Alexander Winchell

"Hig Ufe was gentle, aud the elementa So mixed in him, that Nature imght. stond ui And say to all the world : 'THIS was a man !' ' I have no elabórate and worthy memorial to bring before you this afternoon, of the life work of ourbrother and friend who has so suddenly gone from us, but I want to say a few things ooncerning him which have occurred to my mind and which find their illustration in things which at one time or another he himself has either said or done. When 1 entered the freshman class oí the AVesleyan Univers.ity, one of the earliest among the college aequaintances which I made was that of Alexander Winchell. He was a member of the senior class ; but, beiug members of the same Greek fraternity, until tbe day of his graduation, although I was but a freehman, we were thrown together often. I remember very well the impression which he made upon me at that time. He was handsome, studious, thoughtful, courteous, healthy, clearsighted, standing well up towftrds the head of his class in rank au i acholar, and thoroughly respei'ted by every teacher and student of the college. Knowing him then so well il luis never been a matter of surprise tu me that he won for himself such renown as a scientist, or developed such an enviable eharacter as a man. I learned to have great respect for him then; but that résped has since deepened into love. I had not seen him for several years until an errand brought me to Ann Arbor in the spring of 1887, when I received from him marked courtesy and atteution. He took me about the campus and showed me the various buildings of the University, giving me much valuable information as to the methods and resources of the institution, and showing his own deep personal interest in its growth and well being. He carne to my lodgings just as we were about to have family worship, when my host asked Dr. Winchell to lead in prayer. It was to me a most impressive service. His expressed desires for mé, as an old friend, whose acquaintance was just rene wed aft-er a lapse of years, was full of ness, and calculated to endear him to me more iully even than in our earlier life. I left Ann Arbor with a better idea rhan I had ever had of the qualities of Alexander Winchell's mind and heart. Two years later I came to Ann Arbor to be the pastor of the church which he attended, receiving from him as President of the Board of Trustees the heartiest welcome, proffering me as he did the hospitality of his home and strengthening my love for him by his undemontrative courtesy. He was not only a man whom I had learned to respect and reveré for his intellectual powers and scholastic attainments, bat a man whom I had learned to love for his manly qualities and characteristics. For he had a large, broad, generous nature. There was nothing narrow or mean in his composition. That quality in him which some may have construed as exclusiveness and indisposition to sociability, was really shyness and diffidence, born in part of a recognized difticulty which he labored under as to remembering ñames. For a man of his rank in the scientiflc world he was exceedingly modest. He appreciated the recognition of his work by those who were competent tp judge it, but he was never self-assertiye, nor clamorous for a recognition of hia attainments. It was hia aim to do everything which he had to do, well ; just as well for his own eye alone as though it were to be inspected by the acutrist critie. Going home from an important business meeting, as likely as not, instead of retiring to rest, he would write out a f uil memorandum of the business transacted, witli the accuracy and completeness of a skilled secretary. His common-place books of science, in his own hand writing, are modela of elegance and method. Everything which he did, as if in obedience to the apostle'a injunction,was done "decently and in order." Indeed he recognized "order" as "heaven's first law." He had, what is so osstntial to a scientist who would reach the average inind with au impressive statement of h8 discoveriea, a clear and strong imagïnative faculty. In one of his happy paragrapha, he says : "We hang here upon our planet poised in the midst of infinite space and infinite time. "VVhence we came, we know not ; whither we are bound, hope and faith only can reveal. We open our eyes for a moment, like an infantin its sleep ; anon they are closed ; and the busy activities of nature mova on as if we had not existed. A few days since, a friend of mine exhibited to me a silver coin dug up from the rubbish of the hoary East. It was rude, irregular, and begrimed with age. Upon one side was raised the image of a Grecian warnor. Above the head I could trace, with difficulty, but with certainty, the Greek letters whicli spelled the name of Alexander. Venerable coin, thought I ; and my imagination wandered back through twenty-two centuries, till I saw the Issua and the Granicus, and the liustsof Darius inelting before the l'ury of the Macedoniun oonqueror. I feit transported back to antiquity. But then I remembered the Nineveh marbles upon which I had gazed, aud the black and skinny mummies that had looked out at me from their withered eyeballs, and imagination spanned another interval of ages ; and I stood upon the bank of the Tigris and the Nile, and the forms of Sennacherib and Menes and Moses passed