The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1882-03-02

lengthening list OF 1rlenuS were 10 ne louHu
the names of pious Catholic priest ana OF
an honest-minded and generous-hearted
free-thinker. On the morning of Saturday.
July 2, the president was contented and
happv man; not in the ordinary degree, but
ioyfully, almost boyishly happy. On his
way to the railroad station to which he
drove slowly in conscious enjoyment of the
beautiful morning, with an unwonted
of pleasure, his talk was all in the grateful
and gratulatory vein. He felt that, after
four months oftrial, his administration was
strong in its grasp of affairs, strong in popu-
lar favor and deserved to grow stronger;
that the grave difficulties confronting him
at his inauguration had been safely passed;
that the trouble lay behind him and not
before him; that he was soon to meet
THE WIFE WHOM HE LOVED,
now recoyering. from an i'll
oueted and ain - that he
was going to hi! Rew the
most cherished gouhS
manhood, and ~ with
those whose deepenfS D>ioI-
lowed every step of his
from the day he entered
iege until he had attained neS
elevation in the gift Of
countrymen. Much of happiness can eve
come from the honors or triumphs of this
A. Garfield may have well been happy
man. No foreboding of evil haunted him.
Not the slightest premonition of danger
clouded his sky. His terrible fate was upon
him in an instant. One moment he stood
erect, strong, confident in the years stretch
ing peacefully out before him. The next
he lay wounded, bleeding, helpless-doomed
to many weeks of torture, to silence and the
grave. Great in life, he was unsurpasSingly
great in death. For no cause, in the very
frenzy of wantonness and wickedness, by
this, the red hand Of murder,
he was thrust from, the iuil
tide of the worlds interest
from its hopes, its aspirations, its victories,
into the visible. presence of death, and he
did not quail. Not alone for the one short
moment in which stunned and dazed, he
could give up life, hardly aware of its. re-
linguishment, but through days Of deadly
languor, through weeks of agony that was
not less agony because silently borne, Win
clear sight and calm courage he
LOOKED INTO HIS OPEN GRAVE.
What blight and ruin met his anguished
eyes; whose lips may tell what
brilliant, broken plans, what baiiled,
high ambitions; what Sundering
of strong, warm manhood friend ilint
household ties. Behind Kim proud, eX-
pectant nation, a great host OF sustain
ing friends, cherished and happy mother
wearing the full rich honors OF her early
| tolls and tears; the wife of his youth, whose
/ whole life lay in his the little boys, not
vet merged from childhood day Oifr0lic; the
| fair young daughter, the sturdy sons, Just
springing into closest compromising,
claiming every day and every day reward
| ing a fathers love and care, ana m ms nearJ
! the eager, rejoicing power to meet All de-
/ mands. Before him deSolatlon ana great
darkness, and his soul was not shaken, ana
/ Il all. 4 fHFHH -
profound and universal sympathy. Mas
| terful in his mortal weakness, he became
! the center of nations love, cnshTlned IN
! the PRAYERS of a world. But all the
| love and AN the sympathy could not share
with him his sufItrir-. lie troi the wine
press alone. With uni1lterng front ne
! laced death. With uulailiu- tenderness ne
took leave Of lite. Above TIE demonlac
hiss Of the assassin's bullet he beard the
/ voice of God With simple resignation ne
BOWED TO THE DIVINE pECEEE.
As the end drew near his early craving or
the sea returned. The stately mansion o.
| mower had been to him the WeJrisOme hos-,
nitaI of main. and he begged 90 be taken
| from its prison walls from its oppressive,
sitting air. From It's hOmelessness and its
hopelessness. gently, silently, the love OF
Vreat people bore the pale sufferer
10 the iouged-f'r healing Of the
sea 10 live or to die as God
sbould will. within sight Of its heaving bill
lows. within the sound OF its mournful
voice With wan, fevered lace, tenderly
lifted TO the cooling breeze. he looked out
UistfalIv upon the OCean's changing Won
derz-0f its far sails whitening in the morn
ing light. on its restless waves rolling shore
ward % break and die beneath the MONDAY
sun. on the red clouds Of evening arching
low 10 the horizon. On the serene and shin
inc halfway OF the stars. Let ms think that
bis diving eyes read a mystic meaning
. which 0uly the rapt and parting soul may
a know. Let us believe that in the silence Of
the receding world be heard the great waye'
. breaking on a further shore, and len al
. ready upon his wasted brow the breath o
d tire eternal morning.