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U.C.U. LIBRARY 
 
IN MEMORY 
 
 OF 
 
 JAMES G. ELAINE 
 
 Memorial 
 
 California lye^islabure (Ttjirbiebl) Sessior>). 
 
 SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA: 
 1893. 
 
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 Printed at the State Printing Office, Sacramento. 
 A. J. JOHNSTON, Superintendent. 
 
MEMORIAL SERVICES 
 
 Caliporr)ia Legislature lljirbiebl) Sessior) 
 
 COMMEMORATIVE OF 
 
 JAMES G. ELAINE. 
 
 In the Senate Chamber, on Friday, January 27, 
 1893, Senator McGowAN offered the following reso 
 lution : 
 
 WHKREAS, The sad intelligence has reached us that death 
 has claimed, as its last noted mark, that peerless and incom 
 parable American, James G. Elaine; and whereas, we desire to 
 pay the tribute of our admiration and respect to the worth 
 and ability of that popular statesman, whose public labors and 
 matchless eloquence accomplished so much for California in her 
 struggle for the permanency and supremacy of Caucasian civili 
 zation; and whereas, we recognize in the loss of James G. Elaine 
 a statesman of broad views, practical statesmanship, transcend 
 ent ability, and strict integrity; and whereas, we desire to give 
 permanent form to the high regard and esteem in which the 
 honored name of James G. Elaine is justly held by the grateful 
 people of California; therefore, be it 
 
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Resolved, That the Senate do now adjourn out of respect to 
 the memory of James G. Elaine; that these resolutions, express 
 ive of our intense sorrow at this death, be spread upon the 
 Journal of the Senate, and that a copy thereof be forwarded to 
 the family of our deceased statesman. 
 
 In moving the adoption of the resolution by a 
 rising vote, Senator McGowAN spoke as follows: 
 
 One by one the great statesmen and soldiers whose patriot 
 ism and ability lent honor to the American name, and saved 
 from destruction our popular Government, are passing away in 
 death. Death, ever loving a shining mark, continues in its tire 
 less work. The heroes who manifested their devotion in the 
 trying hours of the republic are following to the other shore 
 Lincoln, Sumner, and Garfield. And now our own matchless 
 Elaine is numbered with the dead. In spirit form he holds 
 high communion with Sherman, whose mortal remains sleep in 
 the land he helped to make free; with Logan, whose conse 
 crated dust is hallowed by the affection of a grateful people; 
 and Grant, around whose name will ever live a halo of glory. 
 Only a few days ago another statesman of the republic passed 
 away. Looking at death's sad havoc, well may we say 
 
 "One woe doth tread upon another's heels, 
 So fast they follow." 
 
 There is one action in the political life of James G. Elaine 
 that makes him beloved by the people of California, and for 
 which we, as a people, have ever been grateful. At one time 
 in the past it was extremely dangerous to the political fortunes 
 of Eastern statesmen to advocate the cause of California in her 
 effort to maintain our civilization against the invasion of an 
 inferior race. Sentimentalists, ignorant of our condition, were 
 asserting that California was radical and un-American in her 
 demand against Chinese immigration. At every risk political 
 
to himself, disregarding all adverse writers, James G. Elaine, in 
 the Senate of the United States, became the advocate of free 
 white labor and the champion of California. He then struck 
 the keynote of the whole situation by telling the world that it 
 was the struggle of the American cottage against the Chinese 
 hovel. He stood like a giant, like an American knight, as 
 he always was, to battle back the hordes of Chinese whose 
 presence threatened the destruction of the best interests of 
 our American commonwealth. California, gratefully looking 
 to him for all he has done for her, now pays in sorrow the trib 
 ute of love to this great American, whose name in future ages 
 will add luster to the pages of American history, and rank with 
 the names of Washington, Webster, Clay, and Lincoln. 
 