before me. As chance would have it, I returned, and passing tlirough a cabinet where the 'medals of creation' had been ranged in regular order, the ponderous molars of an extinct mammoth, dug from the soil of Michigan, awakened a new thought. By its side rested the skull of Oreodon, with its sheep-like teeth in a hog-like head ; and, being in a mood for reverv, I thought of thedistant Missouri plains, where Oreodoii had grazed ; and of the vast lake - thrice the size of Superior - from whose waters he had drank, and on whose muddy banks had crawled turtles that could carry oxen on their backs. And then I remembered that thought had darted back over another stretch of ages to a time when God had not yet said : 'Let us makeman;' when the wide continent was the pasture-ground of elephants aud mastodons and wild horses and camels and sloths and quadrupeds of strange shapes which were blotted out of existence before human eye had gazed upon them. "Here, I thought, are the relies of a genuine antiquity. I sauntered on, and the teeth and vertebra and dimly-outlined foi'ms of Ichthyosaurus and Deinosarus and flying lizaxds and fishes ciad in mail - bucklered and helmetted fishes - these in succession passed before my eyes. And then winged thought flew back through those dim ages of the world's history which we cali Mesozoic. I breathed a stifling atmoaphere ; tepid vapora rose all around me ; st range foliage fringed bayous of which 'I had never heard; neither bird nor insect stirred the. fervid atmosphere ; there were no foresta ; the continents were but just arising from their sea-couches, aud no foot-print had yet been impressed apon their slime-covered heads. And then I thought of the silver coin which bore the image and auperscription of Alexander, and wondered why I had called it venerable. Why ? since twenty populations had possessed the earth, since the relies of those bucklered fishes had been aniinate, and this eoin - why, it had been stamped in the last part of the lifetime of the tweniteth population ; and there were nineteen before it which had beeome extinct. "And so my feet were lifted up from earth ; I was pillowed ujon a bright cloud, and iloated in eternity. And I saw the long history of the world I had left, stretching backward from the spot where I had left it, till it vanished from view, like the track of a railroad on a boundless prairie. With the flash of a thought I pursued it over millions of ages, till I saw it dissolved in fire - till luminous vapora rolled up and rested upon the bosom of infinite space. In this track of fire the track of terrestrial lost itself , and I dared not plunge through the flame in search of the beginning.." "Then I thought, here at length is the dweiling place of autiquity. What is that which men cali aucient and venerable ? Would that the scales could be removed from our eyes. Would that the fog would lift, and men could once look out upon the magnitude of the universe - the majestic span even of terrestrial history - the might, the greatness, the wisdom, the glory of that Intelligence which, at a glance, takes in all space, all time past, and all time to come." Sketches of Creation, 416 It is no marvel, my friends, that, with this clear and strong imaginative faculty, he could hold thoughtful and devout men entranced even with the inductions of science. He was no agnostic. What he found in his excursions through the universe satisfied his mind that whatever proeeeds from the operation of mechanical causes " is not the working of blind fate or irrational necessity, but is grounded finally in the highest wisdom, from which 'the constitution of nature borrows all its harmonies. If, iu the constitution of the world, order and beauty appear, then a Deity exists. If this order has proceeded from the general laws of nature, then all nature is necessarily a working of the highest wisdom."" - World Life.-591. No, my friends, he was neither a shallow-pated agnostic nor a narrow-viewed religious dogmatist. Corning back frorn a sweep of the universe with his mental visión, he always brought with him a reverent feeling, as one who had found God. He did not babble of God as the dying Falstaff babbled of "green fiehls ; " but, with a large thought and a sober mind, he could say with the apostle Paul: "I inow whom I have believed." ín his " Cycles of Matter," where he represents "to us that the "machinery of the universe has run down,,' he says: (But) " beyond and above is the eternal Omnipotence. There is no power in the universo but Deity. When He wills, the resurrection oL matter shall dawn. New life wiU thrill through every vein of the ancient corpse. When He wills, the forcea of matter shall hie again from their hiding places. Heat will again be gathered into central masses. Matter will ! solve into liquids - liquida burn into I vapor and fill again the vault of space - cohesive affinities will be sundered - chernical unions will be unlocked - electrical and gravitating forees will resume their play, and once more will begin the long series of activities which make up the lifetime of firmaments and systems and worlds. The matter of our solar system - or a system like ours- will again be isolated ; the endless whirl of fiery vapor will detach rings, in suecession, which will consolídate into planets and satellites and another earth will spring up." Does not this seem almost hke an extensión of the apocalyptic prophets's visión of " a new heaven and a new earth? " "In the presence " he says " of such conceptions as these, what is man, and what are the works of his hands? What are fleets and forts and cities with their insect hum? What are temples and pyramid's and Chinese walls? They are the agitation of particles of dust" in a distant corner of the universe. The track of an insect on the ocean's shore. The breath of an infant in the tornado's blast. " But what is the spirit of man, whose thoughts thus wander through eternity ? What is the intelligence of man who climbs the battlements of the palace of Omnipotence ?