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Life and Charactei^ 

Julian Hartridge, 









Congress of the United States, 
In the House of Representatives, February 24, 1S79. 
Resolved by the House of Representatives {the Senate concurring). That twelve 
thousand copies of the memorial adBresses delivered in the Senate and House of 
Representatives upon the late Julian Hartridge, late a Representative from the 
State of Georgia, be printed; of which three thousand copies shall be for the use 
of the Senate and nine thousand for the use of the House of Representatives. 

GEO. M. ADAMS, Clerk. 

AUG 6 1908 
.D. or a 


Death of Julian Hartridge. 


January S, 1879. 

Mr. Cook. Mr. Speaker, it is my painful duty to announce the 
death of my colleague, Hon. Jultan Hartridge, which took place 
at his room in this city at si.\ and a half o'clock this morning. At 
some future time I shall ask that a day be set for the consideration 
of appropriate obituary resolutions. I offer now the resolutions which 
I send to the desk. 

The Clerk read as follows : 

Resolved, That the House has heard with sincere regret the an- 
nouncement of the death of Hon. Julian Hartridge, late a Repre- 
sentative from the State of Georgia. 

Resolved by the House of Representalives {the Senate concurniig), 
That a special joint committee of seven Members and three Senators 
be appointed to take order for superintending the funeral and to 
escort the remains of the deceased to his late residence in Georgia ; 
and the necessary expenses attending the execution of this order shall 
be paid out of the contingent fund of the House. 

Resolved, That the Clerk communicate the foregoing resolutions 
to the Senate. 

Resolved, That as a mark of respect to the memory of the deceased 
this House do now adjourn. 

The resolutions were unanimously adopted. 


The Speaker announced the appointment of the following-named 
members as the committee on the part of the House under the sec- 
ond resolution : Mr. Philip Cook, of Georgia; Mr. Samuel S. Cox, 
of New York; Mr. George C. Cabell, of Virginia; Mr. Joseph C. 
Stone, of Iowa; Mr. Robert H. M. Davidson, of Florida; Mr. 
Carter H. Harrison, of Illinois; and Mr. John I. Mitchell, of 
Pennsylvania; and then, in accordance with the last resolution, the 
House (at twelve o'clock and twenty minutes p. m.) adjourned. 

January 9, 1879. 

Mr. Cook. I offer the following resolutions. 

The Clerk read as follows : 

Resolved, That the funeral ceremonies of Hon. Julian Hart- 
ridge, late a Representative in this body from the State of Georgia, 
be held at three o'clock p. m. this day in this Hall. 

Resolved, That the Clerk communicate the foregoing resolutions 
to the Senate, and invite the Senate to attend said funeral ceremonies. 

The resolutions were adopted unanimously. 

A message from the Senate, by Mr. Sympson, one of its clerks, 
announced the adoption of the following resolution : 

Resolved, That, pursuant to the invitation of the House of Repre- 
sentatives, the Senate will attend the funeral ceremony of Hon. 
Julian Hartridge, late a member of the House of Representatives 
from the State of Georgia, in the Hall of the House of Representa- 
tives this day at three o'clock. 

At three o'clock the Senate of the United States, preceded by the 
Sergeant-at-Arms and headed by the Vice-President of the United 
States, with the Secretary, the Chief Justice and associate justices of 
the Supreme Court, and the President of the United States and the 
members of his Cabinet, entered the Hall, were properly announced, 
and were then conducted to the seats assigned them. 


At fifteen minutes past three o'clock the casket containing the 
remains was brought into the Hall, preceded by the Chaplain of the 
House, the committee of arrangements, and the Senators and Repre- 
sentatives from Georgia. 

The Chaplain of the House, Rev. W. P. Harrison, D. D., read 
the ninetieth psalm and selections from the epistle according to Saint 
John, the book of Job, and the first epistle of Timothy. He then 
offered the following prayer : 

Almighty God, our Heavenly Father, we are assembled together 
this day on a solemn occasion. It has pleased Thee in Thy myste- 
rious providence to call from earth into eternity one whom we loved, 
a member of this House of Representatives, one of the chosen serv- 
ants of this people. We can but bow, O God, in submission to this 
aftliction of Thy providence, and we pray Thee that while we con- 
sider this day the death of our departed friend, oh impress upon us 
the solemn truth that we too are mortal, that We are passing away, 
that very soon the place that knows us now will know us here no 
more forever. 

Oh Infinite Spirit, apply the lesson of this hour to every heart. Oh 
God, help us to reverence Thy name and Thy law and to fear Thee 
as the beginning of wisdom, to give Thee our heart-service, to dedi- 
cate our lives to Thy glory upon the earth, that we may fulfill e\'ery 
duty, that with fidelity in all things we may honor Thy name and 
serve our generation. 

Oh God, look in pity, in tender compassion, upon the family of 
this deceased brother. Oh Thou that hast promised to be a husband 
to the widow and a father to the fatherless, care tenderly for them. 
Do Thou soften this heavy stroke by the consolations of Thy Holy 
Spirit; and as no man can minister to grief so deep and so dark, Oh 
Infinite God do Thou give solace, and in Thy compassion and Thy 
tender mercy may they find resignation and peace. 

Go with us, Oh God, to the remainder of our life's short journey. 


prepare us for every duty to Thee, to our country, to ourselves. 
May we be faithful to all trusts; may we serve Thee with a perfect 
heart, and when we too shall He cold in death, when we shall appear 
in the presence of our Infinite Judge, oh God, grant unto us in the 
parting hour confidence in Thy mercy, trust in Thy redeeming power, 
and in the heaven of everlasting peace receive us all at last, through 
Jesus Christ our Redeemer. Amen. 

The Chaplain next read selections out of the fifteenth chapter of 
the first epistle of Saint Paul to the Corinthians, and afterward ad- 
dressed the House as follows : 

All that is mortal, my beloved hearers, of Julian Hartridge, 
Representative in the Congress of the United States from the State 
of Georgia, lies before us. Suddenly in a day, without warning, cut 
down as by a single stroke of the great reaper. Death. In the prime 
of life and vigor of his days his sun has gone down while it was yet 
high noon. 

It is not my purpose to speak of him as a man, as a friend, and a 
public servant. This task belongs to other and more capable friends. 
Only those who knew him intimately, who knew him well in all the 
closer relations of private friendship, were fully prepared to appre- 
ciate his worth. 

It may be permitted to me to echo what I believe to be the general 
.sentiment of esteem in which he was held by all who knew him. As 
a man, frank in disposition, courteous in manner, generous in spirit, 
brave in principle, true to every trust reposed in him. As a man, 
modest, retiring, somewhat reticent, and therefore needed to be thor- 
oughly and closely cultivated in order to be fully understood and 
appreciated. As a public servant, trusted in early life with the 
responsibilities of a high station among his fellow-citizens, repeatedly 
the subject of their choice in various public stations in his own State, 
and for nearly four years in this House a Representative of his people. 
Everywhere that he was known, by all with whom he came in con- 


tact, I believe it to be simply true to say that he was thoroughly 
esteemed and fondly loved as a friend, as a man. 

His mind was clear and logical, having the peculiar characteristics 
which qualified him for the thorough mastery of the science of the 
law. His life devoted to this profession, preferred by him above all 
others, it was but recently that he refused to be a candidate for re- 
nomination to the office which he had filled in this Government, 
preferring the private duties, the labors and toils and the promises 
of his own profession to public life. 

A rapidly extending practice, a rapidly growing interest called his 
attention home; and so he was awaiting but the lapse of the few 
weeks that remain of this present Congress to retire to his native 
place and give himself wholly to the duties of the legal profession. 

Alas, how frail are human expectations! How suddenly are our 
hopes blasted! Oh, how vain are the calculations of man trusting 
to a long life, to a prosperous and useful future! In a moment cut 
down and he himself summoned to the bar of his Judge! 

While I leave to others to portray his character, as a minister of 
the everlasting gospel of the Son of God it becomes my duty to 
press upon your attention the solemn lesson of this hour. As he lies 
cold in the coffin to-day, you and I, my hearers, must lie before many 
days have passed away. It is but a trite statement of the truth, and 
it is one that we have avoided and have endeavored to put away 
from thought and conscience; but death is a certainty. Whatever 
else may happen to you and to me, we must die. If you or I 
were able to gather together all the wealth of the world we could 
not postpone, much less prevent, that solemn hour. Whatever sta- 
tion you may occupy in society, you may illustrate the glory of your 
country, you may write your names high upon the temple of fame, 
the world may be filled with the testimonials of its applause at your 
achievements, but though you stand in fame's highest niche, out of 
that you must come down and fill the narrow house of clay. The 


warrior may grasp all the world as the prize of his skill on the battle- 
field, and while the wreath is being placed upon his brow the insid- 
ious archer, Death, shall strike his vitals with the poisoned arrow, 
and the wreath of fame will be transferred from the throbbing brow 
to the pale memory of a man that was. 

However we may fulfill, however we may dignify, the trusts com- 
mitted to our hands, faithful or unfaithful, true or untrue to them, 
in any event, in every event, this, among all uncertainties of time, 
this is certain — that we must die. Let us not put away the consider- 
ation of this thought because it is appalling, because it brings to the 
conscience and to the heart a tremor and a fear that is dreadful. We 
must consider it; it is wisdom to think of it; it is the highest wisdom 
to prepare for it and so to live as that whenever death may come we 
shall be prepared to answer the summons. 

You, my fellow-countrymen, you who arc representatives of this 
great people, having responsibilities intrusted to you as broad as the 
mighty land you serve, you are in an especial sense the ministers of 
tlie great God, the ruler of nations and of men. Your public trusts 
will be judged by those who committed them to your care, and before 
that bar of judgment you periodically stand; but the accountability 
to the Judge of all men, to our Creator, our Preserver, our Redeemer, 
that is immediate; it is direct; it is unavoidable. 

