The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1881-09-23
Mns. GAarIkLD.

8n AELD
The kilograms from Washington state
that Mrs Garfield visited the white
house on Thursday to see to the re-
moval OF the personal effects Of her
family. Her face became suffused as
she glanced upon the familiar scenes
that reminded her of q brief and most
s0rrowful life at the mansion of the
president OF the United States.
The heart is touched with the ten
derest pity In contemplating the sorrows
of Mrs. Garfield. 1t Is but a little over
seven months ago that she entered the
white house as the first lady Of the
land. There was no more lofty posi-
ton on this continent, yea, in the
world, to which she could aspire. 1t
seemed AS IL the sum total of all earthly
bliss had been added to her life, when
she became mistress of the white
house. But the very joy. Of which she
quaffed deep, contained the hidden
poison that killed her husband, and
robbed her Of life's pleasures. Presi-
dent Garfield was shot because he was
the president. The very position IT
ried with 1t q death warrant, SO to
speak. Had he not been elected as
president Of the United States, he
would have been a United States sena-
tor from Ohio. and be living to-day.
The bastard shot President Garfield.
He would never have a~ssassinated Sena-
tor Garfield.
death loves a shining mark" and
fate seems to have raised up this most
exemplary man. this perfect embodi-
ment Of American manhood, to the
very highest niche in the hearts Of bis
countrymen, and among the rulers of
the earth, to die in the midst of bis
good name and fame, loved and lament
ed by the whole world. What great
fortune, what weird fate, surrounded
be who began life as a simple driver on
q canal, and died as the president Of
the United States
In q little while the remains of the
lamented president will be borne ten
derby and swiftly toward the old Ohio
home, SC crowded with sweet memories.
The poor widow will stand beside the
tomb that shall contain her pride of
earth, her love Of life; and with the
falling Of the clods on the sacred re-
mains, will be buried her life's hope
and pleasure. She will return with her
orphaned children to Mentor. Mem
tor!-but not the Mentor of the past
where naught but love and life, and
r~ealizations of lofty and noble aspira-
tions were known. SAD Mentor, that
erstwhile looked upon the going forth
of q noble and beloved son with pride
and glory. and welcomed his return
with renewed confidence and zeal, greets
not her favored one who went forth as
president of the United States. The
old homestead and farm are the same
as of yore. But the bright light of
happiness is gone out. The heart
broken widow In her weeds, and the
poor, palsied, doting mother will sit
and sit and SIT, and wait and wait and
wait, but the loving husband and af-
f~ectionate sou will never return to
them. The life has gone out of the
home at Mentor. 1t is u house of
mourning; and the solemn sadness of
death shall not rise from Its broodlnP
until time in its scyclss shall consign the
weeping widow and inconsolable mother
to the dust Of earth, when the souls SO
sadly separated OIL earth, shall join in
eternity, where death shall never, never
part them again.