Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1881-09-29

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EMERY a. STORRS ON GARFIELD.
Our columns for days past have
been filled with sad news, and with
eulogies and resolutions Mandatory OF
the character of our late and deeply
lamented President. But we doubt
if anything more touching or more
eloquent has been said, than was
said by Hon. Emery A Storrs, in q
meeting held in one of the Chicago
churches last Sabbath evening. We
have read his address with SO much
pleasure that we feel sure that our
readers will read at least a portion
of it with the same pleasure. The
concluding portion is as follows:
And thus, my friends, it comes to
pass again that the sorrow over the
death of our good President comes
from no section of the country. The
grief is the same everywhere; the
skies are as black South as they are
North; homes are stricken here as
they are here; for they of the South
know that that noble heart never
throbbed that it did not pulse with
love for the whole Union. They
knew that while he wanted no solid
South, he wanted no solid North.
He wanted a great, splendid, God
fearing, prosperous and happy ma
ton. They knew that he would
make them prosperous if they would
but let him. Hardly week ha /
flown by when every man in the
South, no matter how deeply in his
heart ranked the bitterness Of the
old time, knew that if he had no
friend elsewhere be had in the Pres
ident of the United States a friend
upon whose wise counsels ne could
always rely. There was no labor
ing man in all this great
land who toiled and sweated
for daily subsistence that did not
know the President was his friend
There was no scholar struggling to
higher life and clearer light, that
did not know that Garfield was his
friend, and sympathized with him.
There was no statesman, looking for
a broader and holier craftsmanship,
that did not know that he had 8
friend in the President of the United
States. There was no oppressed and
stricken man anywhere, whose rights
the law failed to vindicate, that did
not know that he could appeal to the
great head OF the great nation, and
that his prayer would be heard
There was not in all the South 5
cabin SO low or a swamp so desolate,
where the DISTINGUISHED citizen might
| be driven to escape from unrelenting
foes, but that he knew that no matter
| how low his whisper, or how veal
his cry, the quick ear of the Pres
ident OF the United States would bt
sure to catch them both. Thus the
whole land loved him. Leaving the
mighty cares which he had assumed
leaving the burden of this stupen-
dous responsibility, with his past
,areer illumined all the way will
light, this good husband, this kline
father, this brave soldier, this pa
triotic citizen, this profound scolar,
this great statesman, this modest
man, this true and faithful friend
turned his back upon his of1icia
place and power, and sought the
college of his old days. There is mix
ed with this dreadful bereavement
something in the nature of a ca
lamity, feeling Of utter shame ant
humiliation, that among all these
| 50,000,000 of people one miscrean
heart could be found that would con
ceive, and one villain hand could bt
found that would execute his death
Wounded unto death, they carried
him back and since these days there
is not a home in all this land tina
has not had the spirit and presence
of the poor, suffering and wounded
President within it. How we hav,
watched through the days an(
through the nights, and how the frs
thought as dawn has broken upon u
was, How has the President passet
the night ?" aud the last prayer tina
we have uttered as we have SUM
upon our couch was that the goot
President, the head of our great ma
ton, might rest sweetly and safel,
through the night! There is moth
ing, my friends, in all the history 0
this world half SO fearful or half S,
sad. The world has never befof
witnessed anything like it; and if tn
spirit of these fifty millions o
people could have taken bodily form
and shape there, they would hav
been seen, with the angel
from heaven, lowering over tn
bed Of pain of our dear Pres
ident, from which, during all thes
, hours Of sore anguish and sorrow
there never came one complaint
How dear he is to us for the tende
words that upon that dying bed h