I have no right to enter into the secret councils of any man's 
thought, nor can I come between him and the Infinite Father. But 
to-day I solemnly exhort you. Oh, to-day I dare ask you this mo- 
mentous inquiry: Are you, as representative men of this*nation, by 
precept and example giving forth to those you represent, to the 
people whom you serve, such testimonies of moral rectitude and 
purity and goodness as they ought to follow, that following you they 
may glorify God and serve their generation? The very uncertainty 
of the time of death is often an excuse for our postponing its consid- 
eration. We must die; tliat is certain. We do not know when we 


shall die; the hour is uncertain. It may be in a month, a week, a 
day, an hour hence that our God shall call us to answer for the 
trusts reposed in our hands. Oh, to-day may the Infinite Spirit seal 
the solemn lesion twice repeated within twenty days to the members 
of this House and of this Congress. Oh, to-day may the Infinite 
Spirit seal this lesson upon our hearts, and may we, serving our 
country as fulfilling a duty to God himself, so serve God in all our 
actions, private and public, as that He may be pleased to own 
our labors, Mith gracious benediction to bless us, and make us the 
examples that others may follow in safety; and when these days of 
ours are numbered and our short life is passed away, oh that you, my 
hearers, that we all, may pass out of the darkness, out of the clouds, 
out of the uncertainties, out of the doubts, out of the mysteries of 
this brief life into the eternal day of peace and rest at God's right 

Rev. BvRON SvNDERLAND, D. D., Chaplain of the Senate, then 
offered the following prayer : 

Oh God, Most High, King Eternal, Immortal, Invisible, sufler us 
not in any blindness of nature, in any severity of trouble, to doubt 
of Thy fatherhood. Suffer us not in any pride of reason or vanity 
of conceit to despise Thy chastening and set at naught thy reproof 
Though we are all as men of unclean lips before Thee, yet is there 
not in the wide universe any friend for us like Thee. There is none 
like Thee to love us. Though we cannot resolve the myster)- of our 
complication with the evil of the world, yet in our struggle to be free 
we would fain put all our trust in Thee as our all-sufficient help. 

Oh God, remember the days of our mourning and out of our dark- 
ness create Thou for us the light of immortal hope. Let not the fail- 
ures of this life nor even the deliquium of death itself prostrate us 
and cast us down with dismay, since Thou hast opened for us the 
portals of eternity and made even the grave itself but the gateway 
to a realm of everlasting honor and renown. 


Be graciously pleased to comfort those that weep for the father and 
friend who lies low in this Hall. In this deep gloom who can embrace 
them but Thee? Be with Thy servants who shall go to bear him 
away out of the great station from which thou hast so suddenly sum- 
moned him to his distant home, where the light of earth is gone out 
forever. Send Thine angels to whisper to the widow's heart and 
stricken children that solace which can come alone from Thee. Oh 
Lord of Grace keep them in Thy peace. And now, we beseech 
Thee, be favorable to Thy servants, the President of the United 
States and to all our public rulers, counselors, law-givers, magistrates, 
judges, governors, officers, and all the inhabitants of the land, that 
righteousness and truth may be the stability of our times, and that 
we may be a people to Thy praise, in all our generation, through 
Jesus Christ. Amen. 

The benediction having been pronounced by the Chaplain of the 
House, Rev. W. P. Harrison, the remains of the deceased were then 
removed from the Hall, followed by the Georgia delegation and the 
committee of arrangements, to be conveyed to his late residence at 
Savannah, Georgia; and the President of the United States, the mem- 
bers of the Cabinet, the Chief-Justice and associate justices of the 
Supreme Court, and the members of the Senate retired from the Hall. 

On motion of Mr. Cole (at four o'clock and fifty-five minutes p. 
m.), the House adjourned. 

February 8, 1879. 
On motion of Mr. Cook, it was ordered that Thursday, February 
13, instant, at three o'clock p. m., be set apart for eulogies upon the 
late Hon. Julian Hartridge. 


FEFiRUARY 13, 1879. 

The hour of three o'clock p. m. having arrived, the House, under 
its previous order, proceeded to pay the last honors to the memory 
of Mr. Julian Hartridge, late a Representative from the State of 

Mr. Cook. Mr. Speaker, I oftcr the following resolutions. 

The Clerk read as follows : 

Resolvid, That this House has heard with profound regret of the 
death of Hon. Julian Hartridge, a Representative from the State 
of Georgia. 

Resolved, That the House do now suspend the consideration of 
other business, in order to pay proper respect to the memory of the 
lamented deceased. 

Resolved, That in token of regard for the memory of the lamented 
deceased the members of this House do wear the usual badge of 
mourning for thirty days. 

Resolved, That the Clerk of this House do communicate these 
resolutions to the Senate of the United States. 

Resolved, That out of further respect to the memory of the deceased 
tliis House do now adjourn. OF Mr. Cook, of Georgia. 

Mr. Speaker: Julian Hartridge was born in the city of Savan- 
nah, Georgia, in September, 1S29, and died in this city on the £th 
day of January, 1879. He was the eldest son of a prominent and 
successful merchant of Savannah, wlio gave to his son all the educa- 
tional advantages within his reach. At the Chatham Academy, a 
school then distinguished of its kind; at the Montpelier Institute, 
presided over by the late Bishop Elliott, of Georgia, and at other 

educational establishments in the interior of the State, Julian Hart- 
ridge passed the school days of his boyhood. From the first he 
was a bright and apt scholar, standing at the head of his classes and 
mastering with equal facility the classics and the sterner routine of 
mathematics in advance of the boys of his own age. Even then he 
developed a marked capacity for speaking in one so young and 
modest, and soon attained rank as an excellent declaimer. 

When prepared for college, he entered Brown University, at Provi- 
dence, Rhode Island, an institution of high renown, then under the 
presidency of the eminent Dr. Wayland. His class was one of rare 
ability, being composed for the most part of young men from the 
best families of the neighboring New England States. Though by 
no means a studious youth or devoted to the daily duties laid down 
in the curriculum, he immediately took high rank in a class which 
numbered among its members the present distinguished chancellor 
of the University of Michigan, Mr. Angel, and others who have 
made their marks on the hustings, in the forum, and in the councils 
of the country. His powers of oratory and composition made up in 
a measure for his other delinquencies, and it is no disparagement of 
liis old and treasured associates to say, nor will one of them dissent 
from the assertion, that he might at will have borne off the honors 
of his class. 

After graduation he attended a course of law lectures at Cam- 
bridge, Massachusetts, and, after service in the law office of Judge 
Robert M. Charlton, was admitted to the bar and settled down for 
practice in his native city. Success attended him from the inception 
of his career, and he was soon elected by the legislature of Georgia 
to the office of solicitor-general of the eastern judicial circuit. In the 
discharge of the duties of his office he was thrown into almost daily 
antagonism with a bar of exceptional power and brilliancy, composed 
of such men as Charlton, Law, Ward, Owens, Lawton, Jackson, and 
others, whose names and achievements are part of the history of the 


State. He bore himself admirably, winning much of fame, something 
of fortune, and troops of friends, who ever afterward followed his 
career as clients. In this arena and in the contests which it evoked 
he laid the foundation of that professional learning and ability which 
subsequently carried him to the leadership of the bar at an age when 
most of the men of his time were patiently struggling far below. 

Yielding to the persuasion of personal and political friends, he 
served one term in the general assembly of the State, where his tal- 
ents and eloquence enlarged his growing reputation and usefulness. 
He was chosen and served as delegate in the Democratic convention 
of i860 at Charleston, South Carolina, and Baltimore, Maryland. 
The breaking out of the late civil war found him a prominent, pop- 
ular, and prosperous man. Thoroughly in sympathy with his State 
and people, he took the field with the Chatham Artillery, an organ- 
ization in which he held the position of lieutenant, and served in 
that capacity until he was elected a Representative from the first dis- 
trict of Georgia to the Confederate Congress. Here he served until 
the close of the war, occupying a distinguished place upon the com- 
mittees and in the debates of the House, his speech upon the con- 
script act having marked him at once as one of the profoundest 
thinkers and ablest debaters in a body composed of men who had 
justly won their titles to eminence in governmental aflairs. 

At the close of the war he returned to his home and profession 
broken in fortune but undismayed in spirit, and just so soon as order 
was partially restored his practice began to grow. Almost his first 
appearance of note was before a military tribunal charged with the 
trial of an old and prominent citizen of Georgia for his life. His 
efibrt in this case added to his fame and will stand as an achieve- 
ment of which all lawyers may well be proud. Though conviction 
followed of course, the sentence of the court remains until this day 
unexecuted. Debarred for a time in common with his fellow-citi- 
zens from participation in the political management of his State, he 


devoted himself assiduously to the law, and with satisfactory' results. 
When the sword was at length sheathed at the behest and in the 
presence of the civil law, he was called to preside over the first conven- 
tion which gave the State a chief magistrate chosen by the people. 
He was then and there made chairman of the State central executi\e 
committee. Soon after he was sent as a delegate from the State at 
large to the Baltimore convention, and in the ensuing campaign con- 
tributed largely to its successful result by his canvass as one of the 
electors for the State at large. 

Reluctantly he gave up his profession and consented to stand for 
the Forty-fourth Congress, to which he was elected; for, after ac- 
cepting the nomination, he prepared a letter withdrawing from the 
contest, and was only persuaded by the strong appeals of personal 
and political friends from putting his determination into execution. 
For the benefit of his constituents he consented to election to the 
present Congress, and then of his own volition announced his retire- 
ment from public life. 

Mr. Speaker, of his service here you and others can speak. I 
trust I may not be accused of stepping beyond the bounds of the pro- 
[irieties of this occasion when I say that he has died leaving behind 
him more impress upon the minds and hearts of his colleagues and 
less upon the Congressional Record than any member of his term of 

Death anticipated but by a short time a step he deemed incumbent 
upon himself in behalf of those he held most dear. 

In early manhood he married Miss Mary M. Charlton, eldest daugh- 
ter of his legal preceptor, Judge Robert M. Charlton, one of the 
purest and ablest of Georgia jurists, and once a Senator in the United 
States Congress. Seven children were the fruit of this union, six of 
whom survive, and the youngest was born at the moment when his 
father was eloquently defending his people in the matter of what is 
called the Hamburgh massacre. 


Tliere may perhaps be around me gentlemen who, in recalling his 
words on that occasion, still regard as a rhetorical flourish snatched 
up for the occasion his touching allusion to the bond which bound 
him to the slave who cradled him in her arms and soothed with songs 
the passing sorrows of his childhood. It is not strange that those 
nurtured under different conditions should fail to appreciate the tie 
that ran from master to man before it was rudely sundered by the 
hand of war, but those who saw the black man and the white man 
under a common flag and command bear to the sound of the muffled 
drum our friend to his last home, and who on that Sabbath morning 
witnessed the unfeigned grief of the throng of all classes and condi- 
tions as the funeral cortege moved through the streets of Savannah, 
will not be slow to say that all classes of a community there mingled 
in a common grief at a common calamity. 

Julian Hartridge died as his star was in the ascendant. On 
either side fame and fortune seemed to be waiting and beckoning to 
him with kindly hands. He had declined a place upon the supreme 
bench of his State, the goal of the ambitious in his profession, and 
had laid aside the power and place of a Representative of the people 
just as his name and fame were becoming familiar to the heart and 
ear of the country. 

We shall miss him here. No words of mine can say how the wife 
and children shall miss him as the evening shadows fall darkly and 
the days dawn drearily as the years go by. 

