Weekly Arizona citizen., 1880-11-13
PASSING AWAY.
Mark (Antony) TwaIn's Solemn and Impressive oration Over the Body of the Great Democratic seizer Dead and Turned to Clay.

HARTFORD, Conn, Nov. 3.-Durlng the Republican jOllincstion meeting
 last evening in the Opera House
 which was nlled 10 over1owing, Marx
 Twain was called upon Tor speech,
 and delivered what he termed tun-
 eIal or.tion over the Democratic party
 Coming as it did immediately after an address by two clergymen, and begin
 ming in a rather lugu6rlous way, the assemblage dId not at first know how 10 receive 1t. As the speaker went on,
 however, the queer political hit began to be appreciaIed. Almost every sen tence Was greeted with rOars of laugh ter. Following Is Ihe address:
 There are occasions which are so solemn, so weighted with the deep concerns of life, that then even the licensed tester must lay aside his cap and bells and remember that be Is
 man and mortal that even hIs light,
 butterfly career of folly has us serious seasons. and he cannot flee them or ignore them. Such a times my friends, Is this. for We are in the near pres ence of one who is a passenger from this life, one whom We have known long and well, but shall know no
 more. About the couch of him who lies stricken are gathered those who hold him dear, and who await the on- coming Of great sorrow. His breath ing is faint, and grows fainter; his voice is becoming a whisper; his pulses scarcely record Ihe languishing cub and flow of the wasted current of his life; his lips are pallId, and froth of dissolution gathers upon them; his face is drawn; his cheeks are sunkzn; the roses are gone from them and ashes are in their place; his form Is still; his feet are ice; his eyes are vacant; beaded sweat ls on his brow; he picks at ths cOverlet with unconscious fingers; he bab- bles O green felds;" deaths rat tle is ln his throat; his time is at hand. Every breeze that comes to us ont of the distances. near and far, and from every segment of the wide hor- izon, IS heavy with a voice mourning for sorrow accomplished, and the brr- den of the mourning is, The aged and stricken Democratic party Is dy- ing;" and the burden of the lament will be. "The mighty is fallen; the Democratic parry Is dead" And who and what IS he that is dying and will presently be dead? A foOt-sore polit- ical wauderer, hoary political tramp, an itinerant poor actor familiar with many disguises, a butcher of many parts. In the North he played Protection and Hard Money" In the West he played Protection" c" Free Trade" |" Hard Money ard Soft Money" changing disguises and parts accord ing 10 the eXigencies of the occasion. l Iu tue South he played ' Tariff for l Re enue;" in the North and the West | he played the Apostle of Freedom, l ana mOuthed the sacr d shibboleths | of liberty with cruel and bloody lips. | His latest ana final appea ance upoR the nstioD's stage was iu the new piece entitled " Forgery "-s farce in which be was assisted by tue whole strength of the company. IL was 6 poor piece; It was inditfersntly played; so 1t failed, and he was hIssed and abused by the audience. But he lies low now, and blame aud praise gre to him alike. The charitable will spare the one, the judicious will reserve the other. O, friends tEis Is not a tune for tests and levity, but time for benued forms and uncovered heads, tor we stand in the near pres ence of majestic death; a momenIous and memorable death 6 grisly and awful death. For l. is death from which there is no resurrection. Heaven bless us, one and all! Heaven temper the blow to the afflicted family. Heaven grant them 6 change Of heart and better life.