presented themselves in my office wearing United States uniforms, Mr. BROSIUS having first corporal chevron on his sleeves.

His history in service is summed up in a few lines by his colonel, Henry R. Guss (afterwards General Guss), and Colonel Price, who, with other members of the regiment, attended his funeral obsequies. Years after the war these officers paid him the following tribute:

"Mr. BROSIUS's record is linked and written with the Ninety-seventh Regiment, on whose rolls his name was subscribed in 1861; its history is his history, and its fame is his fame, and its glorious deeds are the sum of the faithful brave deeds of the men who, with him, went forth at the call of this country to do battle for the preservation of the life of the nation.

"Among the most earnest, yet quiet and unobtrusive, in all his actions, was MARRIOTT BROSIUS. From the day of his enlistment in the service until stricken down by the bullet of the enemy he was ever at his post of duty, active and vigilant as a sentinel, brave and courageous in the line of battle. He was regarded as a model soldier, as well from the force of culture that indicated the perfect gentleman, as from the exact fulfillment of duty that indicated the trained veteran soldier."

In the above few lines his war record is summed up. Aside from special acts, it is complete. In attempting to carry a disabled comrade from the field who had been mortally wounded, Mr. BROSIUS himself received the bullet from a rebel sharpshooter's rifle which nearly ended his life. This was the last charge which he was engaged in, the charge at Bermuda Hundred, which rivaled Pickett's famous charge at Gettysburg. Here, as there, some one had blundered.

The wound he received necessitated the excision of the right shoulder joint and the removal of a portion of the arm bone, rendering the arm ever after useless. For eight months he was confined to the hospital, three months of which time he could not be turned in bed; but he bore his suffering with Christian fortitude. No murmuring, no repining escaped his lips. He was ever cheerful and resigned. In February, 1865, he was promoted to a lieutenancy, although he had been mustered out of service, in consequence of disability, the previous December.

After returning to his home he spent some time in recuperating, and managing his great uncle's (Thomas Hambleton) farm, his leisure time being still devoted to study, as was such time when in the service. Being incapacitated for any kind of manual labor, he turned his attention to the study of medicine, and consulted me with a view of entering my office. I strongly remonstrated against any such procedure, and pointed out to him that there was no promotion for a physician, although, as an instrument in God's hands, he may perform miracles every day, yet they are soon forgotten; and he is often made the scapegoat for the sins of others. That, with few exceptions, the physician never rises above the dignity of a country crossroads doctor or an uptown city practitioner.

I pointed out to him that he was by nature an orator, and that the prac

tice of law was the profession for which he was admirably suited, and therein he could hope for promotion. I advised him to take a course in my alma mater, Millersville Normal School, which he did. While attending this institution he became acquainted with Miss Elizabeth Jackson Coates, daughter of Mr. Simmons Coates, of West Grove, Chester County. Mr. Coates was a prominent and influential citizen of Chester County; also a member of the Society of Friends.

The acquaintance of Mr. BROSIUS and Miss Coates soon ripened into the strongest mutual attachment, with the usual result; and shortly after he was admitted to the Lancaster bar slie became his wife, and no more congenial union was ever formed. Miss Coates had also opposed his studying medicine, and I think that her influence was more potent than mine in determining his decision to study law. Four daughters blessed their marriage, two of whom are living-Gertrude, wife of Mr. Herbert B. Coho, of New York, and Grace, wife of Mr. Clement Biddle, jr., of Pittsburg. Our Saviour claimed Luretta R., aged 6 years, and Florence, aged 19 months, under the command, "Suffer little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven." They are now in their father's arms, basking in the sunshine of the Heavenly Kingdom.

Mrs. Brosius contributed largely to her husband's successful career. His modest, unassuming nature required some one to lean upon in his many trials and tribulations, and at these times she cheered and comforted him and he learned to rely upon her wise counsel. She never doubted her husband's ability to distinguish himself, she knew his capabilities better than anyone else, and had fondly hoped for the realization of her waking dreams. Man proposes, but God disposes, and he was called home. God had some greater work for him to do.