Mr. Speaker, Julian Hartridge was a type of the men of the 
South of his day and generation. He was ambitious of profes- 
sional and political distinction, but his ambition was toned and 
tempered by prudence and modesty and never marred by jealousy 
or passion. He was conservative in temper, thought, and action. 
No man was a cooler, safer counselor, truer to his convictions, and 
braver in their support. He was not polemic in mind or aggressive 
in action, and preferred to reach his fellow-men through the roads 



of reason and ]ogic rather than by appeals to their passions and 

Diffident of his own powers, he would tremble as a debutante, even 
in the latter days of his professional life, as the time came for him to 
take his place before a jury. Once warmed up to the task before 
him, like one in battle, he soon became oblivious to his surroundings 
and regarded only the duty in front. His professional associates will 
long recall his even and urbane manner on all occasions. He never 
assailed, and only when hardly pressed would let fly a sarcasm to 
show an antagonist that he wore steel and knew its use. Thoroughly 
grounded in the law, he despised its technicalities, loved its broad 
and ruling principles, and rested the cause of his clients upon the 
foundations of logic and reason; but when yoked to the weaker side, 
he could cloak under a smooth and captivating eloquence an auda- 
cious sophistry calculated to baffle the soundest judgment. He was 
a thinker rather than a student, was restless in the presence of labor, 
yet when the necessity could no longer be postponed was capable of 
almost superhuman effort in the way of self-abstraction and incessant 

In private life he was quiet, gentle, and unobtrusive; so shy some- 
times that those who knew him little mistook for hauteur what was 
really a modest reserve. 

As a husband and father, he was kind and indulgent to a fault. To 
his children he was always a playmate and friend; and, once nestled 
in the bosom of his family, it took matters of moment to call him 

As a statesman, he was broad and liberal, and well illustrated the 
State that gave him to the Federal Council. Within the sound of 
my voice are those who will recall his words and bearing in the last 
perilous crisis of the Republic. When the sword was threatening to 
sever the Gordian knot made by a doubtful election, and revolution 
threatened to rear its head within these halls, here, under this broad 


shield of the State of Georgia, he, in a spirit of justice, wisdom, and 
moderation, gave his adhesion to a plan of adjustment which averted 
another internecine strife with all of its attendant horrors. 

He was not without faults. In common with his fellows, he took 
place on the lower side of that line which divides Omnipotence from 
frailty, and marks the difference between man and his Maker. 
Though never a professor of the tenets of any Church, he respected 
profoundly those who honestly and consistently adhered to them, 
and himself cherished an abiding faith in the great cardinal and 
catholic principles of the Christian religion. 

His death, Mr. Speaker, furnishes us with another striking instance 
of the uncertain tenure of our lives. But yesterday the people of 
his district called to his vacant chair the judge under whose sittings 
he won his earliest professional triumphs, the now Nestor of the bar 
of Georgia. 

His last public duty was the preparation of an argument upon one 
of the great questions now pending before this Congress; I refer to 
the Geneva award. Just as this was finished and he was preparing 
to obey the mandates of this House in another and a distant field of 
duty, the summons came. 

In the Southern land where he sleeps the spring flowers are already 
beginning to bud and blossom on his grave; fit emblems of the im- 
mortality of the soul whose casket moulders beneath. 

Mr. Speaker, Georgia left upon the battle-fields of the late war the 
very flower of her chivalry. The young, the gifted, the brave of her 
children she sacrificed upon the altar of her convictions. Is it to be 
wondered, then, that she should like a mother hug closer to her 
bosom those that the storm had spared ? 

Upon those that came back mangled of limb or crushed in heart 
she relied for strength and guidance in the future, and upon none did 
she lean more heavily than upon Julian Hartridge. And as to-day 
she bends in woe over his newly made grave, may she not ask her 

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sister States to forget the strifes and estrangements of the past and 
mourn with her for the untimely closing of a life so adorned with 
noble effort in the past and so full of promise for the coming years — 
years that will never come ? 

Mr. Speaker, I move the adoption of the resolutions I have sent to 
the Clerk's desk. 


There are some emotions, Mr. Speaker, which lie forever beyond 
the domain of human language. The subHmest effort of inspired 
poesy would be foiled in the vain endeavor to seek them an expres- 
sion. Any attempt to embody them in words would be but an empty 
mockery. They find utterance only in the silent tear, the broken sob, 
or the waihng cry. 

Such is the voiceless anguish that swells the aching heart as we 
look for the last time upon the still, pale features of one we have 
loved, and realize in his pulseless form all the terrible fact of death; 
that the melody of nature is hushed forever to his " dull, cold ear," 
and that the cheerful sun will rise and set on busy, joyous millions 
through all the cycles of coming time, but bring no light to his fixed 
and rayless eye. 

Yet, sir, there is in every human bosom a resistless instinct, a con- 
stant longing to testify in some manner its yearning for the " loved 
and lost." The fading wreath which affection's hand has twined about 
the lowly tomb of humble poverty, and the gorgeous mausoleum, with 
its chiseled columns and storied hatchments, and all the marble pomp 
with which grandeur mourns magnificently over departed pride, alike 
remind us of this mournful duty to the dead. In obedience to that 
heartfelt impulse, in the discharge of the highest, holiest ofRce of friend- 
ship, I rise to second the resolutions which have just been offered. 
In doing so I w^ould not insult the memory of my lamented friend by 


indulging in an empty, inflated eulogy. I simply desire to place on 
record, in the simple, unaffected language of affection, my own im- 
pressions of his character as I saw it illustrated in the quiet walks of 
social life as well as in the arena of public duty. 

My acquaintance with Mr. Hartridge began with the opening of 
the Forty-fourth Congress, when a certain congeniality in taste and 
disposition soon brought us into relations of more than ordinary inti- 
macy. It was not, however, untU we became more closely and con- 
stantly associated as colleagues on the Committee on the Judiciary in 
the present Congress that I came to know him fully and appreciate 
his real worth. 

Handsome in person, accomplished in intellect, polished in man- 
ners, the very mirror of honor, always kind, always gentle, always con- 
siderate of the feelings and comfort of others, generous almost to 
prodigality, Mr. Hartridge in the social circle impressed me as one 
of the most lovable gentlemen it was ever my fortune to meet. 
There was a delicacy, a tenderness indeed, in his demeanor toward 
his associates such as I have rarely, if ever, seen equaled, and which 
rendered him at once the favorite of those with whom he came in 

As a lawyer Mr. Hartridge was rarely equipped. Endowed by 
nature with an intellect singularly adapted to the discernment of truth 
and embellished by literary attainments of the most liberal descrip- 
tion acquired in the best institutions of learning in the country, he 
brought to the pursuit of his chosen profession an honorable ambition 
and a persevering industry which speedily secured for him an enviable 
distinction at the bar of his native State. His mind was quick and 
analytic, yet careful and cautious; his love of justice pronounced and 
inflexible; his professional as well as his personal integrity unsullied 
by the slightest stain; while his devotion to his profession amounted 
almost to a passion. It is by no means singular that qualifications 
like these, coupled with his liberal store of legal learning, should 


justify the highest expectations of a brilliant career, so prematurely 
terminntcd by his melancholy and untimely death. 

As an orator the deceased was peculiarly gifted. His language 
was unusually chaste and elegant as well as easy and fluent, his elo- 
cution correct and impressive, his logic clear and concise, and his 
voice musical and magnetic. Few who have heard him here can 
forget the charm of his manner or the force and perspicuity of his 
matter; and if he failed to take the very foremost rank in the de- 
bates of this House, of which he was such a conspicuous ornament, 
it was solely because of a characteristic modesty which made him 
.shrink from anything bearing the semblance of offensive obtrusiveness 
or self-assertion. 

As a legislator the deceased was pre-eminently conservative and 
just, and although a Democrat of the strictest type such was his fealty 
to his own convictions of right that he did not hesitate to disregard 
the demands of mere party exigency whenever there was a conflict 
between them. As a member of the Committee on the Judiciary, I 
but express the common sentiment of his surviving colleagues when 
I say that one more loved while he liv>.d, one more lamented never 
sat around its board, that — 

A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, — 
Framed in the prodigality of nature. 

The spacious world cannot again afford. 
I second the resolutions. 

Address of Mr. j^endee, op yERMONT. 

Again, Mr. Speaker, the gavel falls to announce the suspension of 
business, to stop the unsteady wheel of legislation, that we may for 
the hour refer to the life and refresh our memories of one who but 


recently, and so recently, Mr. Speaker, was among us an active mem- 
ber. We have heretofore dropped the silent tear and strewn tenderly 
floral tributes, emblems of afiection, purity, and love, in token of the 
unspoken and deep respect which every member bore the deceased. 
To this time what has been done by this House has been in sad 
silence, but now we come to speak to the world true words of tribute 
to the memory of one who was loved and honored by every gentle- 
man holding a seat upon this floor. 

Mr. Speaker, my acquaintance with Mr. Hartridce was short, 
commencing with the first session of the Forty-fourth Congress; yet 
it was somewhat intimate, as we were thrown together much during 
that Congress in committee. Our acquaintance being short, my 
words to-day must of necessity be few; but permit me to say that I 
find it a pleasure to be permitted thus publicly and in this national 
Hall, to speak of the deceased in words of commendation. A na- 
tion's prosperity, a nation's strength, a nation's greatness depend 
largely upon the character of its public men, though perhaps in a 
republic it may be true that such prosperity, strength, and greatness 
have their base in the inte'.ligence, virtue, and integrity of the people; 
but unless the people are represented by men of character, men whose 
love and regard for right is above that for self, the life of a republic 
like ours even must be short; but in this country, I am safe in saying, 
we ha\e been particularly fortunate in the selection of our public 
servants, and when one goes out from among us, as has Mr. Hart- 
ridge, in middle age and full of vigor, the loss in one sense falls 
heaviest upon the nation. 

Others have to-day spoken fidy of the loss sustained by family, 
relatives, neighbors, and locality, and of his excellent traits as a 
husband, father, neighbor, and citizen, but I must content myself 
with saying a word only as to the man. 

Mr. Hartridge was quiet, yet strong; unpretending, yet eloquent 
and forcible; cautious, yet fearless. His opinion or judgment was 


seldom given except after mature thought. A subject was never his 
to debate upon till first fully mastered. He never thrust himself into 
debate, yet was always ready to express himself when duty called, 
and this he would do in the most simple and quiet way and with that 
clearness and force of language and reason which always carry with 
them conviction and satisfy the hearer. 

Yes, Mr. Speaker, it must be said of Mr. Hartridge that he was 
eloquent, interesting, and convincing. He always commanded the 
attention of this House when he spoke, and, though he spoke but 
seldom, his influence was strong and far-reaching. 