- who seizes hold on infinity- who, though chained in flesh, spurns its fetters, and feels evermore that it is the offspring of God - the brother of angels - the heir of perpetuity - and will soon shake its shambles down among the rubbish of decaying worlds and dweil superior to the mutations of matter and the revolutions of j the ages? What, in comparison with ! the cruinbling of mountains and tlie decay of worlds, is the being possessed of such a consciousness and such a destiny? AVlio sliall tremble at the wreek of matter, when, in perpetual youth, he sliall outlive sunsand .systems and firmaments, and, through the ceaseless cycles of material history, shall see creation rise upon creation - the ever recurring mornings of eternal life?" Now, I ask you, what terror could that thing whicli we cali Death hnve for one with such a view as this of man and his immortality ? He is not dead ; he has simply gone out on a larger excursión into the universe. In our ieebleness of spiritual conception, we look on this scène before us as though it were the end of this deyoted teacher's life. " We flutter about like insects on flower bed," and stand in awe of the things which in God's view and in the measure of man's destined life are but as a geometrical point; which has neither length nor breadth. Our efforts to ' ' compass planetary distauces and stellar pathways " " are as the navigation of the paper nautilus upon the heaving bosom of the broad Pacific." And yet, as compared with the life of this man whom we speak of as dead, " the lifetime of a planet vanishes as a thought." To a belieyer who is endowed with immortal life, the proper " units of measurement are infinitar." "The philosopher thought he had I demonstrated that at last the solid earth should endure forever, and the coterie of planets should not cease to waltz about their sun. But at length we discover not only that forests appear and disappear - not only that the mountains crumble away from age to age, and Oíd Ocean himself has limite set to his duration - but even vonder burning sun is slowly waning, and the very earth is wearily plodding through the mire of ether, and we can foresee the time when, with all her energies wasted, the iire of her youth extinguished, her blood curdled in her veins, her sister planets in their graves, or hurrying towards them, she herself shall plunge again into the bosom of her pareut sun;" but after all this has gone by, and it may be after a thousand just such "cycles of matter" have come and gone, this teacher's life, your life, my life, every human life from the creation will be existent and operative in some part of God's great universe. The feeblest one of us all, if we were to find ourselves at the last on this planet in the hour of Nature's dissolution, could say with the very last man as pictured by Campbell : "Go, Sun, whilfl Mercy holds me up Ou Nature's awful waste, To drink the last and bitter cup Of grief which man shall taste, (o teil the Night, which hldes thy face. Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race On Earth'ssepulchral clod, The darkening uuivertie defy To quench his iminorality. Or shake his trust in God." The tenderness of his heart and the simplicity of his Christian faith are seen in a little circumstance which occurred some years ago, and whicb some of you will remember. A lady friend of his was sick unto death. He went to cali upon her and found that she was too feeble to receive his visit. He then went home and wrote to her a letter, saying, that as she was about to enter the gates of life, he wanted her to find his children atnong the heavenly hosts and deliver to them certain messages of affection. Then followed a message to each child which had pasaed out of its eathly home into the land without sorrow. Yes, my friends, he believed, in God, for he had seen God in the plans and projects of His creative hand. God was a greater being to his mind and heart than He is to the mind and heart of one who has never traced Him out in the material universe. In astronomy and in geology he had mado himself familiar with the countless milleniums in which Jehovah had already existed and the countless milleniutns through which He must of necessitv still exist, in order to carry out the devicee of his power and wisdom in the creation. Of course, no man can realize "inflnity ;" hut such a man as Dr. Winchell, with a penetrating scientiftc gaze and a devout Cliristian heart, will come a great deal nearer to a realization of the infinite than the man who has never looked through a telescope, or taken testimony concerning (iod from theforination of the rocks and earth. As