 Aside from the regard in which California held him, he pos 
 sessed a characteristic, manifested in all his public life, that 
 especially endeared him to the American people: for in all he 
 ever did or said James G. Elaine was progressively an Ameri 
 can. He believed this nation was the grandest and greatest 
 nation; that our people are patriotic and intelligent; that our 
 nation is first in the race of civilization. Believing all this at 
 all times, it was his doctrine, from which he never departed, 
 that this Government should not abandon any right in the face 
 of any foreign Government on the face of the earth. His name 
 became the watchword on this principle, and he became the 
 enthusiastic champion of all that is loved by American hearts. 
 We are to be congratulated, as Americans, that there are times, in 
 the face of a national sorrow, when we can forget party passion 
 and prejudice, when we can rise above the commonplace in life, 
 and, forgetting the past, clasp hands over the funeral bier of a 
 great American, to feel in common the pang of sorrow in our 
 hearts. Sorrowfully, with tear-stained eyes, a nation to-day 
 mourns the loss of James G. Elaine, and the Senate of Califor 
 nia, desiring to express the sorrow we feel, is asked to adopt 
 the resolutions by a rising vote. 
 
Senator GOUCHER, who generally leads the Demo 
 crats in the Senate, arose and seconded Senator 
 McGowAN's motion. He said he desired to do so 
 as an American. In paying a tribute to so great an 
 American as Elaine, politics are forgotten. Senator 
 GOUCHER eulogized the dead statesman in a few 
 well chosen remarks. 
 
 Senator BURKE, another Democrat, also paid trib 
 ute to the departed diplomate. 
 
 President REDDICK then put the motion, and the 
 entire Senate rose silently. 
 
 In the Assembly Chamber, on the same day, the 
 following resolutions, proposed by Mr. KAHN, were 
 unanimously adopted by a rising vote: 
 
 WHEREAS, We have learned with profound sorrow that the 
 great statesman and illustrious American, Hon. James G. Elaine, 
 has this morning departed this life; and whereas, in his life and 
 public career we recognize a patriotic devotion to our country, 
 and a continued effort for her supremacy and the advancement 
 of her interests; and whereas, in the offices of the nation that 
 he filled with such distinguished honor and eminent ability he 
 proved himself a statesman of the highest order; and whereas, 
 he ever has been the firm and constant friend of California and 
 the champion of the rights of her citizens; be it therefore 
 
 Resolved, That we join the nation in sympathy and sorrow 
 over the loss of her illustrious son; and be it further 
 
 Resolved, That we do now adjourn out of respect to the 
 memory of the Hon. James G. Elaine; and be it further 
 
 Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be immediately 
 telegraphed to his bereaved family at Washington, to whom we 
 tender our sincere and heartfelt sympathy. 
 
Previous to the adoption of the above resolutions, 
 Mr. DODGE offered the following concurrent reso 
 lution, which was carried: 
 
 Resolved by the Assembly, the Senate concurring, That a 
 special time be set apart for a memorial address, to be delivered 
 in joint session of the Senate and Assembly, in honor of the 
 memory, life, and services of the Hon. James G. Elaine, and 
 that a committee of six, three to be appointed by the President 
 of the Senate and three by the Speaker of the Assembly, be 
 appointed to select the time of and speaker for such occasion. 
 
 The Senate concurred in the resolution, and Sen 
 ators MAKER, FLINT, and GESFORD were appointed 
 by the President of the Senate, and Assemblymen 
 FINLAYSON, LYNCH, and BUCKLEY were appointed 
 by the Speaker of the Assembly, as the Joint Com 
 mittee of Arrangements. 
 
 The Joint Committee fixed upon February 22, 
 1893 (Washington's Birthday), at ten o'clock and 
 thirty minutes A. M., in the Assembly Chamber, 
 as the time and place for holding the memorial 
 services. 
 
 The Chamber, on the day set apart, was appropri 
 ately draped. 
 
 At the appointed time, the Senators, Assembly 
 men, and State officers entered the Assembly 
 Chamber in a body, the orchestra playing Chopin's 
 funeral march. 
 
 Hon. R. B. CARPENTER, President pro tern, of the 
 Senate, presided. 
 