Mr. Hartridge was a good lawyer and his profession was his life. 
He was so strongly wedded to it and to the attachments, comforts, 
and quiet of home that he refused an election to the Forty-sixth 

The Constitution was his constant study, and all will agree, I think, 
who knew him, that as a constitutional lawyer he had no superiors 
and but few equals upon this floor. 

In the Forty-fourth, his first Congress, he was assigned to the Com- 
mittee for the District of Columbia, where he was fully appreciated 
and strongly loved by all his associates. In the consideration of 
subjects, and in the other incident acts of the committee, he was 
non-partisan, and in the fullest sense treated and acted upon every 
proposition with a view to its merits rather than with a view to the 
interests of his party. During that Congress Mr. Hartridge so 
exhibited his knowledge of the law, and so convinced the country 
and the members of the House of his ability as a lawyer and of his 
strong common sense as a legislator, that the fact could not be ig- 
nored that his place was on the Judiciary Committee, and the Speaker 
without hesitation, as I am informed, made the assignment, and I am 
happy to say that no member on this floor to my knowledge ever 
questioned the propriety of the act or his fitness for the position, but, 
on the other hand, it was universally conceded that the honorable 


Speaker had done Mr. Hartridge justice and the country a bene- 
ficial service. 

While on this committee he did Lis work well, and was respected 
and regarded by every member of it as a gentleman, a sound lawyer, 
and a wise counselor. 

Further, Mr. Speaker, during the last and present Congress my 
intercourse with members has been free and quite extensive, and 
never yet, either before or since his death, have I heard any gentle- 
man speak ill of Julian Hartridge. 

Of Mr. Hartridge I was a warm personal friend, and that friend- 
ship was reciprocated. Hence, Mr. Speaker, I feel able to say that 
as a friend he was kind, trusting, true, and constant. Here below 
man need never have a better one. 

In short, Mr. Speaker, let me say that as a man he was strong, 
intelligent, honest, industrious. As a lawyer he was studious, discrim- 
inating, educated, and reliable. And, sir, whether on the street, on 
this floor, in the court-room, or in the committee-room, in society or 
in his home, he was a perfect gentleman. He was possessed of that 
peculiar refinement of intellect and that unassumed quietness of man- 
ner that always endeared him at once to those with whom he came 
in contact, either socially or in a business way. But, Mr. Speaker, 
the man, the lawyer, the statesman, the friend has gone out forever 
from among us. 

His life-work was well done, yet seemingly it was but half finished, 
as he died in the very ripeness of manhood. 

He was full of life, full of hope and ambition, and to all appear- 
ance had before him a long, eventful, and honorable career; but the 
mysterious and invisible hand beckoned him away, and I will only 
add that from the sad event those of us who are left to utter and 
hear these last tributes to his memory should take heed and learn for 
profit the lesson it teaches. 


Address of Mr. Cox^ of New York. 

It is a wise as well as kindly custom to honor our departed mem- 
bers. When that clock points to the inevitable hour devoted to 
memory and eulogy, the conflict of opinion, the storm of contention, 
and the turbulency of legislation cease. Through the rifted clouds 
shines a serener and purer sky. What if the encomiums we offer are 
couched in formal phrase; what if sometimes they become too trite 
and general, and fail to allure the ear in this Chamber, where sen- 
sations are masters of elocution; what if in laudation we become 
indiscreet and exaggerative — still the custom is one ever to be rev- 
erently observed, as well for its benignity to ourselves and its solem- 
nity upon our deliberations as for the proper honors to the dead and 
for the encouragement of the living. 

M'hat is the lesson it teaches? What, after all, is the glory which 
so attracts us ? The answer comes even in the voice of the Epicurean : 
It is an echo, a dream; nay, the shadow of a dream, dissipated by every wind, 
and lost by every contrary breath of the ignorant and ill-judging. You fear not 
that even death shall ravish it from you; but behold! while you are alive calumny 
bereaves you of it; ignorance neglects it; nature enjoys it not; /a;/ry alone, re- 
nouncing every pleasure, receives the airy recompense, empty and unstable as 

No one dreamed that, after the many deaths in our body, this friend 
would be the next. As we heard our daily roll-call and looked upon 
our catalogue, he bid as fair as any for longevity in the chances of 
life. Ah! it was a sad pen which inscribed the name of Julian 
Hartridge, of Georgia, upon the "yearly scroll of fate." 

It was a sad fate that left him in the midst of his noble career 
withered like a leaf on a summer's tree before the autumn or winter 
came to chill and blast. Almost before we were through with the 
obsequies of others his parting knell sounded, and we bore him away 
to the endearing circle which received him so lovingly in his beautiful 
southern home. 



Various are the relations we sustain to each other in this House. 
It would take a Psyche to assort and arrange the "confused seeds" 
out of which have grown so many and such endearing relations of 
regard and affection. Some of us live here under the same roof; some 
serve on the same committee; some take the same side on favorite 
themes; some have had in our changeful American life mutual friends 
who have brought them together; some are knit to each other by 
association in their own States; and others, though far distant, share 
early and delightful reminiscences, and among them that one which 
springs radiant out of the morning of life, enhanced and beautified by 
college partialities and studies. 

The relation which drew me to Jull\n Hartridge was the last 
one. We were as far apart as Ohio and Georgia, where our parents 
li\ ed ; yet we became children of the same parent in New England. 
Our alma mater was Brown University. I was his elder in the col- 
lege, graduating two years in advance of him; but not the elder in 
that sedateness and reserve which is supposed to mark the years by 
the disposition, and which gives even to the young a strength that 
maturity does not bestow. It was this college memory of our alma 
mater which quickened and preserved our friendship here. 

Having reached the stadium of a half century of years, memories 
of early associates become more distinct and interesting. As I look 
back to those early days they return with their relict radiance and 
enchantment, like a dawn, all opaline in the sky, all diamond on the 
grass, all auroral with a joyous splendor, through which glimmers a 
mist of tears for those who shared their joyousness, and who one by 
one fall and fade. As our years "slope waning down the arch," these 
hopes and illusions, as now and here, become memory. 

Others may speak of Julian Hartridge as a husband and father, 
of his affectionate heart and tender sensibilities, and of his domestic 
ties. These, with all his reserve, he could not conceal. Do we not 
recall his tremulous and tearful tribute to his old colored nurse, spoken 

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from yonder desk? It was a perilous theme in this House, too often 
effusive in its irreverent mirth. Others may speak of him as citi- 
zen, soldier, lawyer, and man, filling with uprightness and honesty 
all the relations to family, client, state, and society. It is mine to 
speak of him as a scholar, as one whose mental characteristics were, 
as he often told me, molded and inspired by our grand teacher, Dr. 
Francis Wayland, and the corps of admirable professors associated 
with him at Brown University. 

In making up manhood, much may be attributed to hereditary 
causes, much to early parental guardianship and care, but more to the 
discipline and knowledge which education gives. Who shall under- 
rate the beneficence, not to speak of the advantages, of education? 

It has been well said that "it is a companion which no misfortune 
can depress, no crime can destroy, no enemy can alienate, no despot- 
ism enslave. At home a friend, abroad an introduction, in solitude 
a solace, and in society an ornament. It chastens vice, it guides 
virtue, it gives at once grace and government to genius; without it, 
what is man? A splendid slave, a reasoning savage." 

It is customary with some to depreciate scholarship. There are 
those who find in its pedantry some sort of compensation for their own 
want — in the lack which often attends mere learning, and even those 
who are accomplished, sometimes afiect to despise its attainments. 

Truly, it is not alone or chiefly by books that manhood is made. 
Was it not Carlyle who said that "a man perfects himself by work 
more than by reading"? But he was discriminating; for he gave 
the meed of praise to that growing kind of men that combine the 
two things wisely, and who valiantly do what is laid to their hand in 
the present sphere and prepare themselves withal for doing other 
wider things if such be before them. 

This was the education which gave us the scholarship and intellect 
of Julian Hartridge. It was peculiar to Brown University. It 
was the educational system of Dr. Wayland. It lay in the power of 


anal3-sis. It was the dissection of a subject into its constituent parts, 
to form a complete and rounded whole; teres atque rotundus. It was 
the remark of Professor Greenleaf, of Cambridge, that in the first 
recitation he could tell where his law students graduated; but he 
always marked those of Brown, because of this special training in 
analysis. Certainly the members of the Judiciary Committee of this 
House, and the courts and bar of Georgia, in recognizing the cogent 
advocate must have seen how his finer susceptibility was kept in 
training and in stamina by this early discipline. 

What were his favorite books and studies, and what his recrea- 
tions, what his habits in college life, it may be curious if not useful 
briefly to recall, although they do not infallibly indicate the subse- 
quent life. How few of the ambitions of college days are realized, 
how few of their cherished designs are carried out! How frail in 
after years seem those sustaining illusions and enrapturing enthu- 
siasms which spring from the hard rocks of study, all pure, crystal- 
line, and iridescent! It was the verdict of Julian Hartridge's 
college mates that although he was reserved and made but few ac- 
quaintances and had but few companions and confidants, he was ever 
courteous and kind, chivalric, and true to his convictions. This re- 
serve seemed to some to have an air of hauteur, but we who knew 
him understood him better. Perhaps it came from a certain isolation 
in the college growing out of sectional feeling, which even then had 
permeated our institutions of learning. 

Whatever he did, he did well. His dilatoriness and laxity of effort 
at times seemed to be filled up by an excellence when he was aroused 
which must have been the fruit of abstraction and meditation. Though 
he may not have stood as high as some others in his class, sometimes 
failing outright, yet what he did was perfected, like a cameo cut by 
a practiced hand, with an exquisite sensibility to the beautiful. He 
was regarded, in spite of certain shortcomings, as a brilliant scholar; 
and especially brilliant in the art of rhetoric. Those who have heard 



him here will not be surprised that his fancy, his susceptibility, his 
southern ardor, chastened and curbed by discipline, gave him facile 
grace and elevated genius in oratory. His junior speech in 1S48 
was on the "Superstitions of the Highlands." One of the professors 
remarked of it that never, in essay or speech, had he listened to such 
a warm and glowing tribute as that paid to Robert Burns and his 
religion of humanity. 

He was very happy with his pen, writing with fluency and fervor, 
but he was most felicitous in oratory. No one doubted his power. 
In Lis speaking he had that dash, that elan which is characteristic of 
the gifted Southerner. There was in his voice an indefinable mag- 
netism over an audience that held them as in a spell, as he "graced 
the noble fervor of the hour." He had the natural endowment of 
the orator who is born, not made. No one in his class so fascinated 
and thrilled. This was doubtless the secret and select compensation 
he chose, for any indifference to other branches of culture. I have 
wondered that he did not more frequently display this rare gift in 
this House. Perhaps in his modest regard of himself he underesti- 
mated its charm. He took no pains to excel in class-room work, 
and graduated with moderate rank; but all agreed that he was no 
idler. He was a diligent reader, especially of history and historical 
fiction. All agreed that his was a mind of unusual brilliance, but 
few then anticipated that he would erect so solid and superb a struct- 
ure on the hard science of the law. 

