St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-03-08
and had it been his opportunity to have per-

and had it been his opportunity to have per-
formed the act of Mr.. Ryan he would not
have deported himself as fulsome humbug.
Mr.. Ryan's performance was ridiculous and
his language untruthful, and
If the gentleman was clothed in his right
mind at the time, he knew it. The absurdity
of Ryan's gross statements lie in the fact
that outside of few handfulls of people in
Kansas, not hundred men in the country
knew or cared anything about Mr.. Haskell,
If indeed 80 many ever heard of him. "Rey-
erent millionsl'' What nonsense.
Perhaps the largest amusement Of the ocea-
sion was the address of Hon. James B. Bel
ford, of Colorado. Think of Mr.. Belford,
fresh from the funeral excursion to Kansas,
with bottle of appollonaris water in one
hand, bunch Of cigars in the other, and a
few yards of Grape upon his arm, standing
up in his slim-toed patent-leathers, and
Keeling off the string of stmilitudes quoted
below:
dying is but disappearing mist from the
crest of the mountain. How many ships with full
sails go out into the bosom of the ocean only to
return battered and worn How many hearts
ward beat irregular ticks, like clock out Of
time"
''He was plucked from us in the very spring
time of his days, with the pulses of thought
strong vigorous, and clear. How enchantingly
the rainbow of future promise must have ap-
peared to him, and with what endearment he
must have embraced the prophecies of the future.
1t is inexpressibly sad to witness the scissors Of
Of death seyering the threads that bind the human
soul to this earth. What hopes are crushed,
what anticipations are frosted! The ocean that
separates this world from the next no human eye
can penetrate.
ssOh, what is death but rebirth into that
larger life where we go on forever! Who can
measure the compass of our existence? We come
here without our CONSENT, and depart Wi0tom
being consulted"
Such an anti-climax could only "evolute"
from mind chastened by a congressional
junket.
The poetic soul of Hon. Thomas W.
Browne, of Indiana, was fired to wing its
loftiest flights, and soaring after the infinite,
as if rayished with joy he recounted the
memorable journey to Haskcll's grave.
1.-THE wrecked bark rises at anchor without
disturbing wave. On his grave the morning sun
will rise and the evening twilight fade. As the
years 90 by the stars will shine upon 1t, and the
gloom of the nights that are starless robe II IN
blackness The winter winds will shrek above
it, and in the springtime the melody of the bird
song and the perfume of the flowers will environ
it. There, in the solemn calm Of the grave, we
left him to await the call of the angels
1t was reserved to the Honorable William
A. Russell, from the classic shades of Mass
achusetts, to point out the important fact
that sin the midst of life we are in DEATH"
and that the path of glory leads but to the
grave. In perspiring voice he said:
Mr.. Speaker, since we were selected from the
people for this Congress, seven Of our number
have been called to that undiscovered country
whence no traveller returns. Certainly we are
not without admonition or warning of the uncer-
tainty of human life, and that the grim messen-
ger, Death, is no reSpecter Of persons"
The Honorable James n. Burnes, of Mis-
souri,, as became the Christian statesman,
closed the exercises, leaving Mr.. Haskell
ALREADY seated in higher congress than this,
over which Jesus, our Saviour, in love and mercy
unerringly presides.''
The exceeding propriety of Judge Poland's
amendment to the rules of the House is clear,
and the subject may be left with the reader
without additional comment.