The age-herald., 1902-03-23

Washington, 11ssch 2e.-(spsulsL)-'r l had aught to soy against any man l veaid not gay it out of his hearing; l ssold eo to ldm md say as Nathan said pn,n Dsyid. Thou art the msap' In araiaKtima of .sa. ssO thc &ur- lnns.r heard :naa speech in Congress. It wna uttered by she yoangest man who held membership there, and cieercd most loudly and most heartily by enc of the oldest members-a rosy-faced, white haired, laughter-loving singer of sweet songs. who perhaps before these words are printed will have quilted all the scenes of the world.
 The young member was William Me Adoo then a representative from New dorsey, now an eminent lawyer in New York. He was iu shose days very ooyish- locking though past thirty, and was bright, witty, eioQuent-A native or Afe- land, brought to America m his chllo- hood. McAdoos speech was called forth by Cannon of Illinois, who charged that the young member had inserted Tn the Record words he had not and would not utter on the floor of the House. Ihis aroused McAdoo to a frenzy of eloquent resentment, which he concluded by ap- plying the scriptural phrase to Cannon There was great excitement on both sides of the House. and wild cheering of Mc- Adoo
 The particular old man who cheered most was Thomas Dunn English, who was then also a representative from New Jersey. This dear old man of fame and song and sweetness is at the age of four score and three said to be dying in New ark, and when he passes away there will be sorrow around the world. It Is sixty years since he won his first fame by giv- ing to the world Ben Bolt" and in that lis fame shall not pass. Here is copy as kept for many years: Oh, don't you remember sweet Alice. Ben
 Bolt,
 Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you gave
 her a smile
 And trembed with fear at your frown? !? In the old churchyard in the valley, Ben Bolt,
 In a corner obscure and alone, They have fitted a slab of the granite so gray
 And sweet Alice lies under the stone. Under the hickory tree. Ben Bolt, Which stood at the foot of the hill. Together we've lain in the monday shade And listened to Appletons mill. The mill wheel has fallen to pieces. Ben
 Bolt.
 The rafters have tumbied in, And a quiet that crawls round the walls
 as you gaze
 Has followed the olden din. And don't you remember the school, Ben
 Bolt,
 With the master so cruel and grim, And the shaded nook in the running brook Where the children went to swim? Grass grows on the masters grave, Ben
 Bolt
 The spring of the brook is dry, And of all the boys were schoolmates
 then
 There are only you and I. There Is change in the things I loved,
 Ben Bolt
 They have changed from the old to the
 new.
 But I feel in the depths of my spirit the
 truth
 There never was change in you;
 
 Bolt
 Since first we were friencs-yet I hail Thy presence blessing, thy presence a
 truth,
 Ben Bolt of the salt sea gale.
 
 One of the most venerable and most gracious of Virginian gentlewomen died in Alexandria this week. She was Mrs
 
 Frank Smith of Alexandria, and there fore paternal grandmother of Mrs. Ed ward Ware Barrett of Birmingham. MT. Barrett and Mrs. Barrett were unable to reach Alexandria before their grand mothers death, but they with all the family connection were at the funeral, which took place Tuesday. and which was very largely attended. Mrs Smith who was eighty-nine. had made her home with her son for a long time, and be- tween them the rapidly advancing years seemed to strengthen the extraordinary attachment which had always subsisted Colonel Smith is one of the leaders of the Virginia bar and Is a member of the Virginia Constitutional Convention. 'The" table-"our" table in the hotel here-is broken up. Just part of 1t re- mains, and those of us who gather around are not so jolly as we used to be. There are no vacant chairs" as the poet hath the phrase there are no chairs at all ex- cept the very few that are occupied three times a day, There are just a few of us left--just a few" as saith the historic Paul Giardoni; and while we are still happy we are not expressively gay. At our table were many fair maidens Now sweet. fair, dear. happy grand mother and three careworn men alone hold the forks. The maidens have passed on to new conquests and to reassert gen. tie authority previously achieved, leaving