a seientific man, too, lie understood that true happiness dependa largely upon a knowledge of the laws of nature, and a careful adaptation of human life to the requirement of those laws. Xor does this larger view of God necessarily diminish the devont scientist's idea of God's Fatherhood and guardianship of us as liis human creatures. It rather makes Christ more a necessity as the representative of a God among men ; as the spoken word of infinite mercy to the sinful and care-burdened children of men. (íod, as lie is seen in Nature alone, is too awful a 15eing for sinful man to take delight in ; man needs to see God as He is vealed in the person and gospel of Jesus Christ ; he needs to see God through a Mediator, that he may not l)e overwhelmed witli that sense of awe which comes of thinking on God only as an almighty and infinite Creator and Judge of men. And this of necessity made Dr. Winchell a Christian believer. Our brother was a quiet and unobtrusive man. To seehim passing along the street, in his shy and half shrinkiog mauner, you would liave hardly supj posed that he was the man whom those ; that knew hun intimately found him to be and h man of mark among the bcíentists of his generation. "lie was great in his simplicity and unobtrusiveness. JIc did notwearhis heart upon his sleeve for daws to peck at, but he. had a strongand manly spirit. 1 have knownhim tobestirred wltli impatience and earnest remonstrance at witnessing wrong and injustice inflicted upon another. But he was pre-eminently a schólar and a teacher. For more than thrity years he hasgone in an out before his classes in the Univereity of Michigan. First and last Ibelieve, he'has tauglit almosteverything that was includedin the curriculuin of the Univereity. . And tho' this University has lost daring the last few years several of its professors who were eminent in their special departments, vet none of them had achieved such a degreeof national and world f ame as Dr. Winchell. . This fame is not confined to his University teaching. He was one of the organizers of the American Geológica! Society; he has been State Geologist of Michigan, as wi'11 as a member of the U. S. Geological Survey, and he has made many and important contributions to scientific literature. His scientific works are popular for the reason that he wrote in a Iiarly clear and uuteclinical style, and yet without any detriment to his subjects, which he always presented in a dignífied and comprehensive manner. Referring to his decease, one of the leading journals of the country says : "During his long and nsefollife he had received many honors, both at home and abroad. In his death the world of scienee loses one of its ablest and most industrious and patiënt investigators." Ui the rnatunty ol lus powers, and, until the last few days, with his eye unI dimmed and his natural forcé unabnted, in the midst of his highest usefulness, he has gone out of his earthly tabernacle into a house not made with hands, into a city that hath foundation somewhere, a building of God, eternal in the heavens. He has left us behiud for a litte time, a sorrowing company, sorrowing, because we are impatient at the lack of his fellowship, even for a little time. II( will be greatly missed in your halls of leaming ; who would have been missed more than he? For than thirty years his attainments have been the pride of the University of Michigan. Hundreds and thousands of pupils have sat at his. feet and carried awav from their Alma Mater the impress of his master mind, and an ablding reverence for the man himself who taught them. The students of to-morrow will not look upon his face, as the students of yesterday and the past have done ; but his name will be mentioned in their hearing a hundred times in every coming semester. The sciences which he taught may have so large a development in time to come as to make the lessons of yesterday seem weak in the comparison ; but it will always be remembered here that he was among the foremost of the world's scholars in the linea of learning which he here pursued and taught. He will be missed in the gatherings of scientific men for purposes of comparison and mutual help in their work. He will be missed in the church where his counsel was always helpful, and his hand was always open and generous. He will be missed by the long-time citizens of Ann Arbor as one whose residence here was an honor to their community. And how greatly he will be missed in this home ! Howhe loved the dear onos of his home ! But it will only be for a little time ! Husband, father, brother, teacher, friend, thou hast preceded us into the larger fields' of research and knowledge, but it is only for a little time ! We shall soon be with you, in some one of our Heavenly Father's mansions, on some one of the eternal hille of light ! Go and gather up those larger stores of knowledge whicll are now within your reach, that you may be prepared to give them to us when we too, have entered nto that within the vail ! We bid you adieu for a little time, till the day dawns, and the day-star appears in our sky ! I know of no more fitting prayer for US every one to offer than that which ha been recently put up by the sweet and venerable singer on the banks of the Merriinac : Wheu on ïny day of liLe the night is falling. And, iu the winds from unsunned spaces