Hale, Dr. Edward Everett (1822-1909), an American Unitarian clergyman and writer of note. He was a grandnephew of Nathan Hale, the patriot, and a son of Nathan Hale, journalist and editor. Dr. Hale was born in Boston and received his education at Harvard. In 1842 he became pastor of a church in Worcester, Massachusetts. He remained here for fourteen years, when he accepted a position as pastor of the South Congregational Society of Boston--a Unitarian church. He was with this church, either as an active minister or as pastor emeritus, during the remainder of his life. Dr. Hale accomplished an immense amount of work in his long life. He was pastor, preacher, philanthropist, reformer, editor, lecturer, and the author of so many writings that they have been called "appallingly voluminous." His story, Ten Times One is Ten, led to the organization of the "Lend-a-Hand Society." This organization is wide-spread throughout the United States, and has numerous branches in Europe, Asia, Africa, and the islands of the Pacific. Dr. Hale organized also the "Look-up Legion," a society for Sunday School children with the motto, To look up and not down, To look forward and not back, To look out and not in, and To lend a hand. Perhaps the best known of all his writings is the story, The Man Without a Country. It is regarded as one of the most perfect short stories ever written. Other writings are, Philip Nolan's Friends, Boys' Heroes, The Story of Massachusetts, A New England Boyhood, Lowell and His Friends, Margaret Percival in America, If, Yes, and Perhaps, In His Name. SAID OF HALE. The Grand Old Man of Boston. He is in hearty sympathy with whatever contributes to the happiness of humanity. His best strokes of invention have their impulse in his devotion to the welfare of his fellow man.--Shaw. No other American writer has equaled him in this ability to make history out of fiction.--Abernethy. Boston's first citizen is gone; there is no successor in sight--no one, at least, combining so many talents, so much distinction. There is no one whose work has been so varied, so fruitful, so rich in the grace and sweetness of which American life is so lamentably poor.