddenly poor in 
thanks, and do not know how to 
make you understand the deep 
sense of pleasure that has come 
upon me in this assurance of 

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your affectionate regard. But in 
such measure as I can I thank 
you, in humility of spirit, and 
through you, all those who, in this 
tangible way, have given expres- 
sion to their kind remembrance 
of me. 

You have left to me the final 
form which this substantial gift 
shall take, and it seems to me 
that I may perhaps best carry 
out your wishes on my behalf by 
using it for the present in pur- 
chasing a suitable piece of ground 
in this pleasant university town, 
on which to build that modest home 
of our own, that Mrs. Brown and 
I have long wished to possess, and 
by this loving thought of yours 
may now be brought to a speedier 

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and happier realization. But ul- 
timately I wish to make such a 
disposition of the sum as may 
contribute to encourage scholar- 
ship in English in the university 
with which I was so long con- 
nected, and where I came to know 
so many bright and gifted young 
men and young women. 

Out of this acquaintance have 
grown warm friendships that 
will enrich the remainder of my 
life, and I am now permitted to 
feel that I have entered into the 
teacher's highest reward the 
loving remembrance of his pupils 
while, with pride and happi- 
ness, I see them playing a noble 
part in the world and gaining for 
themselves a high place in the es- 

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teem of the communities in which 
they live. 

I thank you deeply for giving 
me so memorable an opportunity 
of expressing some part of that 
loving regard which I shall al- 
ways cherish for those I have 
known in the intimacy of the 

Very sincerely yours, 

Edward Miles Brown. 

Miss Caroline Neff Maxwell 
and Others, Members of the 
Committee of Students and 

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BY the provisions of his will, 
Dr. Brown bequeathed to 
the University the proceeds of the 
sale of a piece of property in 
Michigan, part of the old home- 
stead, equivalent to the sum pre- 
sented him at his retirement. 
This fund is to become the basis 
of an annual prize, to be award- 
ed to that member of the senior 
class who shall have attained the 
highest degree of excellence in 
English during the four years' 
course. This prize is to be known 
as the Edward Miles Brown 
Prize for Excellence in English. 

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TO the generous bequest of 
Dr. Brown, his widow, 
Mary Adkins Brown, has added 
the valuable professional library 
of her husband, a gift precious 
to the University not only for its 
intrinsic worth, but also for the 
cherished associations which clus- 
ter about it. 

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To H. M. G. 
By Edward Miles Brown. 

When Wordsworth wrote of Daffodils 
They grew in native beauty wild 
Beside a lake, among the hills, 
The chosen home of Nature's child. 

Stretching "in never-ending line," 
They filled so full the poet's heart, 
That his deep joy to yours and mine 
He gladly hastened to impart. 

In memory of that happy day, 
These daffodils to me you bring 
In the close city shut away 
From the late coming of the spring. 

Their double petals did not bloom 
Where April winds go piping free, 
They opened in a narrow room, 
Nor felt the lack of liberty. 

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But still their golden faces glow 
As fresh as in that elder time, 
When Nature set her flowers arow, 
To fill with joy a poet's rhyme. 

Then many thanks for their bright 

faces ; 
Whate'er the weight of Nature's ills, 
My heart remembers country places, 
And "dances with the Daffodils." 

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Spoken at the University by Bryant 

IN this day of aggressive ma- 
terialism, when the money- 
changers threaten to drive the 
prophets from the temples, it is 
well that we should commune to- 
gether for a little space with the 
memory of one whose soul went 
forth and held converse with the 
voice from Sinai and the Burn- 
ing Bush. 

In the doing of the world's 
work, under the unremitting 
pressure of modern civilization, 
our tendency is ever away from 
the eternal verities ; our ideas be- 
come warped, our perspective dis- 
torted, we mistake the signs for 

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the things signified, wealth for 
worth, display for beauty, ap- 
plause for character, place for 
achievement. We follow the mob 
and lavish our plaudits on the 
men who do big things, forget- 
ting the very names of those phi- 
losophers and sages who, through- 
out the centuries, have nurtured 
the thought-germs of which great 
deeds are the fruitage. 

But the poet, the thinker, still 
sways and ever has swayed the 
destinies of mankind. It is the 
dreamer of dreams and the seer 
of visions who bears with him the 
"promise and potency of a faith 
which makes for righteousness," 
for the service of his fellow-men, 
and of Everlasting Truth. 

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Any summary of a man's life, 
however replete with stirring 
event and notable achievement, 
any estimate of a man's work, 
however fraught with worthy ac- 
complishment and example of 
worldly wisdom, any tribute to a 
man's memory, however opulent 
of praise and acclaim, must be 
vain and vacuous if it bear not 
with it the recognition of those 
moral and spiritual attributes 
which tend to ennoble and uplift 
our lives. 