The Joint Convention was called to order, and 
 trie following exercises were had: 
 
 i. Reading and adoption of memorial resolutions, 
 as reported by the Joint Committee: 
 
 WHEREAS, The people of California have heard with pro 
 found regret the announcement of the death of that illustrious 
 American citizen, the Hon. James G. Elaine; therefore, be it 
 
 Resolved, That the members of the Legislature of this com 
 monwealth, in joint convention assembled, do express their 
 sense of the national loss sustained and their estimate of the 
 private character and public service of the peerless statesman 
 in this tribute to his memory. James G. Elaine was the ideal 
 American statesman. His mental grasp of public questions 
 was unequaled, and his sympathies, like his patriotism, were 
 ever broad and responsive. In thirty-seven years of almost 
 continuous public life, embracing, in its measure, the duties of 
 a legislator in the State of Maine, service in both houses of 
 Congress, and positions in the Cabinet of the United States, 
 his consistent and able support of every leading proposition, 
 tending to the advancement of this country to the highest 
 position among the renowned nations of the world, won for 
 him a recognition reserved only for the greatest of men. Dili 
 gent study, ample resources of intellect, and, above all, an alert 
 sense of patriotism, enabled him to comprehend, long before 
 the clay was removed from the eyes of other statesmen, that 
 unrestricted immigration from Asia to this land would inevit 
 ably degrade American labor on the Pacific Coast, and with 
 the ready courage of his conviction, he fought in the minority 
 for the industrial supremacy of the Caucasian race. His superb 
 service, rendered in that recent struggle for human civilization, 
 will ever be remembered by a grateful people in California. 
 Voicing the sentiments of the people of California, we express 
 our profound regret over the loss of this illustrious American 
 
statesman, and express the hope that his example of fidelity to 
 free institutions will speak to future generations. 
 
 To the family of the lamented statesman, we tender sincere 
 sympathy in their bereavement, and as an expression of our 
 feeling, it is directed that a copy of the memorial be transmitted 
 to Mrs. Elaine. 
 
 2. "Not Dead, but Sleepeth" (While). Bass 
 solo, by W. H. KINROSS; male chorus of eighteen 
 members from the Sacramento Choral Society, 
 accompanied by the Orchestra. 
 
 3. Invocation. By Rabbi J. LEONARD LEVY, of 
 the congregation B'nai Israel, of Sacramento. 
 
 4. "Traumerei" (Schumann). By the Orchestra. 
 
 5. Poem. By RUTH E. NEWLAND, M.D. 
 
 6. "Sleep On, Beloved" (Bliss). By the Chorus, 
 unaccompanied. 
 
 7. Address. By Senator G. G. GOUCHER, of 
 Fresno County. 
 
 8. "Rest, Spirit, Rest" (White). By the Chorus 
 and Orchestra. 
 
 9. Benediction. By Rabbi J. LEONARD LEVY. 
 10. "Solitude" (Czibulka). By the Orchestra. 
 
INVOCATION. 
 
 By Rabbi J. LEONARD LEVY, of the Congregation B'nai Israel, of 
 Sacramento. 
 
 Almighty God and Father ! Thou art the first, and 
 Thou art the last, and besides Thee there is no God. 
 Wherever we turn our eyes, or bid our thoughts 
 take flight, there art Thou; here in Thy majesty, 
 there in Thy power, everywhere in Thy love. 
 Whether we gaze adoringly on the heavens, fretted 
 with golden fire, or on the tiny blade of grass, 
 seeking the sun's rays and the refreshing breezes ; 
 whether we stand amazed by the vast ocean, when 
 its angry waves are lashed into a fury by the tem 
 pest, or by the purling brook, on whose bosom plays 
 the dainty ripple; whether we listen overawed to 
 the far-resounding peal of the thunder, or to the 
 gentle rustling of the leaves when the southern 
 zephyr "makes the trees clap their hands;" whether 
 we contemplate the forest giant, adorned with a 
 crown of foliage, or the tiny petal of the rose, 
 begemmed with the glistening dewdrop; or whether 
 we feel Thy presence in public and private joys and 
 
sorrows, we are always impressed that Thou alone 
 art God ; that Thou art forever the same ; that Thy 
 years end not; that with Thee, majesty, power, and 
 love are eternal. 
 
 Contrasting these, Thy infinite qualities, with the 
 transient character of man's days on earth, we are 
 led to ask: "Lord, what is man that Thou art mind 
 ful of him, the Son of Man that Thou takest heed 
 of him? " On the side of his physical nature he is 
 like the beasts that perish; but on the side of his 
 spiritual nature, since he partakes of Thy divine 
 essence, he is little less than the angel, endowed with 
 aspirations and longings, yearnings and desires, that 
 indicate that he is not wholly of this earth. 
 