We who served here with him know how partial he was to his 
State, his section, and its institutions and history. Even in his col- 
lege days these local feelings were very marked. They were encour- 
aged by his habitual reserve in a New England State. One of the 
freaks which grew out of them illustrated the intensity of his local 
pride. When the class of " moral science " lingered three weeks in 
debate over the slavery question he persistently refused to recite dur- 
ing that time, because he would not repeat Dr. Wayland's sentiments 


as expressed in the text-book. Luckil_v, the State of Roger Williams 
and the university which was founded on the princijiles of toleration 
expressed in its charter passed this by as a pardonable element of the 
genius loci, which is not peculiar to any section. 

That which first gave to Dr. Wayland his fame was not his pecu- 
liar methods of teaching; it was his tractate on "accountability." If 
his scholars were not impressed by him with this idea, in its highest 
meaning, it was from an inborn obduracy in the scholar. He taught 
us that it was the gravitation of the moral universe; that intellectual 
beings were moral agencies ; and that they must have this virtue or 
be sundered from God's universe. Without it the ruler is a tyrant, 
the judge a despot, the legislator a charlatan, and the philosopher an 
empiric. It is the strength and the ornament of the soul. Without 
it what are the rudiments, vestments, and culture of the mind? 

What his constituents and his State loved in Julian Hartridge, 
was this sense of accountability and his recognition of it as duty. 
Imbedded in his nature, which never knew a dishonest thought, and 
along with his mental habitudes, was the moral genius implanted by 
our great teacher, whom the sons of Brown University ever delight to 
revere. It was this mental power and moral rectitude which Jull\n 
Hartridge bore away from the city of Providence when he began 
the active labors of his profession and filled the offices with which 
his people intrusted him. Practical education is not obtained by 
book or by recitation. Few who leave their imprint on the world 
are thus educated. There is a self-education that only collision with 
others can give. Nay, this conflict must uneducate often to re- 
educate for practical duty. There are cloistered virtues which 
ponder the problems of this and the other life, but it is in the heat 
and dust of active life where the guerdon of fame is won. 

Certain it is — 
Says Lord Bacon — 
that whosoever hath his mind fraii"ht witli many thouglits, his wits and under- 



standing do clarify and break up in the communicating and discoursing with one 
another ; he tosses his thoughts more easily ; he marshaleth them more orderly ; 
he seeth how they look when they are turned into words ; finally, he waxeth wiser, 
and that more by an hour's discourse than by a day's meditation. 

It was in the collisions of the forum, of the court, and the legisla- 
ture, and in the fierce arena of debate, when one mind sharpeneth 
another by the cunning of logical fence, that this commanding power 
was developed and increased in our friend. 

Coming thus equipped for service here, may we not say that he has 
kept with studious heed his faith to the oath he took to our organic 
law ? He stood here for all the muniments, limitations, rights, and 
powers of the Constitution as it was and is. He knew well their 
meaning, and had no timidity in following the needle which pointed 
to the haven designated in the articles. He desired to restore to the 
nation the hallowed and healing spirit of mutual confidence and con- 
ciliation. When he came hither he brought no mental or moral reser- 
vation. Indeed, he was, as his report on the reopening of the Presi- 
dential matter in this Congress showed, conspicuously conservative 
in many senses of the peace and contentment of the people. 

I have said that Mr. Hartridge had a dainty and refined sensibil- 
ity. It was not limited to taste in art or in literature. He was fond 
of flowers, and especially of those rare flowers which are of tropical 
origin. The Brazilian orchids, in our Botanic Garden, were his de- 
light. They are the offspring of perpetual summer. They cling to 
trees and blocks of wood, and feed not upon the soil, but upon the 
moist and heated air. Their variety and brilliance of color and ex- 
quisite aroma are said to e.xcel all the productions of the floral king- 
doin. Their habits belong to the atmosphere and not to the earth, 
and their formation is a portrayal of the entire scope of animated 
nature, including a inimic caricature of the human species. There is 
one in the Botanic Garden, known to science as Cattleya Warscewiezii, 
\\hich excels all of its numerous tribes. It was this flower which my 


friend was accustomed to watch. He visited the garden again and 
again to observe the development of its gorgeous blossoms. It dec- 
orated his desk and casket on the occasion of his obsequies. I thought 
he would love to have his favorite in life near to him in death. No 
poet has yet sung of this airy, exquisite flower. The rose and lily 
have had their minstrels, but no muse has yet attempted to express the 
delicate loveliness of this paragon of beauty, whose hue outblanches 
the lily and outblushes the rose. If fancy were allowed some license, 
something in our friend's character and culture might be found sym- 
bolized in this flower. Its variety; its luxuriance; its honeyed wealth, 
which, from its constitution, no insect can touch without death; its 
isolated growth amid lofty tropical trees, to which it clings like a 
bird of many-colored plumage; its unsullied purity amidst the sur- 
roundings of fen and marsh, are emblems of his rare excellence, his 
exuberant imagination, his sweetness of disposition, his superiority to 
the little annoyances of daily life and to the temptations which beset 
us in pursuing the duties and ambitions of our political life. His very 
reserve and isolation, his "high-built genius" — above the groveling 
matters of earth — give, like his favorite flower, a fragrance to his 
memory which embalms it forever in the heart. 

The community where he lived was paralyzed by the suddenness 
of their calamity. They could scarcely realize that the music of his 
voice, which melted them with pathos or convinced them with reason, 
was hushed forever. They had expected that their favorite would 
have been preferred to other honors than those which belong to 
Georgia here. Little did they expect that their beloved Representa- 
tive would end his existence before that service was ended. Little 
did they expect that only his inanimate form would return to them. 
There was some solace for their loss in the honors which this House 
and the country paid their Representative; but it was indeed a somber 
day for the city of Savannah when the body of Julian Hartridge 
was borne to them. 



In the State of Georgia few men since the day of her great states- 
man, William H. Crawford, have been so distinguished and beloved. 
All classes of all races and all professions — soldier, civilian, and citi- 
zen — united in swelling the chorus of praise and contributing their 
sorrowing sympathy. Even as the cortege passed through the city 
bearing him to his last resting-place, the mosses which drape the oaks 
of the forest added their funereal sadness to the scene. 

That gentle spirit has departed from us. While thinking of him 
sterner eyes than mine will well with tears over his departure. The 
college boy, the legislator, and the friend, these are my bereavement; 
others may miss a life-long friend, a trusted counselor, a kind father, 
and loving husband, and Georgia will miss one of her leading lawyers 
and statesmen. All the meshes which have been woven around his 
daily life to bind him earthward are sundered, but only sundered to 
be rewoven, we hope, in the better country, where "the silver cord is 
never loosed, nor the golden bowl ever broken." 

Address of Mr. Frye, of Maine. 

Mr. Speaker: I intended and ought to have made a fitting prep- 
aration for speaking to the character of Julian Hartridge, but an 
enforced absence in the city of New York on an investigating com- 
mittee has absolutely prevented. I regret this, sir, exceedingly, and 
yet I do not feel ■willing to allow the occasion to pass in utter silence, 
for Mr. Hartridge and I were warm personal friends, although all 
the circumstances of our lives would seem to have been antagonistic 
to any such friendship. He represented a constituency living down 
in one of the Gulf States and I one living in the extreme North; he 
was formerly a slave-owner and I was educated to believe slavery to 
be a crime against man and an offense against God; he sympathized 
with rebellion, I with its foes; he was a Democrat, I a Republican. 


And yet I have in my life learned to love few men better than 
I did him. 

It was only an accident that revealed the beauty of Julian Hart- 
ridge's character to me. Oh, how many flowers of friendship fail to 
blossom in this world simply because men do not know each other; 
and how much our nation has suffered from this same strangeness! 
Why, sir, I am convinced, and have always been, that rebellion itself 
was the child of this same strangeness. If the North had known 
the South and the South had kno%vn the North before the war as 
they knew each other at its close, there would have been no war. 
Why, sir, being brought together and held together for four long 
years, even in a terrible, bloody conflict, only made us better friends 
than we ever were before and revealed to each other a respect and a 
title to respect which we never had dreamed of. 

And in this House is it not precisely the same? Here we come 
from different and remote sections of the country; we come with 
prejudices of section and of party upon us; we remain together for 
a session or two; we separate, and those same prejudices still cling 
to us. And why? Because we have had no opportunity to know 
each other. In this House there is always "the other side"; outside 
this House our constituents demand every single moment of our 
time; so that only now and then is a man of the one side revealed 
to the man on the other. 

A notable instance occurs to me at this vcrj' moment. There is a 
gentleman from Alabama who has served with me in this House four 
or six years, and until recently I never knew him. I knew he had 
been a major-general in the Confederate army. He had his preju- 
dices, and I undoubtedly had mine. Yet the accident of sending me 
to the city of New York with him on a committee and putting us 
side by side, bringing us in close contact for two weeks, only revealed 
the gentleman to me, and brought into life, on my part at least, a 
friendship for him which I never shall forget. 

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So, sir, accident disclosed Julian Hartridge and his character to 
me. Had it not been for accident he and I would have been parted 
by death each to the other comparatively unknown; if we had preju- 
dices they would have remained to the end. It was the accident of 
our serving on the same committee that brought us together. He 
was placed upon the Judiciary Committee, of which I was a member, 
and prejudice disappeared, while in its place friendship sprang into 

During the long session in the Forty-fifth Congress matters of 
great importance, questions involving legal propositions that were 
abstruse and difficult to understand, were constantly before that 
committee; and each man there was compelled to exhibit what 
powers there were in him. My impression is that Mr. Hartridge 
made but one or two speeches in the House upon this floor during 
the time he was here. I know that they attracted general attention ; 
but I am satisfied from my knowledge of him that it was his modesty 
that prevented him from taking the position and holding it in this 
House to which his pre-eminent ability entitled him; a modesty 
which would not allow him to stand here by the hour and demand 
the Speaker's eye and the Speaker's ear; a modesty which would not 
permit him to put his name upon a list upon your table; a modesty 
which would not allow him to ask time from the gentleman who had 
control of the floor. I am satisfied that it seemed to him to be an 
assumption. But when we were in the committee-room, where, as I 
have said, every man was compelled to exhibit hirhself, then Julian 
Hartridge came at once where he belonged — into the fore rank. 
We had not met together for three months before I was entirely sat- 
isfied that he was a lawyer of pre-eminent ability; not a special 
pleader, not a technical lawyer, but a lawyer in the broadest sense 
in which the word may be used. He had convictions, and never 
feared there to enforce them ; he had opinions, and was ever ready 
to maintain them. 


