Memorial Tribute by S. H. Taft, of Humboldt, Iowa, . 241 Remarks of Justice John M. Harlan, at the Memorial Meeting, Washington, D. C., The "Western Newspaper Union," Chicago, Ill., The "Christian Recorder," Philadelphia, Pa., The "Christian Register," Boston, Mass., The "Christian World," Strand, London, England, The "Daily News," Strand, London, England, The "Democrat and Chronicle," Rochester, N. Y., The "Tribune," Detroit, Mich., . The "Evangelist," New York, N. Y., The "Evening Star," Washington, D. C., The "News," Indianapolis, Ind., The "Sentinel," Indianapolis, Ind., The "Independent," New York, N. Y., The "Mail and Express," New York, N. Y., The "Morning Advertiser," New York, N. Y., The "Tribune," New York, N. Y., The "Presbyterian Journal," Philadelphia, Pa., The "Press," Philadelphia, Pa., . The "Republican," Springfield, Mass.,. The "Strassburger Post," Strassburg, Germany, The "Times," Oakland, Cal., . The "Capital," Topeka, Kan., The "Tribune," Salt Lake City, Utah, The "Post," Washington, D. C., FREDERICK DOUGLASS. Died February 20, 1895, Aet. 78. The world does not need to be told who Frederick Douglass was, or why he lived. So long had he stood as a synonym for human enfranchisement, so thoroughly had he been identified with the effort for its achievement, that to speak his name was to give an epitome of the anti-slavery struggle in the United States. He was a tower of strength to those whose cause he espoused. He was honored by the virtuous and feared by the mean and wicked. He was without fear and without reproach. Keenly alive to the advantages of wealth and position, their temptations, nevertheless, fled from before his singleness of purpose. His was a living consecration, and he endured unto the end. At his home, Cedar Hill, Anacostia, D. C., at the close of day, Tuesday, February 20, 1895, suddenly and peacefully, Frederick Douglass entered into his eternal rest. The day had been spent in attendance at the Triennial Session of the Women's Council, then being held in Washington, and upon his return home, while cheerfully recounting the incidents of the day, the strong, sweet Angel of Death drew him gently within the vail, and he was with God. The winter, though spent mostly at home, had been one of ceaseless activity. On the evening of February 1, Mr. Douglass lectured at West Chester, Pa., when, "toward the close, he laid aside his manuscript and spoke extemporaneously and with his old-time fire." The evening but one before his death he had spoken at a meeting in Washington, called to consider the subject of restoring the right |