 Lord God, we invoke Thy help that these crav 
 ings be rightly directed. We pray that more and 
 more our natures be awakened to the force of the 
 reasonable hope of that life when, divested of our 
 earthly bodies, we shall awaken in Thy presence, 
 perhaps to see the deeds done in our days of nature 
 in their right light, perhaps to analyze the motives 
 with which we performed them. 
 
 We recognize that there is also an immortality 
 on earth for Thy children, O God. We feel that it 
 largely depends on man himself whether his name 
 be inscribed on shifting sand or on imperishable 
 marble; that it depends on us alone, and upon the 
 right use made of our faculties and the means at our 
 disposal, whether when we lie in the silent grave, 
 
when the tombstone has crumbled into dust as our 
 bodies, and the grass thereabouts has withered, and 
 the banks of flowers faded whether our names be 
 forgotten on the tongues of men; whether, like 
 balloons with which children play, death makes a 
 puncture in us and, falling into nothingness, we be 
 entirely gone forever; or whether we shall have 
 gotten for ourselves a name which death cannot 
 touch, which age cannot impair, w r hich clouds cannot 
 conceal nor storms blight. 
 
 Help us, O God, to strive for this immortality on 
 earth, even as we desire eternal life with Thee. Send 
 us Thy light and Thy truth, and may they restrain 
 our selfish passions and inspire us with generous 
 sentiments. Teach us to feel that the elixir of 
 eternal life is a specific composed of benevolence, 
 sincerity, and unselfishness, to be used not only 
 towards those of our own creed, race, and position, 
 but towards all men, for we are all Thy children. 
 
 We thank Thee for this hope within our breasts, 
 and for the possibility of its fulfillment. We thank 
 Thee for the many examples which Thou hast fur 
 nished us in the form of illustrious men and women, 
 by contemplating and imitating w r hom we feel that 
 Thou wilt suffer our hopes to be realized. 
 
 It was because in our judgment our departed 
 brother, in honor of whose memory we are here 
 assembled to-day, was graced with noble qualities 
 that we admired him that we praised him living 
 
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and treasure his memory dead. Yet we know, O 
 God, that Thou dost expect more, if this demonstra 
 tion of affection is to be more than a sterile tribute. 
 We know that Thou wouldst have us become in 
 spired with his devotion, and we therefore beseech 
 Thee to aid us to love what he loved, to struggle 
 and fight for what he defended, to seek and strive 
 for this great nation, to set America above our chief 
 joy. As he was in all things actuated by a pure 
 love of our country, as he was inspired with a deep 
 and earnest longing to see her traditions honored, 
 her institutions supported, and her people united, 
 so, O God, may we be moved by like loyalty, integ 
 rity, and patriotism. Into Thy safe keeping we 
 commit his spirit, in the full and certain hope that 
 his righteousness will bring an exceeding great 
 reward. 
 
 Thou who healest the broken-hearted and bindest 
 up their wounds, send Thy heavenly comfort to those 
 who mourn. Be a father to the orphan, and a pro 
 tector to the widow, from the garden of whose exist 
 ence the fairest tree has been plucked. Fill the 
 hearts of all mourners with love and reverence of 
 Thee to serve Thee with a perfect heart, so that 
 when it shall please Thee to call them unto Thee 
 their end shall be peace. 
 
 We ask Thy blessing on all assembled here to-day. 
 They are all Thy children, and for all we ask Thy 
 fatherly protection and benediction. 
 