In the expression of his opinions he was graceful, persuasive, 
logical, kindly always. His mind was clear and comprehensive, 
and his apprehensions were remarkably quick. He commanded 
the respect of his colleagues on that committee. He was not a 
partisan there, he was not a Democrat there ; he was a lawyer test- 
ing and trying legal propositions, and I can say that I never knew 
his judgment there to be blinded by his section or by his party. In 
his bearing he was dignified, in his manner always courteous. He 
was exceedingly slow to give offense, and equally slow to feel that 
any offense whatever was intended him. I, sir, came from that com- 
mittee with the judgment, and I believe my colleagues upon it will 
concur with me, using the words with their full and complete mean- 
ing, that Julian Hartridge was a good lawyer. But one other 
thing, in my judgment, can be added to that to make up the verdict 
that he was a man of perfect character so far as humanity and per- 
fection can exist together; and I feel that I can justly add that 
word. I met him, as I have said, daily; I saw him continually; I 
associated with him more than, perhaps, with any other gentleman 
on the other side of this House, and I never knew him to utter one 
word, I never knew him to do an act, I never knew him to give 
expression to a thought, that did not indicate to me that he was a 
good man as well. 

Have I not said it all ? A good lawyer and a good man ; I ask 
that nothing more, when I am dead, shall be said of me, and I pray 
that that may be said truthfully. 

That he was a tender father, a gentle and loving husband, a noble, 
generous neighbor and friend, I cannot doubt. 

Why God should have taken him right in the prime of his beauti- 
ful life, when the brilliant promises, of which the gentleman from 
New York [Mr. Cox] has spoken, of his early manhood were day 
by day and hour by hour being redeemed; when his country, his 
State, his party, his friends, his wife, and his children needed him 



more than they ever did before — oh, why God should have taken 
him then is to me and to us a mystery. Its solution can and shall 
only come in the great hereafter. 

May Heaven grant that the admonitions and warnings of these 
deaths, which have come to this House so frequently and so sud- 
denly, teach us that we too should prepare to meet our God. 


Mr. Speaker : Of all the kindly epigrams which have come down 
to us from the past, no other is so replete with piety as the old pagan 
maxim, "2?^ mortuis nil nisi bonum." When the icy fingers of death 
have seized upon the strong man; when the arm once quick to 
ward off and the hand powerful to resent an injury have been fettered 
by the heavy weight of inurning clay; when the tongue caustic to 
retort an insult and ready to refute a calumny has been paralyzed by 
the stroke of ruthless Death, then nearly all men feel that the living 
should tread lightly about the tomb, that the voice should be hushed 
in the presence of the silent one, and that no ill thing should be 
spoken of him. 

Why, sir, this almost universal sentiment, universal at least among 
all men elevated above the savage ? Is it not because there is in us 
all a vague, undefined, but ineradicable feeling — a feeling born of 
heart-yearnings, or of superstition, or of indwelling immortal soul — 
that there is an immortality in us, and that the spirit of the dead yet 
lingers about its old tenement and near to the dear ones of life, and 
that it would be pained by the utterance of a harsh word to which it 
is powerless to reply ? 

There is, perhaps, sir, no earthly thing so terrible to a brave, good 
man as that a calumny touching his good name should live when he 
himself shall be gone, and shall have left no one able or willing to 


defend his honor. A stoic may despise a slander in life; only a cynic 
can calmly sleep and know that a calumny is being graven upon his 

Again, sir, although we all know we must die, yet no living being 
can realize his own death; we are wholly unable to comprehend, 
even in the presence of that most solemn memento mori, death itself, 
that we, too, shall — 

Die, and go we know not where ; 

To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; 

This sensible warm motion to become 

A kneaded clod — 

that "the places which know us now shall know us no more"; that 
our moving, breathing bodies, so sensible to pain and quick to drink 
in pleasure, shall become an intangible nothing. We therefore hug 
to our hearts the hope that there is in us a living immortal part; and 
we cannot divest ourselves of the idea that this living something will 
hover around the places we love on earth. This yearning as to our- 
selves makes us prone to feel, if not believe, that the spirit of our 
loved dead is floating about us. So that in obeying the old maxim 
by speaking of the dead only good, we are but paying the debt we 
shall owe to those who shall follow us. 

Sir, how easy the simple task, when we know of the dead naught 
but good ! How grateful the duty, when we have known our dead, 
and yet have learned nothing of him except that which is good! In 
arising in my seat to-day, Mr. Speaker, and joining in the solemn 
pageant moving in honor of Julian Hartridge, I simply perform 
that grateful duty, for I did know him, and yet I could not, even if 
I would, recall of him a single thing of which I could say a word not 
good. Whatever there was in him which in life I blamed was really 
an evidence of virtue. 

What I shall say of him, sir, shall be said as due to one I sincerely 
loved, as a tribute to one who bound me to him by "bands of iron 


and hooks of steel." I wish to drop upon his bier a simple flower, 
fragrant with affection. I would pluck from my memory and lay 
upon his breast a green leaf, redolent of the love which he awakened 
in my bosom. I shall say nothing biographical of our friend; that 
has been better done by others. At the expense of using the egotist- 
ical " I " oftener than could be wished, I shall endeavor to paint to 
you the manner of man he appeared to me to be, and to tell you why 
I loved him, confining myself entirely to his personal characteristics 
as exhibited here in our midst. 

Three years ago, sir, last December I met Julian Hartridge for 
the first time. We were utter strangers to each other, and probably 
would never have become more than passing acquaintances if we had 
not in the last Congress drawn seats side by side. For he was a man 
exceedingly reserved in manner — so much so that to a casual ac- 
quaintance he seemed coldly distant and studiously retiring. He 
had that courtliness of bearing which erects about a man a barrier 
over which a stranger steps only on exact and palpable invitation. 
Our juxtaposition during the Forty-fourth Congress drew us into 
close communion. We discussed together the more important 
questions which came before the House. In a short time I found 
that he possessed a mind of very high order and a cultivation of 
rare finish. 

His perceptions were remarkably quick, clear, and clean. He 
caught at once the underlying foundations of every subject debated; 
and his mind, grown severely logical from his long and scientific study 
of his profession, quickly stripped a question of the tangled threads 
thrown around it by others. I soon considered it a reason for self- 
gratulation if my already-formed opinions and his were in accord. 
His name followed mine immediately on the roll-call. If he voted 
with me I felt doubly assured I had made no mistake. 

As a constitutional lawyer he had no superior in this or in the pre- 
ceding House. His mind was ever on the alert when an appeal was 


made to that chart of our liberties. He was a strict constructionist, 
yet believed that our Magna Charta was sufficiently elastic to guide 
a people whose bounds were to be co-extensive with that of a conti- 
nent. He did not hold it to be a Procrustean bed, to fit which a vast 
nation should be lopped off at either end. 

Whenever a constitutional or legal question happened to be under 
discussion he paid the closest attention to every word said, and al- 
lowed no argument to pass unheeded. On such occasions he has 
often turned to me to expose the error of some citation of authority 
or to controvert some deduction improperly drawn, and always so 
clearly and tersely as to win immediate conviction. At such times, 
when it seemed the House was going wrong, I have urged him to 
get up and give his views, and I have known him on several occa- 
sions to take the floor to do so, and then to sit down again before 
gaining recognition, as if he dreaded to push himself conspicuously 
forward. This happened so frequently that I blamed him for his 
reticence as an injustice both to himself and to the House. 

This reticence was not the offspring of any uncertainty as to the 
correctness of his views, but was from a sort of aversion to appear- 
ing to be anxious to make himself heard. I recall two or three occa- 
sions, when, after sending to the Library for authorities, he handed 
them to me, with the suggestion that I should get up and give them 
to the House. This was not from timidity or fear of failure, for he 
knew his thoughts would never find his tongue disobedient to their 
call. He had great command of language. Words apt, choice, and 
beautiful flowed from his lips as in a voluntary stream. What he 
seemed to want was that the House should be right. He was not 
ambitious of being the one to set it so. A rare quality, sir, in an 
American Congressman. 

Julian Hartridge was a poet by nature; and I suspect, though 
he never positively confessed it to me, had often dipped his pen in 
the Catalian fountain. I had a habit of cutting from newspapers any 


fugitive verses which struck my fancy. These I would sometimes 
read to him, and he had to be very deeply absorbed in business not 
to readily lend me his ear. I remember reading to him one day from 
a newspaper clipping Palmer's exquisite Ode to Light. He had never 
seen it before. After reading it he called me back to the cloak-room 
and then read it several times aloud. His dark eye filled to suffusion, 
showing how the beautiful stanzas had touched the chords of his 
heart and set them to singing in rythmic harmony. 

So poetic were his tastes that his speeches were somewhat weakened 
by a disposition to clothe the coldest logic in flowing if not in meas- 
ured periods. His mastery of language being great, his ready tongue 
was apt to play lackey to his tuneful ear, and to pour out mellow 
sentences as pleasing in sound as they were solid in sense. His gest- 
ures, too, were graceful and in perfect harmony with the euphony of 
his tones. On this account a stranger was apt to suspect his speeches 
were prepared in advance and committed to memory; this, even when 
they were entirely impromptu. 

But, after all, Mr. Speaker, it was neither the mind, nor the man- 
ner, nor the cultivation of Julian Hartridge which drew one's love 
to him. It was the man's heart, soft and gentle as a woman's, giving 
and craving love, as the heart of a pure and chaste woman gives and 
craves it. His was one of those rare natures which reconciles us to 
the truthfulness of David's description of Jonathan's love, "a love 
passing the love of women." Pythias might readily have loved such 
a Damon; and Damon might have sought to die for such a Pythias. 
One meets but few such in a life-time, and finds them but rarely 
emerging from the secluded recesses of private life. 

Loving and tender in his feelings, Julian's expressions of affection 
were exceedingly caressing. Speaking to him one day after I had 
known him some months, I addressed him as Hartridge or Mr. 
Hartridge. With a tone as endearing as that with which a mother 
utters the word " darling," he called me by my given name and said : 


"We have now known each other a good while; we are friends; I 
really hope we love each other. Promise me hereafter always to call 
me Julian." 

