Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-11-30
BAKERS GRAFTON.
The Famous Funeral Address on the
Occasion of Broderick's Burial
The Code of Honor ga Shield, gslaz-
0ned with the Name OF Chiv-
airy to Cover the AEa1iS-
nifty OF Murder"

gies ever delivered. The senator was killed
by Judge Terry in duel in California in
1859:
A senator lies dead in our midst. He is
| wrapped in bloody shroud, and we, to
| whom his tolls and cares were given, are
about to bear him to the place appointed for
all the living It is not fit that such man
| should pass to the tomb unheralded; it is not
fit that such life should steal unnoticed to
its close; it is not fit that such death should
| call forth no rebuke, or be followed by no
public lamentation. It is this conviction
| which impels the gathering of this assem-
/, blage. We are here of every station and
| pursuit, OF every creed and character, each
in his capacity Of citizen to swell the mourn
| ful tribute which the majesty of the people
offers to the unreplying dead
He lies to-day surrounded by little of
funeral ponp. No banners droop over the
| bier, no melancholy music floats upon the
I reluctant air. The hopes Of high
! hearted friends droop like fading flowers
| upon his breast and the struggling sigh
compels the tear in eyes that seldom
| weep. Around him are those who had known
! him best and loved him longest; who have
! shared the triumph and endured the defeat
| Near him are the gravest and noblest OF the
| state, possessed by grief at once earnest
| and sincere; while beyond, the masses of the
| people whom he loved, and for whom his
| life was given, gather like a thunder-cloud
| of swelling and indignant grief
! In such presence, fellow-citizens, let Us
| linger for a moment at the portals of the
tomb, whose shadowy arches vibrate to the
public heart, to speak a few brief words Of
the man, of his life and his Death Up to the
| time of his in 1ifa
been passed amid events incident to such a
character, Fearless, self-reliant, open in
| his enmities warm in bis friendships, welded
| to his opinions, and marching directly to his
! purpose through and over all opposition, his
| career was checkered with success and de-
| feat; but even in defeat his energies were
| strengthened and his character developed
HIS BoYHooD.
When he reached these shores his keen OBJ
| servation taught him at once that he trod a
broad field and that higher career was be-
fore him. He had no false pride; sprung
! from people and Of a race whose vocation
was labor, he toiled with his own hands, and
| sprang at a bound from the workshop to
! the legislative hall. From that time there
! congregated around him and against him
| the elements of success and defeat-strong
! friendships, bitter ennities, high praise, ma
ignant calumnies-but he trod with a free
and proud step that onward path which has
led him to glory and the grave.
| Fellow citizensi the man whose body lies
before you was your senator. From the mo-
ment Of his election his character has been
Inaligned, his motives attacked, his courage
! impeached, his patriotism assailed It has
been system tending to one end. What
was his crime! Review his history-consider
his public acts-weigh his private character
and, before the grave iucloses forever,
/ judge between him and his enemies!
As man-to be judged in his private re-
/ lations-who was his superior? It was his
boast, and, amid the general license Of a new
country, it was a proud one, that his most
scrutinizing enemy could fix no single act Of
immortality upon him! Temperate, decorous,
sclf-restrained, he passed through all the ex-
element of California unstained. No man
could charge Linn with broken faith or vio-
lated trust; Of habits simple and inexpensive,
he had no use Of gain. He overreached no
mans weakness IN a bargain, and withheld
from no man his just dues. Never in the
history OF the state has there been a citizen
who has borne public relations more stain
less il all respects than he.
THE CODE 4 DELUsION.
One year ago to-day performed a duty,
such as perform to-day over the remains Of
Senator Ferguson, who died as Broiericll
died, tangled in the meshes of the code OF
honor. To-day there is q more eminent
sacrifice. To-day I renew my protest; to-day
| utter yours. The code of honor is a de
fusion and a snare; it palters with the hope
Of q true courage and binds it at the feet of
crafty aad cruel skill. Il surrounds its
victim With the poap and grace Of the pro
cession, but ieaves him bleeding on the altar.
1t is a shield, blazoaed with the name Of
, chivalry 80 cover the inalignity OF murder
It substitutes cold and deliberate prepare
ton for courteous and manly impulse. end
arms the one 70 disarIn the the other, it may
prevent fraud between practioed dlelists who
should be forever without. its pale, but it
makes the mere trick Of the weapon sltpe-
lio< to the noblest cause and trtest courage.
It's preteace Of equality is q LETT is equal in
all the form, It IS unjust in all the substance
the habitude of arms, tho early training, the
frontier life the border war. the sectional
custom, the life Of leisure, all these are advan-
! tageS which 10 negotiation can neutralize,
and which no course can. overcome
And now. rs the shadow turns toward the
I east and we prepare to bear these POOR re-
I mains to their last resting place, let Us not
seek 10 repreSs the generous pride which
prompts q recital OF noble deeds and manly
virtues. He rose unaided and alone; he be-
gan, without family or fortune, in the face
of difficulties; he inherited poverty and OBJ
+ SECURITY; he died I senator in congress, having
written Lis name in the history of The great
! struggle for the rights Of the people against
the despotism of organization and the cor
ruption OF power.
HE TRIED To STAND FIRM.
He leaves in the hearts of his friends the
tenderest and proudest recoIections. He was
( honest, faithful, earnest sincere. generous
and brave; he felt in all the great crisis of
his life that he was a leader in the ranks:
that it was his high duty TO uphold the in
terests of the masses; That ne could no falter.
When he returned from the fatal field. while
the dark wing of the archangel of death was
casing its shadow upon his brow. his greatest
an:-iety was rs to the performance Of his
duty. Ee felt that all his strength and ali
his life belonged 10 the cause TO whieh he had
devoted them.
Baker" said he-and to me they were his
last words Baker. when I was struck /
tried TO stand firm, but the blow blinded ne,
and could not" ! trust that it IS no shame
20 my manhood that tears blinded
ne as he said It. CT his last hour
have no heart to speak. He
was the last OF his race. There was no
kindred hard TO smooth his couch or wipe the