Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1881-10-10
REST at last,
Repose complete, eternal,
Love, rest, and home

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his rest Thinking of trials past, and
knowing, as we do, how well he had
wrought for the future, trusting in the
merits OF his dear Lord. he could re-
peat the sweet lines of Bonar:
Beyond the parting and the meeting,
+ shall be soon:
Beyond the farewell and the greeting,
Beyond this pulses fever beating,
| shall be soon.
Love, rest and home,
Sweet hope.
Lord, tarry not, but come.
Beyond the frost-chain and the fever,
/ shall be soon;
Beyond the rock-waste and the river,
Beyond the ever and the never,
shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home.
Sweet hope!
Lord, tarry not, but come
cay, the sweetest words of inspira-
tion-in the volume of the book. it is
written:-Lo! I come quickly. Even
so, come, Lord Jesus
The Record briefly goes on to say, in
its not unimpressive monotone state
ment:
"The resolutions offered by Mr..
Phelps were agreed to unanimously,
and then on motion of Mr.. Phelps (at
o'clock and 40 minutes p. M the
House adjourned"
And thus is chronicled the memory
of scene SO unusual, SO profound, that
the great hall Of legislation, with it's
score of careless, worldly men. seemed
for the time transfgured.
We all seemed to be sitting in heav-
enly places in Christ Jesus" Even
the reporters gallery, a cool phlegmat-
ic region, as you may guess, showed
a suspicious surreptitious display of
pocket handkerchiefs, and tears were
in the eyes of many members on the
floor. l have often heard Gen. Gar
| field eloquent, but l have never, before
or since, heard him approach the touch
! ing pathoS of that hour. The occasion
was ripe tor him when he rose; he
! felt the solemn glow rejecting from all
hearts around him, and his voice, al
ways sympathetic, took Oh an uncon-
scious tone Of eXaltation that seemed
above mortality, as he recited the dead
mans tribute to the dead. The poem
that formed its fitting climax seemed
to glow with beatific flame. l never
can recall it even now without some
faint glow of that days inspiration. |
was in bereavement for my mother at
the time, and it CHANGED also to be the
anniversary of my lamented fathers
death, and the life that now is seemed
SO shadowy and uncertain that it were
an easy thing at any moment to find
myself slipping away from sweet life
and light, within the awful, the con.
secrated veil. Meeting Gen. Garfield
in the rOtunda as | started homeward
and knowing him very well for the
year previously, as l was from his own
section, and writing for paper whose
weekly edition circulated in almost
every family in his district, l had oft
en- counseled with him and / said, as
he reached out his hand to greet me
"If die in Washington, General,
don't want any other funeral but fol
you to read a hymn over me. VIII
you do it," His face was still warm
with the emotion of the hour, and as
for me the tears were shining in my
eyes-so the request seemed hardly
out Of keeping, and he said very cor
daily, "Yes, ii you die first"
Other scenes had so overlaid this il
my mind that do not believe that ]
had thought of it for years till the day
of the shooting; then it all came back
to me as if by Lightning flash. Ant