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the gentleman from Alabama. Now, I want to say to the gentleman from Alabama that if he ever comes into the cold North and to the town of Norwalk, Conn., and does not find the home of E. J. Hill, I shall feel that I have a personal grievance against him.
I appreciate thoroughly the assistance we have had from the Chair, and in the absence of the ranking Republican member of the committee (Mr. Fowler] I want to reciprocate every kind wish which he has expressed for us and our hopes for his future prosperity and advancement.
Mr. BROSIUs. The cordiality of expression which has been evinced is exceedingly gratifying to the Chair, and it suggests what must be a solace and satisfaction to every member of the committee, the reflection that there has not been an unkind word uttered around this table for the two years the committee has occupied this room. Each one has done his own part with a perfect recognition of the right of every other one to do his duty as he saw it.
Mr. CAPRON. It is suggested by my colleague on the left [Mr. Lovering] that as we are now to part as members of this committee, misfortunes which come to mortals face us, and that there are other breaks to occur in our ranks, that it would be well at this time to occupy a moment in referring to other gentlemen besides Brother Stallings who are to leave us, and I wish to say to Mr. Driggs, who also leaves Congress and us, not to return, and also in the absence of our genial and long-time member, Mr. Cox, who has been a working member of this committee, of such value to the committee with his broad views-not sectional-broad enough to take in the whole country from the standpoint of his great mind upon these questions, and also of the intelligence and interest which Brother Driggs has brought to it in his connection with the committee, and that the committee can not part with these gentlemen, knowing that they are not to return to us again, without an expression of our profound regard, which is intensified and crystallized into love, and I hope in going from us and from Congress that they will retain a tender place in the hearts of their colleagues on the Banking and Currency Committee, which I know would be voiced by every member of the Fifty-sixth Congress if they had the opportunity.
Mr. DRIGGS. It is not very often that a man who represents a part of the great Tammany organization is overcome with embarrassment, but upon this occasion in replying to Mr. Capron I am overcome. I desire to thank the chairman of this committee and the members of the majority of this committee for their uniform courtesy and kindliness to me since I have been a member of this committee. I desire to thank them for the opportunities they have given me here and on the floor of the House, and I desire also especially to thank my Democratic colleagues. When I came here in the Fifty-fifth Congress my views on the money question were in direct contradistinction to their views. I believe there was only one other Democrat in the House at that time
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who held the views I did on the money question; and, notwithstanding that, the gentlemen from the South and West, whether members of this committee or other members of the House, did not insult me, notwithstanding the animus there might have been against Gold Democrats generally, but they conceded that I was honest in my opinion, and they respected me the more because I stood up for what I believed to be right, I will simply add, in conclusion, that when the Speaker told me I was to be appointed a member of the Committee on Banking and Currency, I told him I had not the banking knowledge, experience, or ability to serve on this committee; but you gentlemen have made the service on this committee an easy possibility--you have made it an educational possibility. I thank the chairman and all of you for the courtesy and kindness which you have shown to me, Driggs, the Gold Democrat.
Mr. TALBERT. I ask a rising vote upon my resolution.
ADDRESS OF MR. PALMER, OF PENNSYLVANIA. Mr. SPEAKER: The last time I saw him whose death we mourn he was full of robust life and high ambition. His speech pictured with a master's skill the growth and grandeur of the Republic and the glory that is in store for it in the years that are to come. He had no thought of death, but was looking forward, planning for future years of work and usefulness. Oh, what had he to do with cruel death who was so full of life, or death
with him, That he shouldst die before he had grown old!
To solve the question why the good are cut off in the midst of their years and honors and others who could well be spared are left is a hopeless task. In no case more so than in that of MARRIOTT BROSIUS. He was in the prime of his strength and manhood, respected and beloved by his people whom he had served long and well, honored throughout his State as a conscientious toiler in the interests of pure politics, public morality, and good government.
To him the performance of duty was the highest consideration; where its path led, there he walked. No belted knight ever held a higher sense of chivalric devotion to duty. He was a man of ideals, conscience, and convictions. His ideals were high and noble, his conscience active in shaping his daily life, and his convictions were always on the side of truth, justice, and liberty. He never stopped to count the cost to himself when the question was one between human rights and human wrongs. His voice was always for freedom
and equality. For the laboring poor his sympathy was broad and his help never failing. To lift up the weak in their battle with the strong was for him religious duty; in its performance he never faltered. No poor man who applied to him ever lacked for an advocate because he could bring no fee. His profession was an instrumentality for righting wrongs, not for the accumulation of wealth. He never “crooked the pregnant hinges of the knee, that thrift might follow fawning."
He loved his God, his country, and his fellow-men, and did of his endeavor to serve them all. It is not wonderful that through all the fertile valleys and smiling plains of Lancaster, which are as fair as any that lie under the shining sun, his death struck terror and dismay, or that the people whom he had known, high and low, felt a sense of personal loss. Their brave leader lay dead, stricken in the fullness of his strength, in the prime of his life, in the height of his mental power. Who could take his place? The brilliant advocate, the experienced statesman, the brave soldier, the true patriot, was slain before his time. It was terrible. There are deaths which admit of alleviating suggestions. In this case there are none. Only in sublime faith that can say, “Even though He slay me, yet will I trust Him,” can those who mourn find relief
Death smote him with relentless hand; he has gone out of sight forever. His cheery presence will gladden his dear ones no more. His voice, eloquent on the side of justice and right, is still. MARRIOTT BROSIUS is dead.
He gave his honors to the world again,
His blessed part to Heaven, and sleeps in peace. Joining all who knew and loved him, we mourn his loss and turn aside for a moment from the rush and roar of lise to pay to his memory a last tribute of respect and to crown him with the honor that is his due.
ADDRESS OF MR. SHOWALTER, OF PENNSYLVANIA.
Mr. SPEAKER: MARRIOTT BROSIUS was my friend. I remember well the kindly greeting he gave me when I first entered the Fifty-fifth Congress. I had known him for years as one of Pennsylvania's gifted sons, but had never met him. I shall never forget our first meeting. Congress was in extraordinary session in the spring of 1897. I had just been sworn in. Mr. BROSIUS was the first to greet and welcome me. From that day a warm friendship sprung up between us—a friendship that was never chilled. He was my friend. I loved him for his genial nature, his broad intellect, his wonderful endowments, his exalted patriotism, and his dauntless manhood. MARRIOTT BROSIUS was as brave as a lion and as gentle as a child; he was courageous and gentle; he knew no fear. He was generous, kind, loving, and true. The great heart that beat for other's woes, that cherished no resentments, that held only affection, lies still in death. The gentle hand that so often ministered to alleviate suffering lies pulseless and cold. He is dead, but his memory and his achievements will never die; they are imperishable, and will endure till time shall be no more. The record of his noble life is full of devotion to duty. He was among the first of Pennsylvania's 350,000 loyal sons who responded to their country's call in the dark days of the sixties, when the war cloud hovered o'er our land, when our misguided brethren of the Southland sought to establish another republic upon our soil.
His career as a soldier of the Union was characterized by