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SPEECH ON ACCIDENT INSURANCE.

DELIVERED IN HARTFORD, AT A DINNER TO CORNELIUS WALFORD, OF LONDON.

GENTLEMEN: I am glad indeed to assist in welcoming the distinguished
guest of this occasion to a city whose fame as an insurance center has
extended to all lands, and given us the name of being a quadruple band of
brothers working sweetly hand in hand,—the Colt's arms company making the
destruction of our race easy and convenient, our life insurance citizens paying for
the victims when they pass away, Mr. Batterson perpetuating their memory with
his stately monuments, and our fire insurance comrades taking care of their hereafter.
I am glad to assist in welcoming our guest—first, because he is an Englishman,
and I owe a heavy debt of hospitality to certain of his fellow-countrymen;
and secondly, because he is in sympathy with insurance and has been the means of
making many other men cast their sympathies in the same direction.

Certainly there is no nobler field for human effort than the insurance line of
business—especially accident insurance. Ever since I have been a director in an
accident insurance company I have felt that I am a better man. Life has seemed
more precious. Accidents have assumed a kindlier aspect. Distressing special
providences have lost half their horror. I look upon a cripple, now, with affectiontionate
interest—as an advertisement. I do not seem to care for poetry any more.
I do not care for politics—even agriculture does not excite me. But to me, now,
there is a charm about a railway collision that is unspeakable.

There is nothing more beneficent than accident insurance. I have seen an entire
family lifted out of poverty and into affluence by the simple boon of a broken leg.
I have had people come to me on crutches, with tears in their eyes, to bless this
beneficent institution. In all my experience of life, I have seen nothing so seraphic
as the look that comes into a freshly mutilated man's face when he feels in his vest

pocket with his remaining hand and finds his accident ticket all right. And I have
seen nothing so sad as the look that came into another splintered customer's
face, when he found he couldn't collect on a wooden leg.

I will remark here, by way of advertisement, that that noble charity which we
have named the Hartford Accident Insurance Company,[1] is an institution
which is peculiarly to be depended upon. A man is bound to prosper who gives it
his custom. No man can take out a policy in it and not get crippled before the
year is out. Now there was one indigent man who had been disappointed so often
with other companies that he had grown disheartenend, his appetite left him, he
ceased to smile—said life was but a weariness. Three weeks ago I got him to
insure with us, and now he is the brightest, happiest spirit in this land—has a good
steady income and a stylish suit of new bandages every day, and travels around on
a shutter.

I will say, in conclusion, that my share of the welcome to our guest is none the
less hearty because I talk so much nonsense, and I know that I can say the same
for the rest of the speakers.