Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1879-07-19
DANIEL WEBSTER.

One day in 1874 heard Mr. Webster speak
ing from stand on the Canton Race Course
at Baltimore. He had Just returned from the
English Mission, where ne had been courted
and feted by the foremost men of the King
dom. He was then in the very prime of life
his voice was clear and ringing, and his mas
sive sentences, clothed in pure saxon phrase
fell on the ear in an unbroken torrent of I'M
studied eloquenee. Dan, at that time, pos
sessed "a combination, and a form, indeed,
where every god did seem to set his seal, to
give the world assurance of man. How
changed from all this when ] saw him last
Ten years later I was returning from visit
to Baltimore, and when | entered the cars at
Camden Street Station there was but one va
cant seat, that in front, facing the passen-
gers, and siezed it of course. Directly fac
ing me sat aman, wearing dark colored straw
hat with broad brim, and dusty black al
paca sack coat, with his arm in a sling-a
broad black ribbon. His head was bent for
ward, his chin resting on his breast. Some
car attracted his attention, and when he
raised his head and looked around, with his
dark expressive eyes shaded by heavy black
eyebrows, | at once recognized the "godlike
Dam" but what wreck The massive fore
head and fine eye were still there, but his
dark skin was shrivelled, his cheeks hollow,
and his hand nervous and feeble; he Was 60
ing home to die; for he never returned from
Marshfeld, and Washington which had been
for SO many years, the scene OF his great tri-
umphs, the arena where he had contended in
many hard fought battle, and where he had
drained to the dregs the cup of social njoy-
ment, was to hear no more his burning words,
nor enjoy his great conversational powers.
Daniel Webster was on his way from the
baunts of brilliant men and lovely women,
among whom he was all his life favorite,
and passing into the unknown. Twas accom-
panied by a little son, with whom the great
statesman Immediately made friends, and
whom he mounted at once on his knee, and
to whom he sung several verses of the old
song of the Indian hunter" 1t is pleasant
to recall the. clear deep voice of the great man,
whose eloquence had SO often held vast as
>emblies entranced, and elected the applause
Of the foremost men of both hemspheres,
singing to little child in simple pathos, the
quaint old song. | enjoyed long converse
ton with him, in which he was eloquent on
the pleasure he anticipated in trout fishing IN
his own streams at Marsh6eld He had but a
few days before been thrown from a buggy
near Mount Vernon, and his arm was
badly injured. His colored servant, who stood
on the platform outside, produced regularly
every half hour, his brandy flask and IN explain
alton he said to me You may think it
strange, sir that have to use a stlmulant SO
often, but the truth is, have been all my life
condemned to late hours and large quantities
Of wine, and now my system is so completely
wrecked that unless l use a stiumulaDt reg
alarly | become mere DISH CLoUr. The
phrase made an impression that is not easily |
forgotten shook hands with the good man
At the station at Philadelphia, and never saw
him again. What boon to the country it |
would be if he could stand in his place in the
Senate to-day, and wither with glance and
word the political cobblers who are sore and
curse in the land BLCCHER.