OSCAR LOVELL SHAFTER
              Memorial of Oscar L. Shafter, being words spoken at his Burial 
                by Rev. Dr. Stebbins. A sermon preached on the following Sunday 
                by Rev. L. Hamilton. A sketch of the life and character, given 
                before the Supreme Court of California by Hon. John W. Dwinnelle. 
                Lines to his memory from the New York Evening Post—-SAN FRANCISCO, 
                1874.—Pamphlet 25 pp.
              IN MEMORIAM.
              An Extract.
              OSCAR LOVELL SHAFTER, L. L. D., late Associate Judge of the Supreme 
                Court of the State of California; born in Athens, Vt., October 
                19, 1812; died in Florence, Italy, January 23, 1873; funeral at 
                the First Congregational church, Oakland, Cal., March 24, 1873.
              "Energy, endurance of labor and a kind of mountainous good 
                sense that sees men and things as they are and goes free of all 
                cant, were eminent in him. In his statement of principles, he 
                could have had few superiors. He had that appreciation of the 
                unity and generalization of truth that gives dignity to the intellect, 
                and the perspective of moral grandeur to all principles. When 
                theories of deep human interests were touched, his mind kindled 
                along its summits with find enthusiasm of poetic feeling and right. 
                It sometimes lay calm, silent, sullen as the sea and rolled with 
                sleepy strength, and in all the manifestations of his intellectual 
                activity, there was something of that repose which is the measure 
                of reserved power and background of all greatness. He was a pleasant 
                companion and good talker. A man with wide discourse of reason, 
                unimpassioned, yet of fine sensibility, his whole nature, by the 
                eternal weight of moral gravity, surging toward the truth. Thus 
                I understood him.—-Rev. Dr. Stebbins 
              "Eminent among the higher order of minds stood the late 
                Judge Shafter, a type of the time, he ran through the progress 
                of the age in his own experience. His father was a man of much 
                force of character and large influence with his neighbors. His 
                mother was a woman of rare intelligence. At an early age death 
                deprived him of her counsels, but he cherished her memory with 
                a deep tender reverence. At about fourteen he was placed at a 
                Methodist Academy in Wilbraham, Mass. He completed the course 
                in his school, and finally graduated at the Methodist University 
                at Middletown, Conn., studied law at Cambridge, and commenced 
                practice in Vermont, where his powers soon placed him in the foremost 
                rank of his profession. His coming to this State (California) 
                in the Fall of 1854, then immediate recognition of his abilities, 
                his law partnerships with the first legal talent of this State, 
                his firm stand as an anti-slavery man, his self-consistent adherence 
                to this stand through all the exciting scenes that had followed, 
                his election to the Supreme Bench of the State in 1863, his unimpeachable 
                and even unsuspected integrity as well as ability in that position 
                for four years, then the sudden failing of his health, compelling 
                his resignation, his efforts for recovery, the hope growing fainter 
                till the final word flashed under the sea is well known. As a 
                judge, his impartiality commended a confidence that was well nigh 
                perfect. The suspicions of a bribe never rested on him. There 
                was something in the man corruption dared not approach. He was 
                also merciful. He gave without ostentation, but liberally and 
                continuously. One who had the best opportunity to know, writes 
                of him: 'I know personally of tens of thousands of dollars disbursed 
                by him without any hope of return.' He was severely logical in 
                his mental processes, but along with this went an endowment of 
                the keenest sensibility. When thoroughly roused in his own utterances, 
                the golden ingots of his logic would melt and flow in streams 
                of burning emotion. There was a large measure of that 'sort of 
                religious sensibility' which is said to have marked the speeches 
                of WEBSTER'S prime. But it was in his own family that these tender 
                qualities showed themselves in their fullest power. I think we 
                may truthfully add, also, that he crowned his other virtues by 
                walking humbly with his God." Rev. L. Hamilton.
               The body was taken to the Oakland Cemetery and deposited in 
                the family vault. Among those present, beside the family member 
                friends, were a very large number of the San Francisco and Sacramento 
                Bar.
