The evening times., 1899-07-22


as star; but they do not demand that their can.
didate shall have certificate OF moral character
signed by Confederate congress, The man who
has. in full. heaped and rounded measure. all
these splendid qualifications is the present grand
and gallant leader of the Republican party-
James C. Blaine.
Our country. crowned with the vast and mar
vcous achievements OF its first century, asks for
man worthy OF the past. and prophetic of her f,i-
ture; asks for a who has fhe audacty of
genius; asks for a man who is the efandest com
bination Of heart, conscience and brain beneath
her fag-such a man is James G. Blaine. Jap
plause
For the Republican host led by this intrepid
man. there can be no defeat.
This Is a grand year-a year filed with recoI-
lections OF the Revolution filled with the proud
and tender memories of the past. with the sacred
legends OF liberty-a year in which the sons Of
freedom will drink from the fountains of entbu.
siasm; year in which the people call for a man
who has preserved in Congress what our soldiers
won upon the field; a year in which they call
for the man who has torn from the throat of
treason the tongue Of slandcr-for the man who
has spatched the mask Of Democracy from the
hideous face Of rebellion: for this man who. like
an intellectual athlete. has stood in the arena Of
debate and challenged all comers and who is still
| total stranger to defeat. [Applause.l
Like armed warrior like a plumed knight
James G. Blaine marched down tire halls OF the
American Congress and threw his shining lance
full and fair against the brazen foreheads OF the
defamers Of his country and the maligners of his
honor For the Republican party TO desert this
gallant leader now is as though an army should
desert their general upon the field of battle
James G. Blaine is and has been for wears
the bearer of the sacred standard of The Repub-
lican party. / call it sacred. because no human
being can stand beneath its folds without becom-
ing and without remaining free.
Gentlemen of the convention. in the name OF
the great Republic, the only Republic that ever
existed upon this earth; in the name of all her
defenders and OF all her supporters; in the name
OF all her soldiers living; in the name of all her
5oldiers dead upon the field of battle and in the
name of those who perished in the skeleton clutch
OF famine at Andersonville and Libby whose sf-
ferings he so vividly remembers. Illinois-Ilinois
nominates for the next President of this country
that prince of parliamentarans-tha leader of
leaders-James G. Blaine.
At His Brothers. Bier
The oration delivered hy Colonel Inger-
soil on the death of his brother, Hon. Ebon
C. Ingersoll, in this city, on June 2 1879.
attracted universal attention throughout
the country. Colonel Ingersoil had prepar-
ed an address to be delivered on the oc-
casion, at the brothers request, but he was
so overcome with grief while looking at
the face of the dead, he was unable to
! read the prepared address. He delivered
however. the following just before the
My Friends: / am going to do that which the
dead often promised he would do for me. The
loved and loving brother, husband, father friend
died where manhood's morning almost touches
noon, and while the shadows Etill falling to-
ward the west. He had not passed on life's high
way the stone that marks the highest point, but
being weary for the moment he laid down by the
wayside, and, using burden for a pillow fell
into that dreamess sleep that kisses down his
eyelids STILL While yet in love with life and ran
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pathetic dust. Yet, after an; it may be best
just in the happest, sunniest hour OF all the voy-
age, while eager winds are kissing every SAIL to
dash against the unseen rock, and in an instant
hear the billows roar B,lhken ship. For whether
in mid sea or among the breakers of the farther
shore. a wreck must mark at last the end of each
and ALL And every life, no matter il its every hour
is rich with love, and every moment jeweled with
a joy, will, at its close, become tragedy as
sad, and deep, and dark as can be woven OF the
warp and woof of mystery and death. This brave
and tender man in every storm of life was oak
and rock. but in the sunshine he was love and
flower. He was the friend of all heroic souls that
climbed the heights and left all superstitions
here below, while on his forehead fell the golden
dawning of grander day. He loved the beautiful
and was with color, form and music touched to
tears. He sided with the weak, and with willing
hand gave aims; with loyal heart and with the
purest hand he faithfully discharged all public
trusts He was worshper of liberty and
friend OF the oppressed. A thousand times have
place temple and all season summer" He be-
lieved that happiness was the only good, reason
the only torch. justice the only worshper, hu.
manity the only religion, and. love the priest
He added to the sum of human joy, and were
everyone for whom he did some loving service to
bring blossom to his grave he would sleep
tonight beneath wilderness of flowers Life is
a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks
of two eternities. We strive in vain to look be.
yond the heights. We cry aloud, and the only
answer is the echo Of wailing cry. From the
voceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes
no word; but in the night Of death hope sees
star and listening love can hear the rustic Of
wing. He who sleeps bere when dying, mistak.
ing the approach Of death for the return OF
health, whispered with his latest breath, 81 am
better now" Let us belieYe, in spite of doubts
and dogmas and tears and fears That these dear
words true Of all the countless dead And
now, to you who. have been chosen from among
the many men he loved to do the last sad Office
for the dead. we give his sacred trust Speech
cannot contain our love. There was-there is
no gentler, stronger, maniier man.
On January ., 1882, Colonel Ingersoll de-