bloivn, I liear far volees out of darkneas cali ing tfy feet to paths unknown; Thou who hast made my home of life so pleasant, I.oave not its tenant when its walls decay; Oh, love divine, oh, Helper ever present, Be thou my strength and stay. Be near me. when all else is from me driiting, Karth, sky, home's picture, days oí shade and shine, And kindly faces to my own uplifting The love which answen mine. I have but thee, oh Father. Let thy spirit He with me then to comfort aud üphokl : N"o gate oí pearl, no branch of palm, 1 merit, Kor street of shiniug gold. .Suffice it if, my good and ill unreckoned, Aud both forgiven through thy abounding giace. I flnd ïnyself by hands iamiliar beckoned Unto my fitting place. Some humble door among thy many mansions, Some shelteriug shade whe're sin and striving cease; And flows forever through heaven's green expansions The river of thy peace. There, from the music round about me stealing, I tain would learn the new nnd holy song. And find.iu last. beneath thy trees 01 healing, The life for which I Ion,'. U3MVERSITY SEN ATE. The íollowing is the memorial adopted by the Univereity senate l"eb. 20, 1891, on occasion of tlie death of Prof. "Vinchell : 'Prof. Alexander Winchell, I.L. 1).. passed awuy yesterclay morning in the67th year of his age, and r. ihe memben of the unlveratty Benate, have assembled to eudeavor to expresa our feeling oí sorrow aud senae oL bereavement. ■In the death of Dr. Winchell the ünlverslty I experiences a great loss; the loss of an emïnent and learned man, oue of its most devoted and loyal f riends ; one who, in addition to the duties of his professorship, has done more thau most men in educating the general public; a man of the greatest industry and ineessaut intelleetual aetivity; a striki'ng figure in the growth of the University for nearly forty years and one of the few remaining bonds which eonnect us with its early historv: a leader in his chosen science and a'man of iofty ideáis." After a brief blographieal account of the dead soholar the memorial continúes: "Dr. Winchell did not confine his labors to his professional duties. His studies in that field have been made underthe auspices of the National and several state surveys. }Iis snecess as a scientific lecturer caused inot-ssitnt demands to be made on him both from ether institutions of learning and for the public platform. His literary activity was. if posslble, still greater than his activity in other directions. He was the author of át least 1-2 formal books and of more than 300 lesser publications. and these vere not thrown ofi in haste and carelessly. but each was the result of elabórate research aud deep reflection. They would alone form a worthv monument to the memory of any man. They are read wherever the Engliab language is spoken and in many case, they have been translated into other lansnages. thns carrying his name and and with it the name of the university with which he was always linked, far beyond the confines of his own couutrv - carrying them.in (act, over the entire world. ïo some of his books it was given to guide to a degree rarely accorded to books in these days, popular thought on the subjects on whichthev treat. 1 bey nave hadan lnnnence which íew scientific books have ever reuched; they have not only made their author one of the ihost prominent figures iu American seience, but have made his name a household word in thousands oí (amiliea. "But we feel the loss of Dr. Winchell not only because of bis eminence in his ohosen field oí work but also beeanse of his personal qualitlec, He was a man of impreesive appearance and dignified bearing, a courteous colleague and a faithful friend, and those who knew hlm beat found in him depths of geutleOesa and aflection which are found but seldom. He was absolutely unswerving in his allegiance to what he believed to be the truth. With true seieutifie instinct, he firinly believed that all truth was oue, and he devoted himself formanyyears to proving that seience and revelation could not be in conflict. His faith in ascertained seience was no less nnwaverlng than his faith in religión, and, in earlier days, when such an assertion provoked hostilt' and even bitter criticism, he dared to assert and maintain that geology and revelation were in aeeord. Unmoved by the storm which he had ralaed, firm in his èonvictions of scientific truth, and devout by nature, he then paased on to the study of thè great problems of creation- problema to which his deeply religious feeling, his love of nature and hls natural bent and grasp of hismind all Irresistibly turned hlm. With a reverent but master hand he endeavorad to lift the veil of the past, to.follow the steps ofjereation, ascertamlte laws and follow itsevoïution. These ere the problema to which he delighted to devote himself. His other studies were only incidental to these or to the duties of instruction. It was ander the inspirntion of these grand problema that his most influential books were written and his most eloquent discourses delivered; and. as it happens, hls last public leeture. the last leeture he was destined to deliver. when the feebleuess of mortal disease was overeóme bj the inspiration of his subject, a leeture whieh called together so mauy that his elnssroom hnd to be ezchanged for l'niversity hall that his last public address was again