And bless our own land. May the hopes of all 
 her founders and servants be realized. May her 
 citizens recognize that national prosperity without 
 moral nobility is as a gem in the forehead of a 
 skull; that righteousness alone exalts a nation. 
 May liberty continue to be our presiding genius; 
 not liberty to do wrong unpunished, but liberty to 
 listen to the voice of conscience ; liberty to choose 
 Thee, O God, for our master; liberty to excel in 
 truth, purity, honor, integrity, virtue, duty. May 
 America ever be the land of the brave and the 
 home of the free. May this great fabric never fall. 
 Cleanse all the administrations of national affairs. 
 May those in office be upright, hating deceit. May 
 legislators unselfishly and patriotically serve their 
 country, and not their own ends. Take under Thy 
 protection the President of the United States, and 
 those dear to him, and all who administer the public 
 affairs of this -vast commonwealth, the Governor, 
 and officers of this State and city, that through 
 them order may be preserved, and peace, right, and 
 liberty be fostered. Lord, hasten the day of blessed 
 promise, when men shall truly regard each other as 
 brothers ; when hand shall meet hand in friendship, 
 and heart speak to heart in love ; when swords shall 
 be beaten into plowshares, and spears into pruning- 
 hooks; when there shall be learned no more war; 
 when shadows of ignorance, and superstition, and 
 hatred shall have fled, and the bright light of 
 
knowledge, religion, and love shall illuminate men's 
 minds ; when all shall acknowledge Thee as the one 
 common God and Father, Thou who art one, and 
 Thy name the One and Eternal God! Amen. 
 
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POEM. 
 
 By RUTH E. NKWI.AND, M.D. 
 
 FATE. 
 
 The Ladder of Life found a resting place 
 
 Against the Ship of State; 
 At the foot of the ladder stood a tiny child 
 
 Awaiting the Angel of Fate. 
 His little hand had taken hold 
 
 Of the first round of the Ladder of Life, 
 To climb to the top with steps so bold 
 
 Midst greed, and gain, and strife. 
 The years went by, and a sturdy boy 
 
 Had climbed one third of the way; 
 His eyes were shining with peaceful joy, 
 
 His lips said, "The honors will pay." 
 The years rolled on, 'twas a manly form 
 
 That had gained a round or two; 
 He had battled with life through every storm, 
 
 With every honor in view. 
 He had gained the deck of the Ship of State, 
 
 His hand turned the wheel to steer 
 The ship from the rocks of destiny's fate, 
 
 But his eyes were honest and clear. 
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He saw in the future his country's fame 
 
 Among the nations of earth; 
 He saw among these a statesman's name, 
 
 And fate had given it birth. 
 He started again the ladder to climb 
 
 With hand firm, honest, and strong; 
 And said, "The last round, I will gain it in time, 
 
 And mount it midst paeans of song 
 From my countrymen's lips; they'll never forget 
 
 The work I've been trying to do; 
 And the Sun of my Life will never set 
 
 Till I've carried my life's work through." 
 At the foot of the ladder stood the Angel of Fate, 
 
 And she said, " It can never be; 
 The last round of the ladder comes too late 
 
 To thy hand, my charge, for thee. 
 The one for thy hand is not for this earth 
 
 It is not of the Ladder of Time; 
 It will be touched in glory with Eternity's birth 
 
 When the Celestial Hills you climb." 
 'Twas a sad old man that heard those words, 
 
 For avarice, and greed, and gain 
 Had kept his hand from gaining that round 
 
 This is the " Life of James G. Elaine." 
 
 The Last Round of the Ladder. 
 
 Then the Angel of Fate winged her flight to Heaven, 
 
 And stood at the Golden Gate 
 To open it wide to a soul forgiven 
 
 Of sin; and there to await 
 The coming of him who her charge had been 
 
 Since a babe in his cradle had lain. 
 The question was asked, "Who will be seen 
 
 When he enters?" "It is James G. Elaine." 
 
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I wish to be there to welcome . him home, 
 
 To give him his just and due; 
 To our home in bliss we wish him to come, 
 
 For he has been good and true. 
 The question was asked, " While living on earth 
 
 Can you tell the work he has done?" 
 "Oh, yes, for he was given the name at his birth 
 
 The name of America's Son." 
 He has never failed in his upward flight 
 
 From the first round of the Ladder of Life; 
 To battle for truth, to battle for right, 
 
 He has always been first in the strife. 
 His life was a gem of clear whiteness, 
 
 He was gentle, and kind, and true; 
 His life has been lived with steel brightness 
 
 In all he's been trying to do. 
 I saw him first as a gentle child 
 
 At the foot of the Ladder of Life; 
 I have sheltered him midst tempests wild 
 
 Of greed, and gain, and strife; 
 I have been by his side as he touched each round, 
 
 In climbing the Ladder of Fame; 
 I have kissed his brow when I heard the sound 
 
 Of each groan of anguish and shame. 
 When the roar of the cannon, of shot and shell, 
 
 Told of conflict, of war, and of strife, 
 The heart of the statesman in his bosom did swell. 
 
