in an
"earthquake voice" in the cheers with which we welcome Charles Dickens
to this new world.

ANDREW V. V. RAYMOND

THE DUTCH AS ENEMIES

[Speech of Rev. Dr. Andrew V. V. Raymond at the thirteenth annual
dinner of the Holland Society of New York, January 12, 1898. The
President, John W. Vrooman, said: "I must now make good a promise,
and permit me to illustrate it by a brief story. A minister about
to perform the last rites for a dying man, a resident of Kentucky,
said to him with solemnity that he hoped he was ready for a better
land. The man instantly rallied and cried out, 'Look here, Mr.
Minister, there ain't no better land than Kentucky!' To secure the
attendance of our genial and eloquent College President I made a
promise to him to state publicly at this time that there is no
better college in the world than Union College; that there is no
better president in the world than the president of old Union; and
I may add that there is no better man than my valued friend,
President Andrew V. V. Raymond, of Union College, who will respond
to the toast: 'The Dutch as Enemies.--Did a person but know the
value of an enemy he would purchase him with fine gold.'"]

MR. PRESIDENT:--Ladies--to whom now, as always, I look up for
inspiration--and gentlemen of the Holland Society, when one has been
rocked in a Dutch cradle, and baptized with a Dutch name and caressed
with a Dutch slipper, and nursed on Dutch history, and fed on Dutch
theology, he is open to accept an invitation from the Holland Society.
It is now four years since I had the pleasure of speaking my mind freely
about the Dutch, and in the meantime so much mind--or is it only
speech--has accumulated that the present opportunity comes very much
like a merciful interposition of Providence on my behalf. During these
years my residence has been changed, for whereas I used to live in
Albany now I live in Schenectady, which is like moving from The Hague to
Leyden, or in other words, going a little farther into the heart of
Dutchdom, for nowhere else is Dutch spelled with a larger D than in the
city of my residence to-day, with Lisha's Kill on one side, and
Rotterdam on another, and Amsterdam on the third, and a real dyke on the
fourth, to say nothing of the canal.

You do not remember that speech of mine four years ago for you did not
hear it. That was not my fault, however,