Mrs. Brosius and family bear their sad bereavement with resignation, fortitude, and courage, knowing that the Father doeth all things well, and anticipate in heavenly mansions a happy and joyful reunion when the Father wills.

Mr. BROSIUS's career at the bar and the high esteem in which he was held by his associates has been so beautifully portrayed in authoritative classic language that it is not my purpose to mar his lawyer history by my feeble efforts, which could only serve to cloud those bright pages of eulogies presented to his relatives and friends, in sorrow and in tears, by his associates; nor is it my purpose to speak of his Congressional life. That will be compiled by Dr. Sam. Houston, of Washington, than whom no one can speak from such intimate knowledge. He was one of his nearest friends.

However, I desire to say that it was no easy task to follow Stevens and Smith as the Representative of Lancaster County in the National Congress, the grandest district in our nation, and whose Representatives had always taken a leading part in shaping national legislation. Nevertheless,

Mr. BROSIUS acquired the full confidence of his fellow-members in the House and rose to one of the highest and' most important, as also the most difficult, positions to fill in the gift of the popular branch of national lawmakers-that of chairman of the Committee on Banking and Currency.

His work will live while our nation shall exist. He was an acknowledged authority on national financial legislation, and on this important subject he cut the Gordian knot and gave us the best system of currency in the world. At the last meeting of this committee resolutions strongly commending their chairman's impartial and uniformly courteous treatment were adopted, and the members of the committee individually, regardless of party affiliation, paid him high compliments for efficiency, not think ng they should meet him never again in their committee room. After his appointment to this chairmanship he asked me if I was satisfied with the honor conferred. I answered: No; I will never be satisfied until you represent Pennsylvania in the Senate of the United States." He termed me an insatiate monster, exclaiming: "Can your friends never satisfy your ambition for their promotion?”

Mr. BROSIUS, in consequence of his ability, integrity, honesty, and geniality, was a general favorite with all the governmental officers, from the Chief Magistrate down to the porters and scrub women of the various buildings. When his death was announced in Washington, tears of true sorrow streamed down the sunburned faces of those in lowly positions in the departments, as well as over the cheeks of his associates and personal friends. He was one of the most popular Congressmen in Washington, and could and did accomplish more for his constituents than other lessfavored fellow-members.

He was indefatigable in his endeavors to serve his friends, regardless of the labor required. His old soldier constituents had his entire sympathy, and no task was too great, no self-imposed duty to onerous, to deter him from the effort in their behalf. He knew, by sad experience, the sacrifices they had made, the privations they had endured, that rebellion in the interest of human slavery might be crushed out and our Union continue one and indissoluble forever. He was the soldiers' tried and true friend. No breath of calumny, suspicion, or doubting ever tainted the atmosphere in which he moved, and no one, not even his most intimate friends, dared approach him with compromising proposals. An unsullied conscience was his guide.

As an orator Mr. BROSIUS combined the cold, nervous logic and bitter sarcasm of Stevens, the scholarly grandeur of Smith, and the brilliant rhetorical fluency of Hensel.

He was regarded as the commanding orator of the United States Congress, and was often selected by his party members to lead the discussion in the House of Representatives in consequence of his clear conception, persuasive rhetoric, and faultless diction in presenting the subject under consideration. His fame as an orator was not confined to Congressional

halls; it was only bounded by our national lines. In consequence of his reputation he was eagerly sought to deliver memorial addresses in our larger cities and national cemeteries, the honor of being twice called to address the assembled multitudes in Arlington National Cemetery never having been extended to any other person.