 Then his country had need that his life 
 Should be spent in the work of political toil. 
 
 With tongue, pen, and soul in the van, 
 He ne'er failed in duty, he ne'er did embroil, 
 
 But was ever the peace-making man. 
 I have stood by his side when each feather in wing 
 
 Seemed to quiver with anguish and sorrow; 
 I have turned aside malice, and have taken the sting, 
 
 And have whispered, u just wait till the morrow." 
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Of closing his life, to see him walk in 
 
 At the entrance when the gates open wide, 
 When those glorious forms with no taint of sin 
 
 Walk in glory close by his side. 
 That heavenly throng of angels so bright 
 
 Will each stand with close-folded wings 
 Will be mute with surprise in the realms of light, 
 
 And the seraphs will all cease to sing, 
 For a soul has come from the "Sorrowful Star," 
 
 Has come home to the bosom of God. 
 They have heard of that life midst its tumult and war. 
 
 And the straight path of duty he trod; 
 Then we'll give him a welcome, we will open the gate, 
 
 Each harp will be ready and sweet 
 For the one to precede him is the Angel of Fate, 
 
 With laurels to lay at his feet. 
 But one of them all to his touch will be given, 
 
 It seems with earth's memories rife; 
 It has come to his hand midst the glories of heaven, 
 
 It's the "Last Round of the Ladder of Life." 
 
ADDRESS. 
 
 By Senator G. G. GOUCHER, of Fresno County. 
 
 MR. PRESIDENT AND FELLOW COUNTRYMEN: We 
 are gathered here to lay upon the grave of James G. 
 Elaine a fresh garland of glory, plucked from the 
 warm hearts of seventy million Americans. 
 
 In tendering this tribute to the illustrious dead, 
 we have honored ourselves in selecting a day that 
 commemorates him who "was first in war, first in 
 peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen." 
 The stricken procession of unsheltered heads, bowed 
 forms, and tear-stained faces of other Americans in 
 Pennsylvania, in Maine, in the District of Columbia, 
 has not passed unobserved by the great-hearted host 
 who populate the Golden State. Divested of par 
 tisan jealousy, we have assembled at the bier of 
 a great statesman, and from this solemn presence 
 and consecrated spot we send across the rivers, the 
 mountains, and the valleys, to the confines of the 
 roaring Atlantic, assurances of our sympathy and 
 announcement of our sadness. 
 
Over our own hearts the sable, hovering pinions of 
 sorrow have been spread, and their black shadows 
 have eclipsed the California sunshine in our breasts. 
 We discover in the conclusion of such a sacred 
 message to our Eastern brethren the silent sum 
 mons to return our minds to this occasion and this 
 place. Surprising, yet pleasing, is the discovery 
 that when our minds concentrate again upon this 
 occasion and its cause, the desolating touch of sad 
 ness and sorrow begins to flee under the pursuit 
 of a strange enjoyment. This feeling cannot be 
 analyzed except through the reenforcement which 
 comparison may afford. 
 
 None can stand on the seashore and watch the 
 distant incoming waves, their dancing crests spark 
 ling in the jewels that seem kisses stamped there by 
 the tender and softened light of the stars, without 
 feeling happiness in the thought that such beauty 
 will come rolling and smiling shoreward forever. 
 
 None can gaze upon the hillsides through the 
 sweetened air of springtime and see the manifold 
 bloom that a great God has unfolded, like a gorge 
 ous carpet, without the entrancing reflection that 
 such vision is to be repeated through countless 
 centuries. 
 
 None can look upward to the sublime heavens 
 and feast his soul upon the distant diamonds, that 
 seem like angels' eyes, without rejoicing in the 
 knowledge that this shining coronet belongs to all 
 time and all generations. 
 
Inspired by these feelings that captivate the heart 
 and command the intellect, it is appropriate to seek 
 their relatives in history. 
 
