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226BUNN’S OBITUARY BUNCOMBE Congressman Benjamen H. Bunn of North Carolina, lamenting Senator Zeulon Vance of the same state, opens his speech as follows “Mr. Speaker, in that sweetest and tenderest, the sublimest, and most beautiful love tragedy that was—ever written—the thrilling, the heart-moving, the soul-electrifing play of Romeo and Juliet—Mercutio, the wit of that play, is made to say, when he had received a fatal wound in his breast by the hand of Tybalt, “Tis hot, so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but ‘tis enough, ‘twill serve.’ “And so the wound of bereavement which has been made in the hearts of his countrymen by that cruel dagger, death, which removed from time to immortality the spirit of the lamented Vance, is deeper than the soundless depths of old ocean and broader than the whole Christian church, and it will remain there until the last ripple in the river of time has been mingled with the waves in the ocean of eternity. “And, now, Mr. Speaker, in coming to pay my humble but sincere and heart-nursed tribute to transcendent worth, and exalted greatness and loftiest excellence,’ I feel the poverty of human expression and the weakness of strongest language, for words, however expressive and graphic, are at best but poor vehicles for the transmission of those feelings, when the heart is swept by the rushing billows of grief that sweep o’er the ocean of an overwhelming bereavement. And so, my tongue is in the coffin of Vancer, and I can only bow my head and weep o’er the memories of him who is now sleeping where the myrtles grow and the daisies peep “ There are carpers—small and hypercritical souls—who might maintain that the fact that Mr Bunn’s tongue was in the coffin with Vance, would be more or less inconvenient at the outset of a speech But on reflection one recognizes that it could have been no more of an inconvenience than that met with by Mark ‘Antony when his heart lay in the coffin there with Casesar, and that the embarrassment of Mr Bunn could be no more distressing than that of Antony s [?]steners after he had begged them to lend him their ears, and they had sweetly complied with the request The public had long been aware of the feebleness of health suffered by Senator Vance, but not knowing the nature of his complaint, can not but feel some surprise at learning that ‘ he went down like the blazing meteor, more brilliant and dazzling and resplendent in its downward coruscations than when in pristine glory and unsullied radiance it first glistened in the firmament with planets” One has no demur to make to Mr Bunn’s tributes to the manysidedness of, the lamented senator, nor to the experience, disinterestedness and loftiness of mind of that well-known and justly celebrated statesman There tributes could hardly have been expressed in more words But what are words for, if not to be used? But the public was, perhaps, not prepared for the following statements, which inform of qualities possessed by Mr Vance, the existence of which was not commonly known “In the fields of literary culture” says Mr Dunn, “and classic research, Senator Vance was indeed suberb, for his speeches, while containing golden nuggets of ripest wisdom, sparkled with gems of richest humor and glistened with the auroral lights of the finest poetic fancy. Thousands have been charmed and enchanted with the richly blooming flowers of his poetic garden and lulled and soothed by the rhythmic flow of his graceful winding current of mellifluent rhetoric. All of his speeches were forceful in their presentation of truth and facts, noble in their ethical teachings of duty to country, luscious with the mellowest fruitage of lofty patriotism, opulent with the gems of successfully garnered wisdom, kingly in the imperial sweep of their royal eloquence, and regal in the magnificent drapery of the most ornate diction They will prove monuments to the fame of Senator Vance more lasting than marble, for on the adamantine and invulnerable surgace of their imperishable worth, unequaled merit, superb splendor and magnificent beauty the corroding and devastating moth of decay will never fix a fang” Living, as we Nebraskans do, in the very lair of the Corporation Cormorant and the Venal Vampire, and being acquainted, as we all are, with their unusual and somewhat spectacular anatomy, so to speak, we cannot ell the surprise that may be experienced by people of other localities at the fact that the Devastating Moths of Decay, should have fangs Night moths have antennae Why should not devastating moths have fangs? As a piece of natural information this is not without it value, and is respectfully referred to Prof Daniels of Omaha. But even Nebraskans may feel some surprise that there should be such a thing as a ripe nugget—which means, one must suppose, a juicy and matured nugget, ready for the picking This also is valuable, however, in the way of information and perhaps explains better than [?] Mr. William J Bryan could do why gold is so scarce An untimely frost must have nipped the nugget-bearing trees of Colorado, or perhaps the season