Mr. Speaker, this was a little thing; a very little thing; but it was 
one of those little things which are a revelation. Remember, sir, the 
world is made up of untold little things. It is an aggregation of 
atomies which looks down from Mount Blanc's old giant dome. It 
was this and many other similar litde things which revealed to me 
Julian Hartridge's great heart. Loving in his nature, his heart 
yearned for love. Rendering love, his soul thirsted for it as the earth 
thirsts for the evening's dew. 

I said that heart was as soft and gentle as a woman's. Yet, sir, his 
was no woman's nature. Clear in his conceptions, he was steadfast 
in his opinions. Clairvoyant, he despised a hypocrite and hated a 
sham. Brave, he could have looked into a cannon's mouth, and his 
eye would not have quailed as the torch sought the priming; yet a 
cry of distress brought tears to his eyes. Chivalrous, he could have 
measured swords with an enemy without a tremor, and would have 
followed honor's or duty's call into the deadly breach; yet a friend's 
distress melted him, and a woman's wail unmanned him. 

Thus, sir, appeared to me the man whose loss we lament to-day. 
His memory will live in our hearts as bright and fresh as the mantle 
of ever-living green with which the oak robes itself, beneath whose 
spreading boughs he calmly sleeps. Such, sir, was the man whom a 
loving wife and tender children mourn in their far-off sunny home. 
As the mother of the Gracchi pointed to her children as her jewels, 
so may these bereaved ones point to the husband's and the father's 
deeds and fame as their most unperishable gems. 

Cut off in his manhood's prime; his sun hardly at its meridian, his 
country, his friends, and his family have lost the ripeness of his years. 
What fruits those riper years would have borne we can only judge 
by those already gathered. Julian Hartridge filled many positions 

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of honor, and filled them all with glory to himself and for his country's 


The deeds he has done are left behind, 
The enduring produce of immortal mind ; 
Fruits of a genial morn, and glorious noon: 
A deathless part of him who died too soon. 

Address of M.r. Davidson, of Florida. 

Mr. Speaker: I appreciate the privilege, mournful though it be, 
which has been granted to me on this occasion to drop a flower on 
the grave, to pay a humble tribute to the loved memory of Georgia's 
departed son. Well do I remember the shock which I experienced 
w hen on the morning of the 8th day of last month it was announced 
to me, " Hartridge is dead." Sad announcement indeed it was, for 
it told that a noble and generous heart had ceased to beat and that 
an honest and upright life had ended. For years, Mr. Speaker, I had 
known Julian Hartridge by reputation, but it was not until the 
present Congress had convened in extra session that it was my good 
fortune to become personally acquainted with him. That acquaint- 
ance was growing in warmth and intimacy when the shaft of the 
cruel archer struck him and the links of friendship which were being 
wrought were rudely broken. Sir, I will attempt no lengthy pane- 
gyric, will indulge in no excessive fulsome praise of the lamented 
dead, but will content myself with a brief sketch of his life and 

He was bom in Savannah, Georgia, and in early maxihood became 
a member of the legal profession of that city. There were giants in 
the law there then as there are now. Berrien, Charlton, Law, Ward, 
and other distinguished gentlemen, whose reputations were not con- 
lined to the limits of their own State, but were national in their 
character, were at that time practitioners at that bar. Gifted by the 


Master, as Hartridge was, notwithstanding the great array of talent 
with which he had to cope, by his sound judgment and logic, by his 
stirring eloquence and brilliant oratory, he was not long in making 
for himself clients and a name. 

A position having been gained, he rapidly advanced in his profes- 
sion and in the confidence of his fellow-citizens. Soon he was made 
solicitor-general of his circuit, then elected to the legislature of his 
State, and when the unhappy struggle began, when war's alarum was 
sounded, he was, though young in years, enjoying an enviable repu- 
tation as an advocate and a jurist. 

Loving the sunny land which gave him birth, and indorsing those 
principles which the people of his section advocated, he laid aside 
the robe of the lawyer and donned the uniform of a soldier. He 
entered the army of the Confederate States, animated by that spirit 
which was conspicuously displayed at that eventful period of our 
country's history, both by men of the North and of the South — that 
spirit which is so beautifully protrayed by the poet when he says : 

No fearing, no doubting, thy soldier shall know, 
When here stands his country and yonder her foe. 
One look at the bright sun, one prayer to the sky, 
One glance at our banner, which floats glorious on high ; 
Then on, as the young lion bounds on his prey; 
Let the sword flash on high, fling the scabbard away, 
Roll on like the thunderbolt over the plain, 
We'll come back in glory or come not again. 

But, Mr. Speaker, the genius of Mr. Hartridge as a lawyer and 
his judgment and wisdom as a counselor and legislator had become 
so well known to his fellow-citizens that they would not permit him 
to remain long in the military service. About one year after he 
became a soldier, he was called by his constituents from the tented 
field to occupy a seat in the Congress of the Confederate States, and 
of that body he continued to be a member until the close of the war. 



Resuming the practice of his profession, he was soon in the enjoy- 
ment of a lucrative business, and by his energy, industry, and supe- 
rior ability gained for himself a conspicuous position and honorable 
distinction as a lawyer. In 1874 he was elected to the Forty-fourth 
Congress, and so well and faithfully did he serve his constituents and 
his country that he was re-elected to the Forty-fifth Congress. Here, 
in the city of Washington, at his post and in the discharge of duty, 
he was called to that bourne from whence no traveler returns. In 
the vigor of his manhood he has been stricken down — has gone to 
his long home, and we are left to sadly mourn his departure. 

By the death of Julian Hartridge this House, his native State, 
and the whole country have sustained a great loss. The grand 
demonstration which was witnessed on the occasion of his funeral 
illustrated the fact that he was greatly beloved by the citizens of 
Savannah; and as evidence of his worth and the admiration and 
esteem which his brothers of the bar had for him, I will quote from 
the preamble and resolutions which were adopted by them a few 
days after his death. 

They say : 

His character was free, open, and generous. His nature was noble and loving. 
He carried his heart in his hand. His course was always forward and manly, and 
he was free from all taint of hypocrisy. To younger and humbler professional 
brothers he was ever kind and considerate, and his hand was always extended to 
support, aid, and direct them. He has left in the hearts of survivors a void that 
cannot be filled, and he goes to his grave missed, honored, and wept. 

Often, Mr. Speaker, has death entered this Hall during the present 
session of Congress. The solemn question suggests itself now, who 
will be the next? It is viritten: "Therefore be ye also ready, for in 
such an hour as ye think not, the Son of man cometh." 


Address of Mr. Ijoode, of yiRGiNiA. 

Mr. Speaker: I esteem it a privilege on this sad memorial occa- 
sion to unite with other members of this House in rendering a just 
tribute of respect to the memory of our departed associate and friend. 
It is true the voice of eulogy cannot now reach the dull, cold ear of 
death, or bring back to life that inanimate form which was so recently 
borne from this Hall, after solemn and impressive ceremonies which 
denoted more strongly than language could express the depth and 
sincerity of a nation's grief. But in all ages of the world it has been 
held to be not only a pious duty but a mournful pleasure to recount 
the virtues and perpetuate the memory of the great, the noble, and 
the good who have been removed from earth by the relentless hand 
of death. 

If a stranger from some foreign land had chanced to be present 
here on the 9th day of January last, when the casket containing the 
lifeless body of Julian Hartridge was brought into this Hall, it 
would not have been necessary to explain to him that the nation had 
sustained a heavy and afflictive bereavement. The presence of the 
President and his Cabinet, the Senate of the United States, the mem- 
bers of the Supreme Court, the sad and sorrowful countenances of 
the members of this House, and the solemn stillness which pervaded 
the Hall and the crowded galleries, would have sufficed to inform 
him, before the Chaplain of the House had commenced the impres- 
sive services of the hour, that no ordinary man had been stricken 
down and suddenly cut off in the midst of a useful and honorable 

And if he had gone with the Congressional escort to the home of 
the deceased in the beautiful city of Savannah, and had witnessed 
the imposing funeral pageant and the universal outpouring of the 



people to do honor to their noble and distinguished dead; if he could 
have seen how the hearts of the bravest and strongest were para- 
lyzed by the heaviness and suddenness of the blow — how an entire 
community, without regard to age, sex, color, or condition, was 
bowed down in grief and sorrow and bitterness of woe; if he could 
have stood at the grave, bestrewn as it was with beautiful and fra- 
grant flowers, and had seen how many in that vast throng were 
unable to repress the tears which welled up from the heart, he would 
have felt constrained to exclaim, "Behold how they loved him!" 
What higher or nobler tribute could have been paid to the dead 
than was implied in such a demonstration from the people who had 
known him long and well? It was far more significant and elo- 
quent than words. 

He had been bom and reared in their midst, and they had known 
him from his earliest childhood. They had witnessed the commence- 
ment of his professional career, and had watched with admiration 
and pleasure his onward and upward course, as step by step he 
climbed the steep " where fame's proud temple shines afar." They 
had seen how in a few years, by his commanding abilities and per- 
suasive eloquence, he had attained enviable prominence at a bar 
whose members enjoyed not only State but national renown. They 
had elected him, while yet a young man, to the responsible office of 
solicitor-general of the circuit in which he practiced. They had 
witnessed his brilliant forensic triumphs when, in vindication of truth 
and innocence and justice, he had wielded alternately the ponderous 
battle-ax of a Richard or the keen scimiter of a Saladin. They had 
often listened to his powerful, convincing arguments, had been led 
captive by his beautiful rhetoric, had been melted to tears by his 
touching pathos, and had stood on tiptoe to catch the last receding 
tones of his musical voice as they died away in the court-room. 
Although his constitution was feeble and delicate, they had seen him 
when the war commenced relinquish a large and lucrative practice. 


sever the ties that bound him to family and home, and, as a vol- 
unteer soldier in the ranks of his country's defenders, cheerfully 
encounter the hardships of the march, the privations of the camp, 
and the perils of the field. In a word, Mr. Speaker, the people of 
Savannah knew Julian Hartridge as we could not know him here 
in the bustle and turmoil of Congressional life. They not only 
admired and were justly proud of his high intellectual endowments 
and bis brilliant talents, but they loved him for the modesty of his 
demeanor, the purity of his character, the loftiness of his purpose, 
the nobility of his nature, the sincerity of his friendships, and his 
fidelity to the sacred relations of husband and father. 

My personal acquaintance with Mr. Hartridge commenced in 
February, 1862, during the dark days of the civil war, when he came 
to Richmond as a Representative from the State of Georgia in the 
Congress of the Confederate States. As a member of that body he 
was not only distinguished for his great powers in debate and his 
persuasive oratory, but for his strict attention to the interests of his 
constituents and his unswerving fidelity to that cause which he 
believed to be the cause of civil liberty and constitutional govern- 
ment. Although he was called upon to legislate under the most 
trying circumstances, while the roar of artillery could be constantly 
heard as he sat at his desk in the hall of representatives and the 
flashing of the guns could be distinctly seen from the dome of the 
capitol, his heroic spirit never faltered for a moment, but he con- 
tinued to vote every man and every dollar required by the adminis- 
tration for the prosecution of the war until the cause of the Confed- 
eracy was lost and its torn and tattered banners were surrendered to 
overwhelming numbers at Appomattox Court House. 

