Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1871-03-11
EulOsy on Senator Clark, by

Mr.. PRESIDENT Il would bo do
ing injustice to my feelings, were |
to remain silent during the soIem.
mites of the hour and not to com.
mingle my voice in sympathy and
coincidence with the friends Of the
lamcntcd Amos Clark. do not
propose, cithcr will / attempt to
give Il biographical sketch Of the
noble dead, whose body now lies be-
forc us, because could not do so il
desired, for | am ignorant of his
early history and career. and know
him only as a Texan, Of ovcra quar-
ter Of Il century's residence.
Amos Clark, the husband, faith
cr, friend and statesman, is no
more! Venerable, noble old patri-
arch, you were the connecting link
between this and II fUrmer genera
tion you sleep to-day your last
sleep, and have fought, and fought
well, your last battle; and your
voice is hushed in death forever.
Mr.. Presidcnt-Amos Clark died
as you and l, and every Senator
here would love to die; he died at
his post with his harness on-diod
in the discharge Of his legislative
duties; and though over seventy
seven years old, died in the full ros-
session ofall his intellectual tacul-
ties. But, unfortunate for him and
his people, he died at the very time
which his country required his ser
vices most-dicd before he had full
ly realized the fact, that his adopt.
ed State was restored in the atfec-
tions of his psople. Yes sir, his
life went out just at the beginning
of new era. when day light was
cleaning, and the dawn ola better
and happier day for his beloved
State was in the distant view.
Look, Mr.. President, at his va
cant seat, clad in the habiliments,
the drapery Of mourning, and per-
nit for once the tears Of sorrow to
flow, for
"Tirtus ct spss rirtuts ceci5ere
Sine lschrymas dolo rishuere."
No more will we see his venera-
BILE form and noble, manly face his
voice once musical with eloquence,
wit, humor and wisdom, is hushed
in deuth, and no more to have ut
terance within these walls. And /
hope, and pray and believe, that
his discmbodicd spirit, is to day
emparadised in the glory world,
where political strife does not exist,
and the chickering's Of n life Of tur-
moil, troubles and vicissitudes, are
terminated, in one grand elysoum
of rest and peace. WHAT words of
coincidence and comfort shall we
send to his aged and loved wife,
who to. day sits at her home in
Nacogdoches, anxiously awaiting
intelligence from her beloved, tho
now lost husband yea, the friend,
companion and husband of her
youth, in middle age, and all along
the decline of life; she, too, noble
matron, is venerable in years, and
must soon follow her husband thro'
the portals of death, and to have a
happy reunion in the split lnnd.
1t was my good fortune, during
the last session of the Legislature,
to room for a time with Senator
Clark, and we talked freely, not
only upon political questions, but
upon domestic relations, and | snail
never forget one expression that
fell from his lips. 1t was that he
had lived over fifty-six years with
the wife of his choice, the cOmpan-
ion OF his joys and sorrows, and that
during this long time, there never
had occurred a word or syllable to
mar their happiness or estrange
them from each other, but their
lives had been one placid, unruffied
scene Of happiness, JOY and con
tentment.
Senators. during the short spnce
Of twelve months, this is the second
member Of orr body, for whose
memory we have been called upon
10 pay a tribute Of respects and If
tbs solemn warning dOes ncihing