devoted to one of the noble problems of ereation. It was a fitting subject for the last dlscouree and a fitting close for the public life of so great, so able and so devout a man. "A noble and striking persomility. a manof great learnlng aud lofty deals, has been strick011 down and we grieve at his loss: agentle and earuest spirit has left us and we mourn. ■We eztend our hearttelt Bympathy to his family In their great bereavement and wedesire in a body, to joiu with theni iu the lust sud tribute to the mortal remalnsot our late associate." UXIVERSITY MUSICAL SOCIETY. Memorial of the University Musical Society upon the death of Dr. Winchell. A little more than a year ago, the Board of Directors of the Vniversity Musical Society were listening to a memorial on the death of Dr. Hcnry S. Frieze, drawn up and presented by Prof. Alexander Winchell. Little did they think that in 80 short a time it would become their sad duty to expresa their sorrow that he who drew up that tender and beautiful memorial should go soon follow on the same journey to the silent land. Ou seeing the duity and vigor with which he attended to his mauydutie8 for nearly the whole of the flrst semester, it seemed hardly possible that the end was ao near, thatalife so useful to society, of Ruch abouuding vitality, should be so suddenly cut short. To Professor Winchell more than to anyone man, the University Musical Society owes its present form of organization; he pointed out the eiistence of the state law under whlch it was ineorporated; he drew up the constitution and ordinances; to him the society always turned at allcritical periods for advice which he never failed to give. In the midst of the numerous calis made upon bis time and energie8 he always found leisure togive the society the benefit and inspiration of his presencet and the help of wise coungels at all its meetings. His kindness was unvarying, his activïty was untiring, his devotion to the interests of the society unsurpassed. Although not a practical musirían himself, music especially, and the other arts as well, were cultivatedin his household in such a way that this society has derived great direct practical beneflts. He took deep interest and delight in music in all its forms. He was an appreciatlve and intelligent listener, a just but indulgent critic; and he sympathized with every effort to raise the standard of musical culture and intelligence in the University aud in the commuiiity. Dr. Alexander Winchell was the first vicepresident of the University Musical Society. He held that office until October 1881, when he was eleeted president. He remained president until October 1883, when hi positivelydecliued re-election. In October 1889. he was agaiu eleeted vice-president. On the death of Dr. Frieze in December of the same year he became president, and was re-elected in 1890 Frorn October 1880 to April 1SK!. he was also president of the Cboral l nion and during the whole existence of the society he has been a member of the Board of Directora. The Board of Directors desire to express their sense of the deep loss they have sustained in his death, who was a wise counsellor and a true friend.and to place iton record, so that the society in the future may have some KÜKht nppreciation of the immense services he has reudered it. ACTIOX OF TRUSTEES OF M. E. CHURCH. The Board of Trustees of the First Methodist Episcopal churchof Ann Arbor.drsire to place on record their sense of the great loss tliev li.n e sustalned in the ueiith of Professor Alexander Wiuchell. who has been for two vears their honored and efficiënt President. He lias been snmmoned by the Haster he had served so long and wel] from amongthe struggles and labors of this lile to enjoy the reward which is reserved for such long and falthfnl service in a world where struggles and labors are unknown. In him the t'hurch of Ann Arbor has. lost a wise counsellor, a devoted frlend, the universal Church a well-equipped and valiant soldier, religious truth an ardeut and powerful defender, and the Giverof all truth a humbic and willing follower. But though e is dead, vet does he live, his works do follow him. In the lives and hearts of those who have been moved by his example and precept, eloquent witnesses are still testifving to the value of the truths he taught, and long after that body, which was but the deeayin? abode of an immortal spirit, has returned to lts dust, the spirit itself which dwelt there will live and workas in this mortal life, for God and His truth. Dr. Winehell who.se death occurred on Thursday morning, Feb. 19th, after an illness of some three weeks, was bom in N. Y., Dec. 31, 1824, being e years of age. He came to the University in 18óM, but was made Chancellor of Syr.icuse University in 1873, returnng here again in 1879, remaining until lis deatli. Funeral services werp held Sunday afternoon from the family residence oii N. Univereity ave. Rev". Dr. W. S. Studley, of Evanston, 111., and Rev. Dr. Rust, of the M. E. church of this city, conducted the services. Prof. Albert Á. Stanley conducted the song service. At Forest Hill cemetery, the burial services were private. The active pallbearers were young men selected from Dr. Winchell's class and the honorary bearers consisted of Dr. Angelí, Proís. Pettee, Carhart, Harriugton, Walter, Denunon, Prescott, and D'Ooge.