The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-09-22

| caused the medical men to grant his Oft
repeated request to be taken to within
| sight of the sea, and on September 6 he
| was taken to Elberon, N j. Nine days
| later blood poisoning developed and after
| lew hours Of Inconsistencies, he died
! peacefully on September 49, His. body
was taken back to Washington by special
| train and lay in state, in, the rotunda> of
| the capitol for two days. long special
| train took, the body; te1 Cleveland. o..
! where it was buried beside Lake: Isries on
! September rs. ,,~u t1s.-. -,
| The attorneys for Guiteau, the assassin.
advanced the plea of insanity, and hard
hight for his life was made in a trial that
was remarkable in many ways. But the
verdict was death and Guiteau was
hanged in Washington City
Inc memorial services in honor of Gar
| field, held in the hall of the house of rep
| resentatives on February q, 1882, were
| the most splendidly solemn that the his
| tory of the United States has so far re-
corded. Mr.. Blaine was the orator; 1.-THE
audience was comprised of President Ar
thur, the cabinet, all members of the
diplomatic corps, distinguished men from
| all over the country, and people from all
walks of life.
Mr.. Bla1neS Grafton was a masterpiece.
He followed the life of his subject close
ly from boyhood to the grave, illuminate
ing the biography with brilliant anec-
dotes that were at once dignitied and
full of the character of Garfield; and his
peroration was such a burst of poetry,
such a symphony of phrase, as has sell
| dom been heard: ...,.. s..t =
| "Great in life, he was SURPRISINGLY great
| IN death. For no cause. in the very
| frenzy of WantonneSS and WickedneSs by
! from the full tide of this world S interest
| from its hopes, it's aspirations, it's vic.
tories, into the visible presence of DEATH
| and he did not quail. Not. alone for 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
| calm courage he looked into his & open
/ grave. What. blight and ruin met his
| aEguishse ed, eyes, whose lips. may tell
what brilliant, broken. plans, what baffied,
! warm manhood'S friendship, what bitter
1 rending of sweet household ties! ez'ts -'''
| Behind him a proud, expectatit nation,
| a great host of sustaining friends, a
| cherished and happy mother, wearing the
! full, rich honors of her earlYs toll and
| tears; the wife of his youth, whose whole
life lay, in his: the little boys not yet
| emerged from childhood's- day Of froiic:
| the fair young daughter; the: sturdy sons
| just springing into closest COMPREHENSIVE
| claiming every day, and every re-
Warding, a fathers love and care; and
| in his heart the eager, rejoicing power to
| meet all demands And hts soul was not
| shaken. His countrymen were thrilled
with, instant. profound and universal
| sympathy Masterful In his mortal weak
| ness, he became the center of a nation 8
love, enshrined in the prayers Of a. world.
But all the love and all the sympathy
could not share with him his suffering.
| He trod the winepress alone With I'M
| faltering front he faced death - With
| unfailing tenderness he took leave of life
Above the demoniac hiss of the assassin's
| bullet he heard the voice Of God. With
simple resignation he bowed to the Di-
| vine decree. - $500.
As the end drew near his early crav-
| ing for the sea returned. The stately
mansion of power had been to him the
wearisome hospital of pain, and he beg
ged to be taken from his prison walls
| from its oppressive sitting air, from its
homelessness and It's Iopeessness Cen
| thy, silently, the love of a great people
bore the pale sufferer to the longed- for
healing of the sea, to live or die, as God
should will, within sight of the heaving
pillows, within sound of it's manifold
voices. With wan fevered face. tenderly
lifted to the cooling breeze, he looked out
Wistfully on the oceans changing won
ders; on its fair sails; on it's restless
waves rolling shoreward, to break and
| clouds of evening, arching low to the
horizon; on the serene and shining path
| way of the stars. Let us think that his
! dying eyes read a mystic meaning which
| only the rapt and parting soul NAV
know. Let us believe that in the silence
| OF the receding world he heard the great
| waves breaking on farther shore and
! felt already upon his wasted brow the
| breath of the eternal morning st.
Louis Republic.