The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1882-03-02

Following is the closing part of
Blaine's eulogy on Garfield delivered
in the House OF Representatives last
Monday:
Great in life, he was surprisingly
great in death. For no cause, in the
very frenzy of wantonnesS and wick
edness, by the red hand OF murder he
was thrust from the full tide ot this
We rd's interest, from his hopes, its
aspirations, its victories, into the vis-
bic presence of death-and he did not
quail. Not alone for the one short
Inomcnt in which stunned and dazed,
he could give up life, hardly aware of
its REIMBURSEMENT, but through days
of deadly languor, through weeks of
agony, that was not less agony be-
cause silently borne, with 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
baffied, high ambition. what sunder-
ing OF strong, warm, manhOOd's friend
ship! what bitter rendering of sweet
household ties. Bchind him a proud,
eXpectant nation, q great host of sus-
tanning friends,a cherished and happy
mother, wearing the full, rich houors
of her early toll and tears the wife OF
his youth, whose whole life lay i'm his:
the little boys, not yet emerged from
childhood's days of frolic; the fair
young daughter; the sturdy sons, Just
springing into closest companionship,
claiming every day aud every day re-
warding a fathers love and care; and
In his heart the eager, rejoicing power
to meet all demand. Before him desc
latiOn and great darkness! And his
soul was not shaken. His country
men were thrilled with instant, pro-
found, and universal sympathy. Mas
terful in his mortal weakness, he be-
came the centre of a nations love, ell
shrined the prayers of the world. But
all the love and all the sympathy
could not share with him his suffer
ings. He trod the wine-press alone.
With unfaltering front he faced death.
With unfailing tenderness he took
leave of life. Above the denoniac
hiss of the assassin's bullet he heard
the voice of God. With simple resig-
nation he bowed to the Divine decree.
AS the end drew near, his early
craving for the sea returned. The
stately mansion of power has been to
him the wearisome hospital of pain,
and he begged to be taken from its
prison walls, from its oppressive, sti.
fling air, from its homelessness and
its hopelessness. Gently, silently, the
love of great people bore the pale suf-
ferer to the longed-for healing of the
sea, to live or to die, as God should
will, within sight of its heaving bill
lows, within sound of its manifold
voices. With wan, fevered face ten
derly lifted to the cooling breeze, he
looked out wistfully upon the oceans
changing wonders; on its fair sails,
whitening in the morning light; on
Its restless waves, rolling shoreward to
break and die beneath the MONDAY
sun; on the red clouds of evening,
arching low to the horizon; on the
serene and shining pathway of the
stars. Let us think that his dying
eyes read d mystic meaning which
only the rapt and parting soul may
know. Let us believe that in the
silence of the receding world he heard
the great waves breaking on further
Shore and felt already upon his was
ted brow the breath OF the eternal
morning: