Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1884-08-11
AN ELOQUENT PASSAGE.

The following are the closing par
agraphs of Mr.. Blaine's memorial adj
dress on the death of Gen. Garfield: |
s'Great in life, he was surprising |
ly great in death. For no cause, by |
the red hand of murder, he was thrust |
from the full tide of the worlds in
terest, from its hopes, its aspirations,
its victories, into the visible pres
ence 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 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 ambitions,
what sundering of strong, warm man.
hoods friendships, what bitter rend-
ing of sweet house hold ties. Behind
him proud, expectant nation, a
great host of sustaining friends, a
cherished and happy mother, wearing
the full, rich honors of her early toll
and tears; the wife of his youth.
whose whole life lay in his; the lit
tie boys not yet emerged from child
hoods day of frolic; the fair, young
daughter the sturdy sons just spring
ing into closest companionship, claim
ing every day, and every day reward
ing fathers love and care; and in
his heart the eager, rejoicing power
to meet all demand. Before him
desolation and great darkness An6
his soul was not shaken. His coun
trymen were thrilled with instant
profound and universal sympathy
: Masterful in his mortal weakness, h.
became the centre of nations love
1 enshrined in the prayers of a world
+, But all the love and all the sympath.
: could not share with him his suffer
ing. He trod the wine press alone
). With unfailing tenderness he too
,s leave of life. Above the demonia
q hiss of the assassin's bullet he. hear
e the voice of God. With simple res
e ignation he bowed to the divine de
+ cree.
: As the end drew near his earl
f craving for tie sea returned. Th
: stately mansion of power had bee
. to him the wearisome hospital of pair
r. and he begged to be taken from ii
e prison walls, from its oppressive
), sitting air, from its homelessnes
!. and hopelessness. Gently, silently
le the love of great people bore tt
,e pale sufferer to the longed-for hea
IF ing of the sea to live or die as &c
N should will, within sight of its hea'
f. ing pillows, within sound of its mai
:. fold voices. With wan, fevered ia,
10 tenderly lifted to the cooling bree:
f. | he looked out wistfully upon tt
b. oceans changing wonders; on its f
re sails, whitening in the morning ligh
es on its restless waves, rolling shor
n. ward to break and die beneath t
w. MONDAY sun on the red clouds
no evening, arching low to the horizo
O. on the serene and shining pathway
the stars. Let US think that his d
ing eyes read mystic meaning viii
be only the rapt and parting soul m
lst know. Let us believe that in the
oil lence of the receding world he hea
tue great waves breaking on fl
=" ther shore, and felt already upon
he wasted brow the breath of the ct
IN. nal morning.
'no big Thieves-2.-Dyspepsia and debility
he two big thieves; they creep in and steal our he
L., and comfort before know it. Let put