deeds of valor on many fields of battle, for which his country rewarded him by several promotions. As a statesman he had few peers and no superiors. He was universally beloved by the people of his State and district. Let us emulate his example. Let us practice his virtues.

ADDRESS OF MR. SIBLEY, OF PENNSYLVANIA.

Mr. SPEAKER: As a citizen of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, I have been touched by the eloquent and heartfelt tributes that have been paid by members on both sides of this Chamber to the memory of one of her most distinguished sons. I had not anticipated making any remarks upon this occasion, but can not refrain from joining in those tributes indicative of respect, esteem, and affection which his life and character inspired in the bosom of all who knew him. It was my pleasure to know him for nearly twenty years, and though striking, as he did, most sturdy blows in behalf of any cause which appealed to his reason and his conscience, I recall no instance where even in the heat and acrimony of partisan contests he ever struck an unfair blow, stooped beneath the dignity of the Christian statesman, or led any man to question the sincerity of the motives which animated him.

He has left a life history every page of which, recording strenuous action, is nevertheless unstained and unsullied. View him as warrior, civilian, or statesman, the bold, highminded, generous, charitable Christian graces shine with equal luster in all the varied settings. He was one who loved his fellow-men, his country, and his Creator, and that love was never hid under the bushel, but shone out in the common acts of his daily life and illumined his face with that cheery smile

which we shall ever remember. Mr. Speaker, as a citizen of Pennsylvania, I am proud that it was ours to give him to his country to brighten the pages which abound with history of sons of Pennsylvania who have in their lives and deaths made her name famous in national annals.

Lancaster, one of our fairest counties, honored him by repeated selection for membership in this body, but MARRIOTT BROSIUS honored Lancaster County still more. No fairer commentary, no juster measure of the moral worth of any community, can be afforded than in the choice of such a high-minded Christian statesman as their Representative at the national capital. His labors are ended, and he has passed on to his rewards. The memory of his kindly impulse, his generous deeds, his eloquent words, and patriotic service remains as a rich legacy, to be treasured not alone by the citizens of our Commonwealth, but by those of our common country as well.

We have pronounced him dead, and what, after all, is death but the entrance to the broader life? His work was done, and well done. Why, then, should he not rest from his labors? Death is not the curse, but the coronation; not the defeat, but the victory; not a serpent, but an angel.

There is no death. What seems so is transition.

This life, of mortal breath

Is but a suburb of the life Elysian,

Whose portal we call death.

Such a life as his is too large, too far-reaching, too boundless, for the narrow confines of the tomb. Generous words and kindly action are immortal. good soil which fructify and and sweep of coming æons. has kept the faith, and wears the conqueror's crown.

They are the good seed in the multiply through the long swing He has fought the good fight, he

No stream from its source flows seaward, however lonely its course,
But what some land is gladdened. No star ever rose
And set without influence somewhere. Who knows
What earth needs of earth's lowest creatures? No life
Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife
And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
The spirits of just men made perfect on high.
The army of martyrs who stand by the throne
And gaze into the face that makes glorious their own
Know this surely at last, honest love, honest sorrow,
Honest work for the day, honest hope for the morrow.
Are these worth nothing more than the hand they make weary,
The heart they have saddened, the life they leave dreary?
Hush! the sevenfold heavens to the voice of the spirit
Echo-He that o'ercometh shall all things inherit.

ADDRESS OF MR. KLEBERG, OF TEXAS.

Mr. SPEAKER: Again this body is called upon to give official expression to its grief in the loss of one of its most beloved and respected members, the Hon. MARRIOTT BROSIUS, late a Representative from the State of Pennsylvania, who departed this life on the 16th of March, 1901, at his home in Lancaster, Pa. As one who had the honor of his acquaintance, I approach this sad duty with feelings of misgivings and hesitation, as my brief remarks must necessarily fail in doing full justice to my subject. After all has been said of our departed friend, we must confess that human speech is utterly inadequate to give expression to the emotions which stir the heart upon the death of a great and good man. We are at once overwhelmed at the thought that we have been forever bereft of his genial presence, the warm grasp of his hand, the familiar sound of his voice, and, above all, the bright and kind luster of his eyes; all, all are gone forever!

Much as we may philosophize, and great as is the comfort and consolation we find in faith in immortality, we nevertheless stand appalled at the transition from life to death. Time, the great healer of all ills, at last dries up our tears and helps us over the gulf of sorrow; it is indeed God's healing art, the balm which He employs to slowly heal the wounds which grief has inflicted and by which He again fills the heart with new hope and fresh joy.

Well do I remember my last meeting with our distinguished friend. It was during one of those precious moments when