The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1888-04-05

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Special Correspondence Of tic Seated
WAsHINGToN, D. c., March 50.
The funeral of Chief Justice Waite
in the Hall of the House OF Represen-
tatives on Monday of last week was
one of the most imposing I ever wit
messed. The service of the Episcopal
Church, of which Justice Waite was a
member, was read by Bishop Parat,
who entered the Hall accompanied by
six white robed priests. Behind the
Speakers desk sat Mr. Carlisle and
Senator ingalls,. On the left Of these
were the members of the Senate and
House. On the right, the members Of
the Diplomatic Corps, and other Off
cial bodies. Immediately il front f
the Speakers desk is raised dais, on
which the officiating clergymen stood.
In front of them was the casket. The
front seats were occupied by the Pres.
ident and Cabinet, the Associate JUS
tices of the Supreme Court, the pail
bearers and members of the family of
the deceased. I noticed among the
distinguished throng the strong and
handsome head of ex-Solicitor General
Philips, formerly of Chapel Hill, who
was Solicitor General for years, and
an intimate friend of the late Chief
Justice Waite. This gentleman, as
you know. is the son of the late DR..
Philips, of Chapel Hill, and is most
creditable representative of one of the
most scholarly families our State can
claim. General Philips is yet in his
prime, and any stranger would have
noticed him as gifted man, even in
the group OF distinguished men Of
which he formed party that day.
Near him, / noticed another head,
which, from an artistic standpoint, is
one of the finest I have ever seen.
This belonged to Hon. Samuel j Ran
dali. To me, this mans face is
study. If [ was a painter, 1 would
put his features on canvass dntjl mad
it as it is. He is very handsome, but
there is a magnetic power and resoluta
determination in the face that irresis5-
IDLY attracts. His lips are thin, his
eyes large, dark and expressive, his
brow broad, high and white, his nose,
long and beautifully chiseled. As he
sat not far from Mr. Carlisle, his pale
face wore serious expression which
did not change during the brief ritual
readily Bishop Paret, nor while the
low, sweet requiem was being ehantod
by the choir in the opposite gallery.
1 could not help wondering whether
he was thinking of his own busy
schemes and changeless ambitions Oh
of the inevitable fate which awaits all
mortality at the summons Of the an
gel of Death, whose grim shadow at
that moment had fallen on the scene
on which his calm gaze rested Nine.
tenths of the people of that vast assem-
bly, knew that the obstinate opposition
of this one man was impeding legisla-
tion which might affect for all time
the destiny of the party to which he
owes allegiance. With handful of
organized followers, he has stood up
during this session and the last,
against Measure favored by major
ity of the Hopse, the President of the
United States, and undoubtedly by
the majority of sixty thousand of his
fellow citizens. And yet, his face was
As inscrutable as that of the sphinx, as
handsome as Apollo's, and as full of
magnetic force, as he sat within the
circle of the men he was fighting, with
all his wonderful power of brains and
will. The President was in front of
him, Mr.. Carlisle was near him, and
all around him were tariff reformers
whose constituencies will refuse to re-
turn them unless the plans of that one
man are thwarted | forgot, in won
dering what he was thinking about,
the shadow of the Dark Angel, the lu-
neral chant, and the familiar words IF
the burial service. Stronger than the
perfume of the wreathed flowers, the
| breath of low, sweet music, the pres.
enee of the representatives OF this
great Nation, and even the silent re-
| mains of the illustrious dead, was a
surmise as to what were the thoughts
of this cold, impassive autoerat Of the
House His ambition is to be Presi-
dent of the United States, and he is
Just the man to sacrifice everything to
that ambition. [ disapprove his meth
ods, and regret his disposition to repel
spirit of compromise, but [ cannat
help admiring his ability and persist
enoy. The outcome of the strugg e
no man can forecast. Mills is sick =
worn out with the work on the tariff
bill, and what is worse, the uncertain
ty that envelops it Randall is as
well as ever, and is serene as May
morning, although his followers are
said to be deserting him.
Speculation is busy with the names
of those who may succeed Chief Jus
tice Waite. Those who are best in,
formed think it will be northwest.
ern lawyer whose name is probably
not known outside ofhis profession
The South does not stand ghost of =
chance in this appointment, and it is
useless to pretend that she does.
Hon. w. S. Barnum has been in
this city several days. 1t is possible
the coming campaign will be engin
eered by Hon. w. L Scott and Sena
tor Kenna, as the leading spirits. A;
yet there is no organization and nc
work accomplished;
The old barnacle of sending ou
long-winded campaign speeches, anc