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sat in his library; the Oxford Bible, ''the
gift of Lord Ashley in 1885," still lying on the
table at which he wrote; the lawns over which
he walked and viewed with delight his herds of
selected cattle; the noble old elm of two hum
dred years growth on the eastern slope of the
lawn, with its branches dropping to the ground
on either side one hundred feet apart, under
whose shade his coffin rested at the time of his
funeral, all brought him wildly to mind, and
we seemed to feel more than ever, the race of
the giants is gone. Where are our statesmen
now? Of politicians there is no lack. But
who speaks now as Webster spoke in the Sen.
ate in 1880? He then said in his reply to
Hayne:
''While the Union lasts, we have high, ex-
cititing, gratifying prospects spread out before
us, for us and our children. Beyond that I seek
not to penetrate the veil. God grant, that, in
my day at least, that curtain may not rise. God
grant that on my vision never may be opened
what lies behind. When my eyes, shall be
turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in
heaven, may l not see him shining on the
broken and dishonored fragments of once
glorious Union; on States discovered, discor-
dant, belligerent; on land rent with civil
feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal
blood!"
His prayer was answered. He was taken
away from the evil to come, at the ripe age of
three score and ten. AS we stood at his grave
in the old Winslow cemetery, where he rests
with the wife of his youth, his sons Edward
and Fletcher and George, and his daughter
Julia, all gone. We felt how true it u.s. tive
all do fade as leaf" But who has left such
record? Who has made stronger impression
upon the age in which he lived Our visit to
'Green Harbor" will not soon be forgotten.
The register kept there shows it is place often
frequented
The cemetary where rests the remains of
webster and his family is very ancient. Here
is the grave of Gov. Winslow, who died in
1850, and many curious inscriptions may be
found. We copied but one as specimen.
Here lyeth ye ashes of We
Reverend Learned Mr.. Edward Thompson.
Pastor of ye church in Marshfeld
Who suddenly departed this life
March 16, 1905. Ammo Etatis Suae 40.
''Here in tyrant's hand doth captured I've
A rare synopsis of Divinity,
Ola patriarchs, prophets, gospel bishops
meet,
Under deep silence in this winding sheet
All rest awhile in hopes and full intent,
When their King calls to sit in parliament"
The graves OF Webster and his family are on
the eastern side of the cemetery in sight of the
mansion, and are enclosed with an iron railing.
Plain monuments of Italian marble are erected
at each grave, and upon the one at Websters
grave is the following inscription, with the
sentence he wrote expressing his religious be-
lief
DANIEL WEBSTER.
Born January 1S, 1882
Died October "a, 1852.
Lord, believe, help Thou mine unbelief."
Philosophical argument, especially that
drawn from the vastness of the universe in CON-
parison with the insignifcance of this globe,
has sometimes shaken my reason for the faith
which is in me; but my heart has always as
sured and treasured me that the Gospel of Je-
sus Christ must be Divine Reality The SER
mon on the mount cannot be merely human
production.
This belief enters into the very depths of my
conscience. The whole history of man proves
it. DANIEL WEBSTER.
1t is simple but instructive as his dying tes-
timony. His monument need not be sought
at his grave, but in his works, known and read
of all men.
Can storied urn or animated bust,
Back to its mansion call the tieeting breath?
Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or Flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death 2"
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