As a political speaker he was sent by the national Republican committee, at the solicitation of the candidates, into closely contested districts. The inspiration of his presence, his fluent, convincing reasoning winning many to his party standard. But his great ability to sway congregations of people consisted not alone in his eloquence. His sterling integrity, unimpeachable honesty, and unqualified veracity were important factors in directing the general consensus of public opinion. His patriotism, intellectual powers, and immaculate life caused the people to trust him with that implicit confidence which knows no equivocation. No man, clique, nor junta dictated his course. While always granting to his constituents a respectful hearing, the decision rested with his own approving conscience. In consequence of his diversified and liberal learning, Ursinus College conferred the degree of doctor of laws upon him. Mr. BROSIUS was a member of the Society of Friends, of the Independent Order of Odd Fellows, Grand Army of the Republic, trustee of General Hospital, and of this society, with other honorable positions. The Brosius home life at No. 419 West Orange street, Lancaster, Pa., was happiness personified, each member of the household endeavoring to contribute to the pleasure and comfort of the others; gentleness and love permeated the entire atmosphere. The love for the good and beautiful was promoted by the æsthetic surroundings. Cheerfulness was the predominant characteristic. It could not be otherwise, for the mother is of angelic nature. To illustrate the conditions governing the family, permit me to say that shortly before Mr. BROSIUS stepped from the topmost round of the ladder of fame into the Celestial City whose streets are paved with gold, at a time when statesmen, editors, poets, and historians were vying with each other to do him honor, he said to a friend of his boyhood that of all the encomiums ever paid to him the highest tribute was by his daughter, who said: "Papa, we never saw you angry." No one could enter that home circle without feeling it was good to be there; and while we all sorrow and regard his death as a personal and national calamity, it was here within this magnetic home that the arrow of the insatiate archer sank the deepest.

Oh, Death, why did you claim this husband, father, and kind friend? To us this is incomprehensible. Why he should be stricken down in the prime of mature manhood, ere the shades of evening began to fall, in the midst of gratifying achievements, at a time when his vision only revealed the roseate hues of the earth, when the earnest of the past gave brighter hopes and aspirations for some future usefulness. These are a few of the many questions which agitated the minds of those who ministered unto him during the setting of his sun. We can not answer; only the Father

knows, and not until the flood of heavenly light bursts upon us in the New Jerusalem can we know. Three hours before the delivery unto him of the message of death I had spent an hour with him in social conversation. He was cheerful and happy; for the time had laid aside his innate dignity and used me as a target for his witty sallies. That evening, Friday, March 16, 1901, a hasty summons brought me quickly to his bedside. No pen can describe the consternation and perturbation which seized me when I beheld my friend clasped in the embrace of death. Quickly summoning our mutual friend, Dr. S. L. Davis, we engaged in unequal combat with the grim monster. We had often successfully engaged in battle with the same enemy before. We had also met him when he appeared as an angel of mercy, but here he presented himself to us in the rôle of the wicked assassin. Our combined medical knowledge, experience, and skill was evoked, but our efforts were futile. Until the midnight meridian was far past we continued the now almost hopeless struggle, although it was apparent that we, with all our efforts, were being vanquished.

Love and hope but ill supplied

The power to stem the ebbing tide.

When fully convinced that his translation from earth to Heaven was only a question of a few minutes of time, we turned our efforts to smoothing his heavenward pathway, and quietly, gently, as though in sweet slumber, his spirit parted from the tenement in which for years it had dominated his actions in life and was guided hence by angel spirits. Nothing remained with us but his loved and cherished body. The soul had gone to God who gave it. But his works and worth and fatal zeal now claim our gratitude and grief and will embalm his memory in the human heart forever."

Nor wreck nor change nor winter's blight,

Nor death's remorseless doom,

Shall dim one ray of holy light

That gilds his glorious tomb.

The arrangements for Mr. BROSIUS'S interment were made by Col. E. F. Pierce, Sergeant-at-Arms of the House of Representatives, and Mr. Fishback, Mr. BROSIUS'S private secretary, the time appointed being 2 o'clock p. m., March 20.

Mr. BROSIUS'S body lay in state at his home on above date, and for hours a constant procession passed the casket, all anxious through their tear-dimmed eyes to have a last fond look at their beloved friend. The Congressional committee, composed of Senators and Members of the House of Representatives, arrived in Lancaster the morning of the funeral to take part in the obsequies. Rev. Dr. Alleman feelingly delivered an impress