ances in that State. A member of the Assembly introduced a series of resolutions eulogistic of the deceased and commemorative of his life and services. The resolutions were pitched on a high key, and among other things the expression in Measure for Measure, "to lie in cold obstruction," was quoted. Some prosy wags took hold of the resolutions, and were disposed to laugh them down as hifalutin. At the request of their author, Judge Deady wrote and published as editorial the following brief article in the Daily Statesman of the 6th October. It is presented here as a fair specimen of his off-hand composi

tion:

IN MEMORIAM.

The Assembly has before it a joint resolution to the memory of the late General Russell, long commander at Fort Yamhill, and lately killed in battle under Sheridan in the Shenandoah Valley. A printed copy of the resolution lies before us. We rather like it. As befits the occasion, it has the ring of the trumpet and a touch of true poetic fire. When a generous people desire "to honor the patriot dead," or "to encourage their gallant living," their language should rise above the prosy platitudes of a constable's writ, or an inventory of goods and chattels. Cold chronology or genealogy may properly speak of George Washington as an individual who was born, lived, and died in America, and came to be President of the United States. But the orator, the poet, and the painter, seeing in him a model and a mark for his countrymen in all ages, hallow him by the power of genius, and make him the "Father of his Country"-"First in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen.

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If you would have men die for their country, remember those who thus die. Let the memorial of the brave.departed be such as to warm the hearts and elevate the aspirations of those who come after them. The dream of obtaining a monument among the illustrious dead of Westminster Abbey has done more to maintain the dominion, prowess, and prosperity of England than all the gold of her commerce, twice told and repeated.

Thus Rome deified the dead and inspired the living, until, with

-brave Horatius,

The captain of the gate,

a Roman was ever ready to sacrifice himself for his country, exclaiming:

How can a man die better
Than by facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his gods?

The resolution is couched in the language of eulogy, and so it should be. This is no time to stop to count the spots on the sun, but to paint the radiant orb in full light. Let all that is mortal

of our countryman "lie in cold obstruction," but let our memorial be not only worthy of his death and the cause he gave his life for, but a peerless crown, to be worn again by the living, now and to

come.

Judge Deady is thoroughly an Oregon man. He takes pride in his State, and believes in asserting her dignity and maintaining her importance as an independent community. The subjoined extract from an article which he wrote for a leading New England publication in the year 1867, furnishes some illustration of this:

As a people, we are much inclined to be satisfied with our own approval, and are not disposed to count or feed voraciously upon the applause of the outside world. Conscious of being in the possession of the best country and climate on the continent of America, and not wishing to "sell out," upon any terms short of a billet for "that better land," we are quite indifferent about advertising ourselves or our belongings. Unlike some of our speculative neighbors, we are not at all anxious to get rid of our bargain, or failing in this, to induce others to come forward and share our lot. But mistake me not. If any good folk see proper, without provocation or temptation upon our part, to visit or migrate to this modern Goshen of ours, we will welcome them in a plain way, and mayhap love and trust them when we have tried them and found them to our liking. More than this our amour propre will not allow.

And now, having offered meet incense to our proud provincialism, I may as well admit that I can see no harm, but haply some good, in giving you far off New Englanders an occasional reminder that our "lines are cast in pleasant places," and that here in the valley of the Wallamet, and in the gorges and glens of its two enclosing and protecting mountain ranges, is growing slowly and surely the seat of future empire and wealth. Excuse me if I draw it mild, and write with the brake hard down. I dare not be as eulogistic as I might. I do not wish to make you discontented with your lot. However you may now regret it, you are not to blame because the Mayflower was driven by adverse fortune to land your amiable ancestors upon Cape Cod, while this country might have been had for the taking. Nevertheless, it seems probable that at no distant day the prolific Paddy will, by sheer increase of numbers, compel you frigid people to relaunch the ark of your progenitors and voyage forth to seek a new location for the Yankee nation. In such an event, the mistake of the Mayflower may be corrected. The adventurous Angles and Northmen, you know, tarried in the north of Europe for generations before they found their final home on the island of Britain. When your penates and pumpkin seeds are all safely on board and under

the hatches, give your Palinurus sailing directions for the coast of Oregon. Once here, where wood and iron, wool and water-power are both indigenous and inexhaustible, you will find an admirable opening for the use of your national talents, both constructive and destructive.

The physical constitution of Judge Deady is remarkably good. His figure is large, well proportioned, and fully developed. He is now in middle life, and it may reasonably be expected that he has before him many years more of activity and usefulness.

JUNIPERO SERRA.

FROM THE ALTA CALIFORNIA, OF OCT. 31ST, 1862.

UNIPERO SERRA, the founder of the Missions which

nia, was born on the Island of Majorca, part of the kingdom of Spain, on the 24th of November, 1713. At the age of sixteen, he became a Monk of the order of St. Francis, and the new name of Junipero was then substituted for his baptismal name of Miguel José.

After entering the convent, he went through a collegiate course of study, and before he had received the degree of Doctor, was appointed lecturer upon philosophy. He became a noted preacher, and was frequently invited to visit the larger towns of his native Ísland in that capacity. Junipero was thirty-six years of age when he determined to become a missionary in the New World. In 1749, he crossed the ocean in company with a number of brother Franciscan Monks, among them several who afterwards came with him to California. He remained but a short time in the city of Mexico, and was soon sent a Missionary to the Indians in the Sierra Madre, in the district now known as the State of San Luis Potosi. He spent nine years there, and then returned to the city of Mexico, where he stayed for seven years, in the convent of San Fernando.

In 1767, when he was fifty-four years of age, he was appointed to the charge of the Missions to be established in Upper California. He arrived at San Diego in 1769, and with the exception of one journey to Mexico, he spent all the remainder of his life here. He died at the Mission of Carmel, near Monterey, on the 28th of August, 1784, aged seventy-one years. Our knowledge of his