course. The divine madness that sometimes possessed him never escaped the control of cool, calculating method. Sagacity pointed out the path to risky undertakings. Every detail was discussed, all possibilities considered, all contingencies provided for. It was no stroke of luck that made him one of the foremost lieutenants of Grant while he was still a young man. The ardor with which he fulfilled every duty laid upon him by his idolized commander was impatient of the slightest neglect in others or in himself. He exacted from his subordinates that which he freely rendered, a steady and persistent drill in things great or small. This rigorous training, though odious to the effeminate delicacy of our enervated multitudes, produced the mounted paladins who eventually rode down the gallant chivalry of the South in the fertile valleys of Virginia. Thus he ripened for the last phases of the tremendous and tragic drama of the war.

By these ways and means I have briefly indicated he was made meet for the momentous climax. In the crash of battle a sudden change came over him. His short, compacted form grew even more erect, the grasp upon his saber tightened, his eyes flashed with unwonted fires, his nostrils dilated, his sinews stiffened, his entire bearing was transformed. Yet the fortitude, the daring, the matchless boldness of which his chroniclers have told, were restrained at every point by consummate equipoise and knowledge of the situation involved. It is not too much to say that he forged the cavalry weapon he wielded with such effect, he compelled it to receive his own stamp, he bathed it in sacrificial struggle, and made its onfall as sure and deadly as the thrust of the Household brigade at Waterloo, or the Light cavalry at Balaklava.

As to whether he was capable of the higher strategies which Lee showed in the Wilderness, and Grant at Vicksburg, and

Thomas at Nashville, I am not competent to determine.

Grant seems to have believed he was, and gave him a place by the side of Sherman. We think of them as a trinity of generals; and their troops, some of whom are here today, will not have it other than that Sheridan was in the foremost line of the world's commanders. In any case, we call a truce to this debate on the day when we honor him. Lee and Jackson, Grant, Sherman and Sheridan, Meade and Thomas, are now with God, and their records as soldiers stand fast and are illustrious. As a man, Sheridan was a contrite, humble and devoted Christian, loyal to his Maker, his Redeemer and his Church; compassionate toward the afflicted and the outcast, uncompromising in his opposition against injustice and wrong, immovable in his resolution that he would not barter his soldierly character in the devious ways of politics. As a citizen he regarded his land and her institutions first and foremost. To lay violent hands upon these was, for him, the vilest anarchy and an unforgivable treason. As a soldier he was as untamable and formidable in war as he was modest in peace; full of enterprise and initiative, liable to appear where the enemy least expected him, and at a time and a place which he chose for their discomfiture and his own advantage. These veterans whose presence with us lends pathetic significance to our dedicatory acts loved and trusted and followed him to the last. Of his doings and of theirs the generations have since heard and will continue to hear. That we shall revere his memory and exult in his fame is beyond question. Yet better, far better, were it for us not to mimic, but to be inspired by his greatness to a more adequate ideal of our duty as citizens and an unshrinking resolution to discharge it to the last item and at any hazard.

The world today is torn with war, and Sheridan's brothers in blood are, as usual, enduring the apocalyptic horrors of a sanguinary epoch with their old-time courage and devotion.

Many dangers threaten us: the prejudices and provincialism of our citizenship not least among those dangers. But so long as we can bring forth, and honor, and be influenced by, such heroes as Philip Henry Sheridan, so long can we have confidence in the future of America.

The band and chorus then rendered the "Battle Hymn of the Republic," after which Hon. Martin H. Glynn, former Governor of the State, was introduced by Mayor Stevens.

ADDRESS BY HON. MARTIN H. GLYNN

This statue is a monument to merit and a proclamation of pride; a monument to the merit of one of the greatest military chieftains in the history of the world, a proclamation of pride that New York gave Phil Sheridan to the nation and Albany gave him to the world.

This statue is an illustration of American opportunity. In no other country under the sun would the road for advancement have been opened from the humble cottage on Fox street where Phil Sheridan was born, just a stone's throw from here, to this majestic pedestal of granite, this magnificent statue of bronze with its laurel of reward, its incentive for endeavor. Within this statue lies the lesson that under the Stars and Stripes for which Phil Sheridan fought with the fury of a demon and the patience of a saint, Worth makes the man and Genius carves the place he holds in the panorama of his time.

This statue is a tribute to every man who fought to save a single star from falling out of this old flag of ours, and none would have it more so than Phil Sheridan himself, who called the privates in the ranks the heroes of the war and to them gave the credit for his honor and his fame.

But, my friends, this statue singularly epitomizes and graphically symbolizes one of the most romantic, one of the most picturesque careers in the annals of war.

Napoleon alone can match its splendor or rival its glory. Within the short space of six months Phil Sheridan fought his way from a captain to a colonel, from a colonel to a brig

adier, from a brigadier to a major-general by a series of victories that thrilled the North and startled the South. This record stands without a superior. It has about it the mystery of Alexander the Great, the splendor of Julius Caesar and the lustre of Napoleon.

And to Phil Sheridan's credit be it said that no social influence, no political manipulation, no magic clink of gold ever won him a star of promotion or an epaulet of distinction. With his sword he won his own way. Victory was his passport to promotion, merit his claim to distinction; and every promotion he received bears the date of some famous battle that he won. And he won battles so fast, earned promotions so rapidly, that he was a general long before his commission as a colonel ever reached him. So just though, so merited, were these unprecedented promotions that no criticism ever marred them, no jealousy ever dimmed them. In all our history, he is probably the only man who ever commanded a regiment, a brigade and a division as a colonel and brigadier while actually commissioned as a captain of the line.

For brilliancy of performance and rapidity of promotion. the career of Phil Sheridan stands unrivalled and alone.

In all his career he never lost a battle; he fought in seventy engagements and always fought where the bullets flew the thickest and death stalked without a mask; he seldom made an unsuccessful attack; and every time the enemy hurled itself on Sheridan's lines, Sheridan hurled the enemy back to disaster and defeat.

Five brigadier-generals told Abraham Lincoln that "Phil Sheridan was worth his weight in gold;" General Sickles said "his mere presence doubled the fighting strength of any command for he could do as much with ten thousand soldiers as any other commander could do with twenty thousand; Count Von Moltke declared "he taught Europe new lessons