Jamestown alert. [volume] (Jamestown, Stutsman County, D.T. [N.D.]) 1878-1882, 1881-09-30
AMESTOWN STITSMAN COUNTY, D. FRIDAY SEPT 3d. 1881

and wish amid the crowding cares of state
to cool the fcvered brow and cheer the
fainting heart of an afflicted wife while
others slept; that moral sublimity that
shone resplendent like some heavenly
TRANSFORMATION before the gathering mob
when the martyred Lincoln fell-that lift
ed the debates of congress in 1876 above
the realms of party policies into the higher
range of those eternal principles on which
all true greatness rests-that spoke in his
inaugural and cleaned and flashed like
the coming Of the sun in the unfolding of
his administration-and that reigned SUI
preme in the closing scenes of his life
where no rcproach fell on his assassin and
no fear of death daunted his upright soul
where holy patience breathcd its gentle
sigh into the ear of God-where calm res
ignation drank the bitter cup Of awful sac
ritice in manhood's sturdy prime and
deathless loves embrace and glOry's
crowning day and where in holy triumph
the record of a stainless life was closed
all these had their root and well spring in
Gcd and truth.
...Divinely gifted man.
Whose life in low estute began,
And on simple village green,
Who breaks his births invidious bars,
And grasps the skirts Of happy chance,
And breasts the blows OF circumstance,
And grappes with his evil stars;
Who makes by force his merit known,
And lives to clutch the golden keys
To mould mighty states decrees.
And shape the whisper of the throne;
And moving up from high to higher,
| Becomes on fortunes browning slope
The pillar ola peoples hope,
The centre OF world rs desire.
| And he is gone,-the brave soldier, the
brilliant statesman, the true patriot, the
| faithful christian.
lIush the Dead March walls in the peoples cars;
| The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and
tears;
| Ashes to ashes; dust to dust
He is gone who seemed so great,
Gone, but nothing can bcreave him
or the force he made his own
Being here, and we believe him
| Something far advanced in state,
| And that he wears a fruer crown
| Than any wreath that man can weave.
But speak no more Of his renown,
Lay your earthly fancies down,
| And IN the vast cathedral leave him,
God accept him, Christ receive him.
Upon other shoulders rest the burdens
of state On another heart lie tor
turing cares; but we cannot turn from Mr..
Garfield. We cannot give him up. A sad
| and mournful nation would have him live
in his successor. Then shall the mildew
of oblivion gather over the frailtics of the
past and we will remember them no more
forever. Then will we wrap Chester A.
Arthur in the folds of an unchanging love
and chldren's s children shall rise up and
call him blessed.
By the side Of our dead president walked,
and over his couch Of suffering bent in a
holy ministry of love, woman worthy to
be his wife, heroic, patient and brave. A
nation that would strew flowers on his
grave would call down blessings on her
head. So long as humankind shall prize
the virtues of a noble womanhood SO long
will her name be dear and her memory
precious to the world. AS she retires be-
hind the glittering scenes of public life
where she has acted with such guccnly
grace her lofty part, the coincidence and
prayers of great and sympathizing peo-
pie follow her to her quiet home near by
the lake. They thank her for her patience
and her couragc-for her devotion and her
faith-for her nobleness of character-for
her mental and moral worth-for her ster-
ling virtues. They thank her for the shin
ing example she has set in the high hcav-
ems for mothers, wives and daughters to
emulate; and they will not cease to pray
that the sorrowing woman with her house
hold sanctified by grief may be sustained
by Heavenly Fathers hand and that His
blessings may enrich her heart and life.