For the measure of human liv- 
ing is not in years, but in use. 
The ultimate standards by which 
our earthly courses shall be 
gauged are not the metes and 
bounds of what we have amassed 

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unto ourselves, but what we have 
given out to others. The capac- 
ity for service, like the affections, 
grows stronger the more freely 
it spends itself. 

In terms of years, Dr. Brown 
was not an old man ; he died un- 
timely. But the light of the spirit 
illumined the pathway of his 
days and transcended the limita- 
tions of the flesh. Of dauntless 
courage and noble fortitude, he 
bore in uncomplaining patience 
the afflictions before the assaults 
of which one of less heroic mold 
would have surrendered half- 
score years ago. Day by day and 
month by month, as the inroads 
of his malady deprived him of 
the freedom of the body, the mind 

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and soul of the man entered into 
ever larger freedom and more 
perfect liberty. For every loss 
of physical power, some divine 
law of compensation gave birth 
to an added spiritual grace. Suf- 
fering sweetened, softened, mel- 
lowed him, and those who knew 
him best bear testimony that the 
years of his daily crucifixion 
were the richest, fullest, sweet- 
est years of his entire career. 

It is not easy to speak of the 
personal characteristics of a de- 
parted friend. His public record, 
the work he has accomplished, 
the books he has written, remain 
as monuments to his activity. 
But of those qualities of the man 
himself which compelled to honor 

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and awakened love who shall 
speak without the consciousness 
that he is treading on holy 

During the years in which it 
was my privilege to be associated 
with Dr. Brown, first as a stu- 
dent, later as his assistant, I 
learned to know him primarily as 
the scholar and the teacher. 
Thorough, painstaking, with 
scholastic ideals which counte- 
nanced no superficiality, he was 
an exacting master and a stal- 
wart guide. But to him the pre- 
cisions of scholarship were never 
in themselves an end rather, 
the means to an end. That end, 
always in view to him who, with 
Merlin, had the impulse to "fol- 

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low the gleam," that end was life 
itself, the life beautiful, the life 
moral, the life serviceable. 

To a singular degree Dr. 
Brown, in his teaching and liv- 
ing, confirmed the dictum of Car- 
lyle, which identifies poetry and 
morality, the creed of Browning 
which declares the essential unity 
of truth and beauty. Deeply sen- 
sitive, instinctively chivalrous, 
modest almost to a fault, he was 
ever a kindly critic and an un- 
selfish seeker after the light of 
progressive revelation. He cared 
little for praise nor ever strove 
for popular applause ; yet no man 
was more genuinely appreciative 
of the loving approbation of those 
who constituted the inner circle 

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of his friends. Steadfast to his 
ideals, warm in his affections, 
keen for the truth and intolerant 
of sham and hypocrisy, it was of 
such as he that the poet of the 
West, amid the lengthening shad- 
ows of his years, sang : 

"There is no glory worth a moment's 
Save that which links the memory 
of a man 
To some fair order out of chaos 
By him creating on creation's plan. 

1 'His work it is that lifts the human 
While others lead by law's and 
battle's might, 
He rises into calm above the strife 
And sets new guiding stars along 
the night." 

A fair order was his life, and 
to us who abide in the reflection 
of that glory, must remain a 

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memory which will make for 
braver living, more loving pa- 
tience, ampler service ; the mem- 
ory of those high moral and 
intellectual attainments which 
make the very fact of living elo- 

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By Edward Miles Brown. 

Sojourning in a foreign land 
Where the blue sky and snowy mountains 

While far beneath their fir-embosomed feet 

Stretches Lake Leman's chateau-circled 

And the waves smile as if the whole were 

For man's enjoyment; let me far off greet 
You lying passive in that fair retreat, 

Pondering the mystery of that dread com- 
By which men suffer. From the level plain 

Earth's throes have raised the mountains; 
purer air 

Bathes their high tops and rugged sides, be- 

With shining snow. So all the heights of pain 

Reach upward to the heavens, meeting there 

The eternal blue of love omnipotent. 

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To E. M. B. 

By Nathaniel Hamilton Maxwell. 

[The following verses were written on the 
night after Dr. Brown's death.] 

Rest thee, Poet ! 

The love of all things pure burned in 
thy heart, 

Flamed from thy kindly eye. 

Thy Fancy, all unprisoned, trod the 
summer field, 

Spreading the tangled grass. 

All hills, far echoes, down-tumbling 

Held thee enrapt; thou stoodst 

'Twixt roaring cliff and ocean's end- 
less storm, 

The uprolling mist cooling thy brow. 

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Rest thee, Sage ! 

Eternally, the present yielded thee 
eternal import. 

The dimming ages gave thee heroes 
for companions, 

Answered thy smile with kingly sal- 
utations of the past. 

Each fleeting day told of a thousand 

Proclaiming human growth, the im- 
memorial law. 

Rest thee, Man! 

Thy knightly glance yielded no hint 

of pain. 
Amid the shattering powers that 

smote thee, 
Thou stoodst serene, with knightly 

Rest thee, Prince ! 
Rest thee, Brother-man ! 

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