 Whenever peril, from either within or without, 
 has appeared against our country, the emergency 
 has always sent out in freedom's vanguard the 
 man or the men for the hour. We have had our 
 Warren and our Washington; we have had our 
 Lawrence and our Sumter; we have had our Pat 
 rick Henry and our Harry Lee; we have had our 
 Winfield Scott and our Farragut; we have had 
 our Grant, our Sherman, and our Sheridan; and 
 also our Webster, our Clay, and our Calhoun. 
 
 Yet, to no heart pulsating on our soil has ever 
 come inconsolable sorrow that these men lived, or 
 that, in the fullness of their years and their honors, 
 they bowed to heaven's decree, and died. 
 
 In her great and matchless names we may see the 
 supreme safety of the Stars and Stripes, and the 
 unbroken ramparts that stand eternal guard around 
 the union of the States. 
 
 We may then appropriately feel that, in tendering 
 our tribute to the great dead, we are but lifting their 
 names to an immortal station in the cloudless sky 
 of our nation's love. 
 
 We may upon such occasion take selfish payment 
 for our own action, in the reward for which reason 
 furnishes security that the uncounted generations 
 yet hidden behind the future's mystic curtains will 
 
ever turn their patriot eyes upon the name we are 
 humbly striving to distinguish to-day. 
 
 No nation can sustain itself without some source 
 of patriotism which inspires the young people of 
 the land. 
 
 When the true American statesman, in the even 
 ing of his impaired strength, turns his failing eyes 
 toward the temple of American liberty, and feels 
 the stronger beating of his dying heart, his patriotic 
 hope will always gather about it the raiment which 
 falls as gently as a snowflake and as welcome as a 
 sunbeam from the shining names of his country's 
 fallen and buried guides. 
 
 Without the name and record of Washington how 
 could we teach our boys the inspiring lesson which 
 has sent our nag like the rainbow of promise before 
 all liberty-loving people on earth? 
 
 Without Captain Lawrence how could we explain 
 to our growing sons the story that no flag can fall 
 which is supported by salutation coming through 
 the frosts of death as they seek to seal and lock 
 the lips? 
 
 Without Marion how could we hope that young 
 American eyes would open like full moons as their 
 memory lifts the great story of his sacrifices into a 
 monument forever dedicated to the cause of free 
 dom? 
 
 Without Webster and Clay, Calhoun and Corwin, 
 Lincoln and Sumner, Benton and Douglas, where 
 will w r e go to arouse the sleeping eloquence of the 
 
romping and smiling children, now our thoughtless 
 heirs, yet soon to be our dignified successors? 
 
 And to-day let us find enjoyment in the knowledge 
 that James Gillespie Elaine has risen above death 
 to the sublime station from whence his brilliant 
 qualities and his untiring devotion to the American 
 Union will always send a blessing down to electrify 
 the young American, and to persuade him to noble 
 action. 
 
 To the constellation of great Americans we must 
 now consent to send its newest, if not, indeed, its 
 best and brightest jewel. There let that name live, 
 shedding the stimulating rays of its own deserving 
 upon the growing millions which are to lead this 
 nation upward and onward to undying fame. 
 
 Some time in tamer hours it may be proper to 
 recall the fact that Mr. Elaine was born in West 
 Erownsville, Washington County, Pennsylvania, on 
 January 31, 1830. Certainly it is not inappropriate 
 to say that the Irish people, whose blood and brawn 
 have been brave and free on every field that has 
 heard the voice of freedom for a thousand years, 
 furnished Mr. Elaine his honored parentage. But 
 when he was born his country was the world, and 
 his relatives were the decent inhabitants of all 
 civilized countries. 
 
 Mr. Elaine's education was like his superb am 
 bition. It was broad, expansive, and completely 
 American. 
 
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What satisfied so many minds was but the bud 
 ding of hope in his. His fine literary inclination led 
 him to journalism, and journalism led him to his 
 long-loved State of Maine. His remarkable talent 
 for successful discussion upon great national prob 
 lems enticed him into the noisy and active battle 
 of politics, and there he soon became the leading 
 knight, whose banner always measured the course 
 of march, and whose clarion voice always sounded 
 reviving music to the sinking hopes of his followers. 
 Naturally he was sent to Congress, and there he 
 found a wider field for his unrivaled powers, and, as 
 easily as he had conquered in smaller stations, he 
 won his triumphs in the new and greater. 
 