is early and the nuggets are as yet too green for packing Mr Bunn chokes back his tears to say: “When the sad news of his death was sent on the quivering bosom of the electric current throughout his native state it opened the floodgates to the briniest waters in the stream of human bereavement, for all felt that one of North Carolina a truest, and noblest and grandest sons had been stricken down like a flower in fullest bloom and beauty.” Even the ignorant have been aware that electricity was possessed of volts and ohms, but it has remained for Representative Benjamen H Bunn—this cannot indicate surely that the representative’s name is Hot Cross Bunn—to enlighten the lay public on the existence of this electrical quality which is referred to as a quivering bosom The electricians have been strangely alient about this. One does not venture to hazard a guess as to their motives. The least they can do under the circumstances is to explain themselves. It seems a pity to interpolate so many remarks in the stream of Mr Punn’s eloquence. The only consolation that can be extended to him for this interference with the onward flow of his rhetoric is that boulders interposed in a river’s flow seem sometimes to add to its tumult and its beauty. But then, would it, after all, be possible to add to the beauty of Mr. Bunn’s lachrymose verbosity? Perhaps not. One says it with humility. Perhaps not. Listen to this: “But alas! this stately oak, the very monarch in the forest of humanity, with all of its widespreading and luxuriant branches of intellectual adornment, bathing in the glad, warm sunlight of affectionate esteem and idolatrous admiration, has been stricken down by the inevitable bolt of death, and he now sleeps in the peaceful hush of the quiet grave. But men may stalk across the stage of existence and make reputation as bright and as radiant as the blush of a dewdrop under the trembling kiss of a morning sunbeam, but never will the brilliancy of his reputation be surpassed by mortal man, and never will his name hold a second place on the tablet that recites the glories of intellectual splendor; and though he has gone from us forever, yet he has left behind him an example, and an influence and a memory that will prove a blessing to his country and a benediction to his people, for their radiant light will blaze for our guidance the glorious path of patriotic duty he so nobly trod and encourage us to live like him who has gone to his God” Reputation bearing any resemblance to a dewdrop—even a remote resemblance—are rare among statesmen But they are not necessarily impossible. But these remarks are superfluous We hasten to the peroration It is here. ‘Yes; he has left behind a radiant stream of effulgent glory. Like the brilliant sun, which sinks behind the distant hilltops and leaves behind a golden stream of gorgeous splendor, making the whole western horizon seem as if the most opulent dye pots in the studio of the angels had been upset and had leaked through upon the clouds thus giving them the tintings of celestial glories, so his sun of existence has sunk behind the hilltops of death and left behind a stream of memories that will never fade from the tablets of our hearts Unlike the glories of the setting sun, which soon lose their gorgeous colorings in the bosom of darkness, his resplendent virtues will not lose their brilliancy in the shadows of death’s dark night, for they were dug from the mines of richest and purest ore, and bright in glory’s jeweled thrown they will shine forever more. “On Fame’s eternal camping ground Concerning this last paragraph even the most audacious reviewer could have nothing to say It speaks for itself The Congressional Record must maintain its place on the shelf with the poets and the impossibles—pardon, that was the type-setter’s mistake. One should have said the immortals After all, the nation can afford to let its representatives be prodigal with words in burying our Caesars It is much better to spend words than $20,000 of the nation’s money for consolatory stimulants, as when the venerated Leland Stanford shuffled off senatorial burdens and went into the unknown. Words are cheap They also endure for ever. The first reflection is offered to the taxpayers The second to Mr. Bunn Both remarks are meant to be cheerful and encouraging ELIA W. PEATTIE. A spark from a passing engine set fire to the Union Pacific ice house, located east of the Union Pacific shops, yesterday morning about 9 o’clock The Durant Hose company was prompt in placing its apparatus in working order and the city fire department was also on hand quickly. Owing to the insufficiency of the water pressure the fire gained considerable headway and spread over the entire roof of the building before it was placed under control. A line of hose 150 feet in length was unable to throw a stream of water above the eaves of the one-story building The Durant engine, however, raised the pressure sufficiently to extinguish the flames. The loss will not exceed $500 THIS IS W Here is an Opp For S E If You W AN OFFICE B FULLY EQUIP A S Use a . . . . IT WILL BE PEOPLE ALL YO W per word for the first sequen insertion. | 226BUNN’S OBITUARY BUNCOMBE Congressman Benjamen H. Bunn of North Carolina, lamenting Senator Zeulon Vance of the same state, opens his speech as follows “Mr. Speaker, in that sweetest and tenderest, the sublimest, and most beautiful love tragedy that was—ever written—the thrilling, the heart-moving, the soul-electrifing play of Romeo and Juliet—Mercutio, the wit of that play, is made to say, when he had received a fatal wound in his breast by the hand of Tybalt, “Tis hot, so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but ‘tis enough, ‘twill serve.’ “And so the wound of bereavement which has been made in the hearts of his countrymen by that cruel dagger, death, which removed from time to immortality the spirit of the lamented Vance, is deeper than the soundless depths of old ocean and broader than the whole Christian church, and it will remain there until the last ripple in the river of time has been mingled with the waves in the ocean of eternity. “And, now, Mr. Speaker, in coming to pay my humble but sincere and heart-nursed tribute to transcendent worth, and exalted greatness and loftiest excellence,’ I feel the poverty of human expression and the weakness of strongest language, for words, however expressive and graphic, are at best but poor vehicles for the transmission of those feelings, when the heart is swept by the rushing billows of grief that sweep o’er the ocean of an overwhelming bereavement. And so, my tongue is in the coffin of Vancer, and I can only bow my head and weep o’er the memories of him who is now sleeping where the myrtles grow and the daisies peep “ There are carpers—small and hypercritical souls—who might maintain that the fact that Mr Bunn’s tongue was in the coffin with Vance, would be more or less inconvenient at the outset of a speech But on reflection one recognizes that it could have been no more of an inconvenience than that met with by Mark ‘Antony when his heart lay in the coffin there with Casesar, and that the embarrassment of Mr Bunn could be no more distressing than that of Antony s [?]steners after he had begged them to lend him their ears, and they had sweetly complied with the request The public had long been aware of the feebleness of health suffered by Senator Vance, but not knowing the nature of his complaint, can not but feel some surprise at learning that ‘ he went down like the blazing meteor, more brilliant and dazzling and resplendent in its downward coruscations than when in pristine glory and unsullied radiance it first glistened in the firmament with planets” One has no demur to make to Mr Bunn’s tributes to the manysidedness of, the lamented senator, nor to the experience, disinterestedness and loftiness of mind of that well-known and justly celebrated statesman There tributes could hardly have been expressed in more words But what are words for, if not to be used? But the public was, perhaps, not prepared for the following statements, which inform of qualities possessed by Mr Vance, the existence of which was not commonly known “In the fields of literary culture” says Mr Dunn, “and classic research, Senator Vance was indeed suberb, for his speeches, while containing golden nuggets of ripest wisdom, sparkled with gems of richest humor and glistened with the auroral lights of the finest poetic fancy. Thousands have been charmed and enchanted with the richly blooming flowers of his poetic garden and lulled and soothed by the rhythmic flow of his graceful winding current of mellifluent rhetoric. All of his speeches were forceful in their presentation of truth and facts, noble in their ethical teachings of duty to country, luscious with the mellowest fruitage of lofty patriotism, opulent with the gems of successfully garnered wisdom, kingly in the imperial sweep of their royal eloquence, and regal in the magnificent drapery of the most ornate diction They will prove monuments to the fame of Senator Vance more lasting than marble, for on the adamantine and invulnerable surgace of their imperishable worth, unequaled merit, superb splendor and magnificent beauty the corroding and devastating moth of decay will never fix a fang” Living, as we Nebraskans do, in the very lair of the Corporation Cormorant and the Venal Vampire, and being acquainted, as we all are, with their unusual and somewhat spectacular anatomy, so to speak, we cannot ell the surprise that may be experienced by people of other localities at the fact that the Devastating Moths of Decay, should have fangs Night moths have antennae Why should not devastating moths have fangs? As a piece of natural information this is not without it value, and is respectfully referred to Prof Daniels of Omaha. But even Nebraskans may feel some surprise that there should be such a thing as a ripe nugget—which means, one must suppose, a juicy and matured nugget, ready for the picking This also is valuable, however, in the way of information and perhaps explains better than [?] Mr. William J Bryan could do why gold is so scarce An untimely frost must have nipped the nugget-bearing trees of Colorado, or perhaps the season is early and the nuggets