Review of reviews and world's work . d. This is all well enough, and New Yorkowes it to its primacy to satisfy these needswhen it can; but where is the spirit of servicethat is to civilize New York? These words were w^ritten and in typewhen public announcement was made of thedisposition directed by Mr. John StewartKennedy of his princely fortune. The spiritof service and of sacrifice had entered fullyinto his noble soul. For four of the fivegreat institutional agencies for the upbuild-ing of culture and the uplifting of civiliza-tion that are named above, he made benefi-cent provision. The exa
Review of reviews and world's work . d. This is all well enough, and New Yorkowes it to its primacy to satisfy these needswhen it can; but where is the spirit of servicethat is to civilize New York? These words were w^ritten and in typewhen public announcement was made of thedisposition directed by Mr. John StewartKennedy of his princely fortune. The spiritof service and of sacrifice had entered fullyinto his noble soul. For four of the fivegreat institutional agencies for the upbuild-ing of culture and the uplifting of civiliza-tion that are named above, he made benefi-cent provision. The example of one suchman, actuated through a long life by thehighest principle and filled with the noblestimpulses, is worth many times more than allpossible exhortation. The spirit that is tocivilize New York and give to it the domi-nant place in the intellectual life of theworld to which it may justly aspire. Is aliveand at work. Mr. Kennedy has pointed theway and has trod in it with a wisdom and agenerosity that are without THE LATE RICHARD WATSON GILJDER. OF NEW YORK. (Mr. Gilder, who died suddenly on November 18 at the age of sixty-five, had been editor of the Cen-tury Maijazine since 1881. He was the author of six volumes of verse and had taken an active part incivic affairs.) RICHARD WATSON GILDER. BY JOHN FINLEY. A/TR. gilder lived the larger part of his^^^ life in a great city. He saw that citygrow out of the great town into which hecame a young man. He saw the trees andfields gradually disappear and the first tene-ments and skyscrapers appear. He saw thehordes of strange peoples come into thestreets. He saw the struggle for wealthgrow intense, and he saw fashion increase its foolish and extravagant tyrannies. Yet washis life as simple in its ways, as free of pre-tense and avarice, his soul as unsullied, as ifhe had spent his days in the old home placeat Bordentown, where his body rested for afew minutes on its way to burial. This isa fact of his life most signi
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