him honor.

Beside his grave stood his only child, too young to appreciate his loss.

To my fellow-members from Kentucky allow me to say, if we would do that which would please the deceased most,

let us have a kindly care for the welfare of that bright child as he comes along in life, and fit him, if possible, to take the place of his noble, brave, and generous father.

ADDRESS OF MR. DRAPER.

Mr. SPEAKER: I had but a slight personal acquaintance with MARCUS C. LISLE, but I am glad to take this opportunity of paying a brief tribute to his memory.

I met him early in the first session of this Congress, I think, for the only time, but I well remember his most cordial greeting, because of my connection with his native State.

For this same reason, perhaps, I was selected as one of the committee to represent this House at his funeral, and I had opportunity to note the respect and esteem in which he was held by his neighbors and constituents. All business in his home town of Winchester was suspended on the day of his funeral obsequies, and the entire population seemed to unite in a last tribute to his memory.

His life was cut off before he had reached the age when men may ordinarily expect to arrive at honors; but his ability and the appreciation of his fellow-citizens are shown by the fact that at the early age of thirty-two he had held the position of county judge, besides being elected a member of this House. I will not enlarge upon the theme, but will leave it to gentlemen whose acquaintance was closer and whose knowledge of his career in detail is greater than mine.

I have been greatly impressed with the mortality of this Congress. Not to mention the Senate, eleven members of this House have gone to their last resting place since the assembling of the Fifty-third Congress. Several of them were intimate friends of mine, and nearly all were men who

seemed as likely as any of us who remain to fill positions of honor and usefulness for many years to come.

These losses emphasize to each of us the lesson of the poet:

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves

To that mysterious realm where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,

Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,

Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed

By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch

About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

ADDRESS OF MR. CARUTH.

Mr. SPEAKER: On the 7th day of July, A. D. 1894, MARCUS C. LISLE, a Representative in this Congress from the Tenth district of Kentucky, departed this life at his home in Winchester, in that State. When our colleague, Governor McCreary, announced his death to the House it conveyed to the friends of the deceased information which, while it saddened them, was not unexpected. His colleagues had known for months that he had been engaged in a struggle for existence, had waged earnest warfare with a dread disease, but they had hoped that the skill of the physician and the loving care of the members of his domestic circle might conquer the enemy and spare for years of usefulness the bright young life of their associate and friend.

But this was not to be. Stricken down at his post of duty, reluctantly Mr. LISLE left the scene of his labors here and journeyed to his home. It so happened that, returning from the sick room of a dear relative, the train which bore me eastward met the one which was carrying him homeward. I went to his side for a brief moment to clasp his hand in friendship and to say to him words of comfort, of encouragement, and of hope. It was the last time I ever heard the voice or grasped the hand of MARCUS C. LISLE. It was his fate never to return to his labors here. In the quietude of his home, conscious of his approaching end, he arranged his earthly affairs and waited for the summons to the world beyond. When that summons came it found him prepared to journey to—

The undiscover'd country from whose bourn

No traveler returns.

Of him it could be said:

Calmly he look'd on either life, and here

Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear;

From Nature's temp'rate feast rose satisfy'd;

Thank'd Heav'n that he had lived, and that he died.

It is sad, Mr. Speaker, to think that so promising a career as that of our colleague was brought to so untimely an end. He was young-not yet thirty-two years of age-yet he had reached positions that others during the years of a long life could not hope to attain. He had won the love and respect of the people among whom he was born and reared, and by their affectionate hands the laurel of honor had been twined about his youthful brow.

He had been a leader among his people; he towered above his fellows. If indeed Death loves to select as his victim one whose loss would be the most severely felt and whose taking off would bring the most of sorrow and of pain-if it be true that the relentless archer chooses "a shining mark," he made no mistake in his victim when he selected MARCUS C. LISLE. He had barely reached manhood. The days of his youth, although behind him, were yet in view; but when others of his age were still thinking of the follies, delights, and pleasures incident to youth he had not only assumed the duties and responsibilities of adult life but had won the objects of laudable ambition. Life had been to him "real and earnest," and he had worked out his destiny with a determined will and a brave heart. Educated in the common schools of his native county and in the University of Kentucky, he selected the profession of the law for his life work and had qualified himself to enter the practice after graduating at the Columbia Law School in New York.