PREFACE. Before the San Francisco fire of April, 1906, I had collected most of my addresses for the purpose of publishing them in one volume. This publication was not prompted by any sense of egotism or by any illusion that they would be extensively read. Lord Roseberry has said that people do not read old speeches, and there is much truth in this statement. My desire simply was to give them a local habitation. When this disastrous conflagration destroyed all my possessions, including all my literary and professional work for the past twenty-five years, I felt as if every foot-print that I had made had been obliterated, and I immediately endeavored to collect as many as I could of my speeches, for the purpose of carrying out my original intention. Through the kindness of friends and libraries living and situatel outside of San Francisco at the time of the fire, I have been able to obtain copies of a few of these speeches, and I republish them in this volume with the hope that, in event of another such fire, one copy of this work may escape destruction. SAN FRANCISC Se O pt , e mber 14, 1908. JOHN MARSHALL Deliz crcd Before the Orego c Bar Associatiojt a, t Portla td, Orcgojt, Joltjz Alarshall Day, February 4, 1901. T HE evil that men do is said to live after them, but the good is oft interred with their bones. There are, however, good men as well as bad men who departing leave behind them footprints on the sands of time, whose good work knows neither death nor dying but lives on through the centuries. To the memory of such a man, Chief Justice hlarshall, the bench and bar of this country are assembled to do honor and reverence on this the one hundredth anniversary of his elevation to the Supreme Bench. The close of a century is suggestive of retrospection, and invites us to revisit its dawning, as does the beginning of a century hurry us on the wings of anticipation to its close. The nineteenth century and the Republic were rocked in the same cradle. The two have grown up together, foster brothers, as it were, and they challenge comparison one with the other. The century began its travels on a stage coach it ends them on limited trains that keep company with the sun as they speed across the continents. It began its correspondence with letters that lagged behind the snail it ends it with the telephone and telegraph that pace the lightning. It began with the nations whole wide worlds apart it ends with earths remotest regions in neighborly communication, and all the world a whispering gallery. It began with little 8 JOHN MARSHALL science, less machinery, and no surcease from pain it ends with science dropping in ripe fruit from the tree of knowledge, machinery a wizard doing the work of magic, and pain lulled to sleep by the hypnotism of anaesthetics. Equally marvelous has been the development of this Republic, of its government, its resources, and its people. One hundred years ago thirteen sparsely settled States fringing the Atlantic constituted the United States of America. Its western boundary was the Mississippi, but its southern line did not extend to the Gulf of hlexico...
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