              From MEMORIAL SUPREME COURT
              "He completed his law studies under Judge Story at the law 
                school of Harvard University; commenced practice at Wilmington, 
                Vt., in 1836 or 1837; became a member of the Legislature; was 
                the candidate of his party for Representative in Congress, Governor 
                and United States Senator; married to Miss Sarah Riddle in 1840; 
                six children survive.
              Judge Shafter arrived at San Francisco November 13, 1854, without 
                his family, and immediately entered upon the practice of his profession, 
                in connection with the leading firm of Halleck, Peachy, Billings 
                & Park. During the next ensuing year, until the arrival of 
                his family, he kept a journal, in which he entered his impressions 
                of the climate and the scenery of California, his views of the 
                society and of the practice in the court, many current events, 
                some biographical sketches and notices and analysis of the books 
                which he read; but more especially was this brief diary remarkable 
                for its manifestations of his deep affection for his family and 
                other relations, for his diffidence of his own ability, and for 
                the gradual growth of a self-confidence that he was equal to contend 
                with the foremost of the bar. It was during this period that he 
                received intelligence of the death of two children within the 
                period of one month. [An only son of seven years, and an infant 
                daughter that he had never seen.]
              It was sometimes said of him while at the bar, that he was slow 
                in the preparation of his cases. As a consequence he was very 
                successful at the bar, and his decisions were rarely questioned. 
                While at the bar nobody was more scrupulous than he in the respect 
                with which he treated the judiciary, both in language and bearing, 
                and when he came to the bench he magnified his high office in 
                the same spirit.
              He was very successful in gathering the material rewards of his 
                professional labors, and by their judicious investments accumulated 
                in an opulent fortune. He was an ardent student of nature, and 
                loved to be a boy again, amid mountains, forests, fields and waters. 
                And on such occasions he showed an apt familiarity with the best 
                poets of the English language, which caused it be said of him: 
                'He was a learned lawyer of an older school. Hon. John W. Dwinnelle 
              
              LAMENT.
              [Written upon receiving the letter communicating the death of 
                his two children. Poets and Poetry of Vermont, 1858]
              By OSCAR L. SHAFTER
              I left them in their mountain home,
                One sad, sad day—
                I clasped them to my yearning heart,
                Then tore myself away.
                What cheered me in that hour of gloom?
                What hope illumed the sea,
                As o'er the boundless deep I sped—
                That boundless of the free?
                And then the far-off bourne was reached,
                What gave to purpose power
                To whelm me in the strife of men,
                And gild each lonely hour?
                The hope that when the strife was done,
                The labor and the pain,
                To clasp them, in my mountain home,
                Unto this yearning heart again.
                That hope's no more! My baby died,
                Like flower upon its stem;
                And now my boy—for him has pealed
                The solemn requiem.
                Oh! When across the wide, wide sea,
                The winged death-knell come,
                Then on my lips' high altar stone,
                Grew dim the vestal flame.
                The filial hope the heart possessed,
                To cheer his parents' age
                To stay their footsteps toward the tomb,
                Their dying pangs assuage.
                My son! My son! My only son!
                My joy, my hope, my pride!
                Oh! Life was severed from its ends,
                And darkened when he died!
                He's gathered to our early dead
                In his exultant morn,
                Before the mid-day strife came on,
                Or rose disclosed its thorn;
                The lust of gold—the heart of pride,
                Ambition's fitful dream,
                The monumental woes that rise
                Above the ills between.
                The broken hope, the exile's pain,
                Temptation's trial hour,
                And all the waste and wreck of life
                And sin's destructive power,
                By early death he's rescued from—
                By early death set free;
                And can I know the gain to him
                And mourn the loss to me?
                Father, console Thy smitten ones,
                Forgive the tears that rise;
                Our children—angels round Thy throne—
                But win us to the skies.
              
                Journals & Correspondence
                Flora Haines Loughead (ed.), Life, Diary and Letters of Oscar Lovell Shafter, associate justice, Supreme Court of California, January 1, 1864, to December 31, 1868 (San Francisco: Blair-Murdock Co., 1915) [online text]