are as yet too green for packing Mr Bunn chokes back his tears to say: “When the sad news of his death was sent on the quivering bosom of the electric current throughout his native state it opened the floodgates to the briniest waters in the stream of human bereavement, for all felt that one of North Carolina a truest, and noblest and grandest sons had been stricken down like a flower in fullest bloom and beauty.” Even the ignorant have been aware that electricity was possessed of volts and ohms, but it has remained for Representative Benjamen H Bunn—this cannot indicate surely that the representative’s name is Hot Cross Bunn—to enlighten the lay public on the existence of this electrical quality which is referred to as a quivering bosom The electricians have been strangely alient about this. One does not venture to hazard a guess as to their motives. The least they can do under the circumstances is to explain themselves. It seems a pity to interpolate so many remarks in the stream of Mr Punn’s eloquence. The only consolation that can be extended to him for this interference with the onward flow of his rhetoric is that boulders interposed in a river’s flow seem sometimes to add to its tumult and its beauty. But then, would it, after all, be possible to add to the beauty of Mr. Bunn’s lachrymose verbosity? Perhaps not. One says it with humility. Perhaps not. Listen to this: “But alas! this stately oak, the very monarch in the forest of humanity, with all of its widespreading and luxuriant branches of intellectual adornment, bathing in the glad, warm sunlight of affectionate esteem and idolatrous admiration, has been stricken down by the inevitable bolt of death, and he now sleeps in the peaceful hush of the quiet grave. But men may stalk across the stage of existence and make reputation as bright and as radiant as the blush of a dewdrop under the trembling kiss of a morning sunbeam, but never will the brilliancy of his reputation be surpassed by mortal man, and never will his name hold a second place on the tablet that recites the glories of intellectual splendor; and though he has gone from us forever, yet he has left behind him an example, and an influence and a memory that will prove a blessing to his country and a benediction to his people, for their radiant light will blaze for our guidance the glorious path of patriotic duty he so nobly trod and encourage us to live like him who has gone to his God” Reputation bearing any resemblance to a dewdrop—even a remote resemblance—are rare among statesmen But they are not necessarily impossible. But these remarks are superfluous We hasten to the peroration It is here. ‘Yes; he has left behind a radiant stream of effulgent glory. Like the brilliant sun, which sinks behind the distant hilltops and leaves behind a golden stream of gorgeous splendor, making the whole western horizon seem as if the most opulent dye pots in the studio of the angels had been upset and had leaked through upon the clouds thus giving them the tintings of celestial glories, so his sun of existence has sunk behind the hilltops of death and left behind a stream of memories that will never fade from the tablets of our hearts Unlike the glories of the setting sun, which soon lose their gorgeous colorings in the bosom of darkness, his resplendent virtues will not lose their brilliancy in the shadows of death’s dark night, for they were dug from the mines of richest and purest ore, and bright in glory’s jeweled thrown they will shine forever more. “On Fame’s eternal camping ground Concerning this last paragraph even the most audacious reviewer could have nothing to say It speaks for itself The Congressional Record must maintain its place on the shelf with the poets and the impossibles—pardon, that was the type-setter’s mistake. One should have said the immortals After all, the nation can afford to let its representatives be prodigal with words in burying our Caesars It is much better to spend words than $20,000 of the nation’s money for consolatory stimulants, as when the venerated Leland Stanford shuffled off senatorial burdens and went into the unknown. Words are cheap They also endure for ever. The first reflection is offered to the taxpayers The second to Mr. Bunn Both remarks are meant to be cheerful and encouraging ELIA W. PEATTIE. A spark from a passing engine set fire to the Union Pacific ice house, located east of the Union Pacific shops, yesterday morning about 9 o’clock The Durant Hose company was prompt in placing its apparatus in working order and the city fire department was also on hand quickly. Owing to the insufficiency of the water pressure the fire gained considerable headway and spread over the entire roof of the building before it was placed under control. A line of hose 150 feet in length was unable to throw a stream of water above the eaves of the one-story building The Durant engine, however, raised the pressure sufficiently to extinguish the flames. The loss will not exceed $500 THIS IS W Here is an Opp For S E If You W AN OFFICE B FULLY EQUIP A S Use a . . . . IT WILL BE PEOPLE ALL YO W per word for the first sequen insertion. |