 The marked features of his Congressional career 
 are in the brilliant and dashing method of winning 
 victory from apparently hopeless conditions. He 
 was the triumphant Alexander of political cam 
 paigns, the unequaled Bonaparte of debate; yet he 
 was ever the hero of mercy to a fallen cause or a 
 beaten antagonist. 
 
 Some there are who embrace the very excess of 
 celebration in the hour of triumph, but Elaine was 
 too tender of the feelings of those whom his vic 
 tories had prostrated to ever smile in their presence 
 at his own successes. Thus it was an open way for 
 him to stand a welcome visitor at the hearths of 
 his adversaries. 
 
 Beyond the confines of our beloved country his 
 
name became a symbol of fear to those who meant 
 us harm. In foreign countries he excited mingled 
 surprise and admiration in the ranks of those trained 
 and veteran diplomates whose opinions are worthy of 
 quotation. To Gladstone and Salisbury at London, 
 to Bismarck and Caprivi at Berlin, to Gortchakoff 
 at St. Petersburg, and to Andrassy at Vienna, he 
 introduced the fresh and lustrous vigor of diplo 
 macy, which came with a glittering shield and 
 polished helmet from the West. 
 
 All Americans have been proud to concede that 
 Blaine was one of the most ardent lovers of Amer 
 ica that any generation produced. But some have 
 doubted whether his great heart was endowed with 
 that sentiment and poesy which go out like the 
 bubbling waters of a crystal spring to our famous 
 fellow countrymen. An insight to his heart in this 
 regard is afforded by the beautiful closing words 
 which Blaine uttered in memory of his friend, the 
 lamented Garfield. I quote them now because they 
 uncover the tender heart that lay within the breast 
 of James G. Blaine : 
 
 "Masterful in his mortal weakness, he became 
 the center of a nation's 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 wine press alone. With unfaltering 
 front he faced death. With unfailing tenderness he 
 
 took leave of life. Above the demoniac hiss of the 
 
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assassin's bullet lie heard the voice of God. With 
 simple resignation he bowed to the divine decree. 
 As the end drew near, his early craving for the 
 sea returned. The stately mansion of power had 
 been to him the wearisome hospital of pain, and 
 he begged to be taken from his prison walls, from 
 its oppressive, stifling air, from its homelessness and 
 its hopelessness. Gently, silently, the love of a 
 great people bore the pale sufferer to the longed-for 
 healing of the sea to live or to die, as God should 
 will, within sight of its heaving billows, within 
 sound of its manifold voices. With wan, fevered 
 face tenderly lifted to the cooling breeze, he looked 
 out wistfully upon the ocean's changing wonders; 
 on its fair sails, whitening in the morning light ; on 
 its restless waves, rolling shoreward, to break and 
 die beneath the noonday sun; on the red clouds of 
 evening, arching low to the horizon; on the serene 
 and shining pathway of the stars. Let us think 
 that his dying eyes read a mystic meaning which 
 only the rapt and parting soul may know. Let us 
 believe that in the silence of the receding world he 
 heard the great waves breaking on a farther shore, 
 and felt already upon his wasted brow the breath of 
 the eternal morning." 
 
 In conclusion, let us remember that Elaine's great 
 soul, like Garfield's, has floated above into the 
 eternal rewards that fall upon good men's heads, in 
 
 that union which is around the throne of God. 
 
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Like Garfield, he has left the pains of earth for a 
 glorious destiny. Like the name of Garfield, his 
 name has ascended to the zenith of American fame, 
 and there it will shine forever, inspiring the flower 
 of American manhood to hasten to the front on that 
 broad and splendid highway which leads to the best 
 permanent progress for the American Union. 
 
BENEDICTION 
 
 By Rabbi J. LEONARD LEVY. 
 
 May the spirit of God be with you all. May the 
 services of to-day leave with you an abiding influ 
 ence. May the example of our heroic and patriotic 
 brother arouse within you a purer and more elevated 
 love of our native land. May God bless you and 
 keep you. May God cause His face to shine upon 
 you and be gracious unto you. May God cause His 
 face to shine upon you and give you peace. Amen ! 
 
BtLUW 
 
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