Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1881-09-28
a, the Nations great and honored Cap

Yet while we mourn, il is equally on
duty to endeavor to console, and while
The year has gone to blend with the tide O
great Eternity,
And borne upon it's bosom are q thousan'
wrecks OF beauty and of hope;
yet, why mourn that such is destiny
The same blu arch which hung Ger us
shall hang DER us still;
TO watch
.shall blossom still at twilight's gentle hour
Like lilies on the tomb of day.
And Hope, and Love, and great Ambition,
shall rise as they have risen,
"And their deeds shall be brighter than thos,
craven on the scroll of parted centuries
The speaker then read the resolution
which had been prepared for the commit
toe by Hon. Geo. W. Baker, as follows:
PREAMBLE AND
WHEREAS, James A. Garfield, late Presi
dent OF the United States, has been stricken
down by the hand Of an assassin, in thu
prime OF mature manhood, and in Thu
morning of his suspicious administration
as the Chief Magistrate Of the American
people, and
WHEREAS, The people Of Eureka County
are anxious to join their expressions Of
coincidence and sympathy with those Of the
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Fiction; therefore, be it
Reso!ued, That in the death of James
A. Garfield the Nation has lost an able,
efficient and distinguished executive, the
wife a devoted and i%ndulgent husband and
father, and his mother a kind, obedient
and dutiful son.
ResOlUed, That we tender to the grief.
stricken family our deepest sympathy in
thto toYrr ~ trto1 al a1-~1r 49,. xuhsI<
realizing the impotency OF mere words oil
sympathy to cheer the saddened hearts OF
those bereft Of a husband and father, it is
still the only offering which a devoted peo-
pie can bestow.
Resolced, That we denounce his assassin
as o criminal, the enormity Of whose Of
tense has no parallel in the history Of the
Republic; and, while counseling legal
methods in administering punishment to
the wretch who found it in his heart TO
commit the deed, we nevertheless indulge
the hope that his punishment may be
speedy, and the severest known to our
forms Of law.
Resolued, That out of respect to our
honored dead, we recommend an entire ces-
sation from business on the part Of our
citizens, upon this day, when the last sad
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OF our lamented President.
THE POEM.
Charles e. Allen, the actor, and reader
Of the poem, was next introduced, and rem
dered with splendid effect the lines adapt
ed by a SENTINEL reporter from Sarah e.
Carmichael's beautiful composition on the
funeral Of Abraham Lincoln. Following
is the poem:
Toll TOLL
Toll TOLL
All the rivers seward wend.
Toll TOLL
Toll Toll
Weep for the Nations friend.
Every home and hall is s~hrouded,
Every thoroaghfare is still
Every brow is dsrkly clouded,
Every heart is faint and chill.
Oh the inky drop OF poison
In our bitter draught Of grief
Oh the sorrow of q nation
Mourning for its murdered chief.
TOLL Toll
Toll Toll
Bound is the resper's sh eaf-
Toll TOLL
TOLL Toll
All mortal life is brief.
Toll Toll
TOLL Toll
Weep for the Nations Chief
Bands of mourning drape the homestead,
And the sacred house of prayer
Mourning folds lay black and heavy
On true bosoms everywhere
Yet there are no tear-drops streaming
From the deep and solemn eye
OF the hour that muteiy watches
Till The funeral train goes by.
Oh there is 3 woe that brushes
All expression with Its weight
There is q pain that numbs and bushes
Feelings sense. 1t is so great.
Strongest arms are closed and folded,
Most impassioned lips find rest.
Scarcely. seems s:heaving motion
In the Nations wounded breast
Tears are frozen in their sources.
Bushes burn themselves away
Language bleeds through broken heart
Lips nave nothing left to say. threads.
Yet there is a marble sorrow
In each still face. chiseled deep
Something more than words can utter,
Something more than tears can weep.
sel6shly the Nation mourns him,
Mourns It's chieftain and Its friend -
Eye no surfing mist could darken.
Arm no foeman's power could bend
Heart that tied its iron Abers
Round the Unions starry band
Martyrs heart. that upward beating.
Broke on hates assassin hand!
oh the land he loved will miss him,
Miss him In it's hour OF need
Mourns the Nation for the Nation
Till Its tear drops inward bleed.
There is one whose life will mourn him
With a deep. unselhsh woe;
One who loved him for his virtues
Ere the Nation found him so.
That the land he loved will miss him.
Does she either think or caref
no the chieftain's heart is s~hrouded.
And her woman's world was there
No the Nation was her rival
Let its glory shine or dim,
He hath persisted on its altar
What were many such to him
Toll TOLL
Toll Toll
Never again--no more
Comes back to earth the life that goes
Hence to the Eden shore
Let him rest LIT IL not often
That his soul hath known repose
Let him rest they rest but seldom
Whose successes challenge foes.
He was weAry-worn with watching
His iifs-crown of power hath pressed
OH on temples sadly aching
He was weary. let him rest.
Toll. bells at the Capital
Bells OF the land. toll
Sob out your grief with brazen lungs,
TOLL Toll Toll
SPEECH OF HoN. THOMAS WREN.