The war being over, he addressed himself like a true man to the 
work of restoration. He conceived it to be a high and patriotic duty 
to extinguish all the bitterness and hate of the past and to exert 
all his acknowledged influence in re-establishing fraternal relations 

between the lately dissevered sections of the Union. As a member 
of the Forty-fourth Congress, and also of the Forty-fifth, he rendered 
valuable and conspicuous service in the consummation of that object 
"so devoutly to be wished." In that memorable struggle which took 
place in the House during the stormy days immediately preceding 
the 4th of March, 1877, his manly voice was heard above the din 
and tumult of the hour, and that voice was for peace. He did not 
despair of the Republic, but cherished an abiding faith that consti- 
tutional liberty would still live. In an address delivered here on the 
morning of the 25th of January, 1877, an address which completely 
electrified his hearers and was of itself sufficient to establish his 
reputation as one of the most splendid orators of the age, he said: 

Constitutional liberty has been before in as great straits as now, but has never 
been destroyed entirely. From the day when it was wrested in an unshapen, 
unformed condition from an English tyrant at Runnjmede by the iron-mailed 
hands of English barons to the present hour, when it stands invested with the 
full stature and majesty of manhood, through all the vicissitudes of change and 
time and blood it has never died. Time and again it has seemed to be over- 
thrown in the tumults of temporary revolution or destroyed by the vacillating 
changes of the popular wiU. Time and again the hand of some Tudor or Stuart, 
or the power of some star chamber, or the grasp of some military despotism, has 
seemed to crush it into dust. But each time the hand of some Hampden or the 
sacrifice of some Warren has proved to the world that it still existed and still 
claimed its followers and apostles. Ay, time and again the Ufe has seemed to 
depart from its body, and, clothed in the cerements of the grave, it has been put 
away out of sight into what seemed to be its eternal tomb. But its disciples had 
only to labor and to wait, and each time some hand has been found to roll away 
the stone of the sepulcher; and issuing forth in all its pristine vigor and beauty, it 
has again shed sunshine and safety all over the land. 

Sir, I stand almost beneath the coat of arms of my native State engraved upon 
the ceiling of this Hall. There is the arch of the Constitution, supported by the 
three pillars, upon which, respectively, are inscribed the words "Wisdom," 
"Justice," and "Moderation." If these three words can be the talismans to 
control our action — wisdom in the concert of measures, justice in executing them 
for the benefit of all alike, moderation in the exercise of power — if we will act 



under the inspiration of those words, and so contain and so control ourselves, we will 
hand down and perpetuate for posterity the great principles of constitutional liberty. 

He labored for the restoration of peace, not only between the sec- 
tions, but between the races also. As a citizen of Georgia and a rep- 
resentative man of his State he sought to cultivate the most kindly 
relations with the colored people. They fully appreciated his high 
character and his patriotic efforts in their behalf. As an evidence of 
their high regard and esteem for him as a citizen and a Representative 
I desire to place upon record the fact that upon the occasion of his 
funeral in the city of Savannah they made a formal request to be per- 
mitted to participate in the ceremonies. This request was gratefully 
and gracefully acceded to, and in accordance with the arrangements 
eight volunteer companies of colored troops joined in the funeral pro- 
cession, and as an escort of honor accompanied the remains to their last 
resting-place. Such a spontaneous tribute of respect was honorable 
alike to all concerned. It was honorable to the distinguished dead, 
and honorable to the colored population of Savannah. 

But, Mr. Speaker, I must forbear. Our noble, genial, and gallant 
friend has gone from among us forever. The seat which he once 
graced and adorned is now vacant. No more will we receive the 
friendly, cordial grasp of his hand. No more will we look upon those 
attractive features or listen to the musical tones of that voice which 
never failed to rivet attention here. While we unite to-day with the 
State of Georgia in rendering homage to the name of her noble and 
illustrious son, while we determine to emulate his virtues and keep his 
memory green in our hearts, let us indulge the hope that — 

We may fir.d in death 
A hiding-place with God 

Secure from woe and sin, till called 
To share his blest abode. 

Cheered by this hope, we wait 
Through toil and care and grief 

Till our appointed course is run, 
And death shall bring relief. 

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Address of /VIr. puTLER, of J^Jevst jIersey. 

Mr. Speaker: Julian Hartridge was not a stranger to me when 
we entered the Forty-fourth Congress together. True, we had never 
met prior to the convention of that Congress, but warm personal 
friends of the deceased — then residents of my district, formerly of 
his — while equally warm personal friends of mine — former constitu- 
ents of mine, then of his — had made me acquainted with his manly 
virtues, social life, sterling integrity, and eminent abilities, so that on 
that day we met not as strangers, but as acquaintances, and I am 
proud to say that such acquaintance ripened into a warm and gen- 
erous friendship, and that friendship was an earnest to me that the 
estimate of our mutual friends was eminently correct, and often there- 
after in social converse have we talked o'er and o'er the surroundings 
and associations of those friends, who had selected their new homes, 
by reason of business relations or choice, in the mild and salubrious 
climate of his own district or in the bracing, invigorating, and life- 
giving atmosphere of mine. 

When we the Representatives separated at the holiday vacation to 
return to our homes to enjoy that festive season, no member on this 
floor could have looked forward with more certainty of life than he, 
none surely bore greater external evidence of health than he, and 
when, immediately upon our return, with bated breath and whisper- 
ing sound we were told that Julian Hartridge was dead — when 
scarcely one knew that he was sick — the involuntary exclamation 
from each was, "Who next?" 

Fifteen days had not elapsed since Williams and Douglas had gone. 
'Tis true their hairs were silvered, their cheeks were furrowed, and 
their eyes were dimmed, yet their deaths were unexpected, ay, they 
were sudden ; yet we consoled ourselves with the reflection " age brings 


death, " and none supposed that our friend with such a fine physique, 
in early manhood, with vigorous heaUh, would be the next victim; but 
the destroyer came, disregarding all these apparent safeguards of life, 
and severed at a blow the relations of husband, father, friend, and 

It is for me simply to add my tribute to him' as a friend and 

As a friend, he was true, honorable, actuated by principle, moder- 
ate in counsel, just in estimate, with a suavity of manner, gentleness 
of expression, and a heart full to oveiilowing with tender and kind 
emotions All who came in contact with him were attracted by his 
personal magnetism, and by his equable temperament and strong will 
he retained all that came. 

As a legislator, he was broad, liberal, and conservative. Although 
a Southern Representative, his whole legislative life was but an earnest 
that his fondest hope, his heart's desire was for a united country, a 
Union reconstructed on the basis of love, mutual confidence, and 
mutual interests; for when poisoned shafts for party purposes have 
been hurled in this Chamber, to incite old passions and revive dead 
issues that have been quenched in blood, he allowed them to fall 
upon the "bosses of his buckler" unheeded, and if they pierced 
through and punctured the finer recesses of his soul, and rankled in 
his heart, yet he never plucked them out and hurled them back. He 
felt that he was serving his native South to better advantage and in- 
citing his common country to acts of reconciliation and love by clos- 
ing the wound from public gaze and allowing time to do equal and 
exact justice. Time moves slow, but will overtake with vengeance 
that one, or combination, that attempts for party success or personal 
ambition to revive the issues of the dead past Oh, when will states- 
men, when will Representatives learn the lesson of the hour, and 
answer responsive to the throbbings of the great heart of the Ameri- 
can people when they cry out, "Let the dead Past bury its dead!" 



The American people with uplifted hands are begging, beseeching, 
praying, that we shall legislate for the present and the future. We 
have learned the fearful lesson taught of the past; we have drank of 
its bitter waters; let those lessons and those draughts be a reminder 
to us that our care is for the prosperity and happiness of a people 
united under a common flag with a common object and for a common 
destiny; and I cannot refrain from quoting here the words of a dis- 
tinguished member on this floor, Mr. Garfield, of Ohio, at the 
commencement of this session, when he said: 

So far as I have studied the current of public thought and of political feeling in 
this country, no feeling has shown itself more strongly than the tendency of the 
public mind in the past few months. The man who attempts to get up a political 
excitement in this country on the old sectional issues will find himself without a 
]>arty and without support. 

Mr. Speaker, to show Julian Hartridge in the double relation of 
friend and legislator, I extract from one of his speeches the follow- 
ing. It was in the heat of debate, without preparation. 

The object of the introduction of this amendment is self-evident. The partisan 
]iurpose which it is intended to subserve is easily recognized by every intelligent 
mind. I should not rise to oppose it were it not for the fact that it does gross in- 
justice to an honorable and gallant gentleman, and endeavors to cast an imputation 
upon a portion of the people of the State which I have the honor in part to represent. 

The people of Augusta, Georgia, have no immediate Representative on this floor. 
The hand of Providence pressing heavily upon their gifted Representative pre- 
vents him from raising his voice, as he would do if here, in defense of the honor of 
his constituents; but there is no Georgian upon this floor who will not feel it his 
duty, his pride, and his pleasure to enter his protest against any imputation such 
as that conveyed by this amendment against a community distinguished for its in- 
telligence, for its integrity, for its virtue, and for its obedience to the laws and the 

An investigation is going on conducted by the governor of South Carolina 
through his official agents, his attorney-general, his adjut.ant-general, and his 
coroners holding inquests over the bodies of those unfortunate dead, it would 



have been well to have waited until that inquest had given to the world tlie ix'sult 
of its determination before casting this fire-brand into this assembly. 

His earnest desire was for a reunited country, and to the accom- 
plishment of that end he devoted his entire energy. His whole legis- 
lative hfe was imbued with the principle, " On earth peace, good will 
toward men"; and he became a power, for in addition to the natural 
magnetism of his nature he possessed a cultured mind, strict integrity, 
unvarying principle, and fervid eloquence. 

How well I remember, never shall I forget, and in memory I see 
him now, as he stood then, where I now stand under the xgis of his 
own noble and beloved State, looking up to the emblem of her sover- 
eignty and drawing inspiration from it, with what feeling, with what 
pathos, with what eloquence, was answered by the involuntary and 
prolonged responses of applause that re-echoed through the halls of 
this Chamber, not only from the members but from the crowded 
galleries, when he uttered the following tribute to his native State: 

Sir, I stand almost beneath the coat of arms of my native State, engraved upon 
the ceiling of this Hall. There is the arch of the Constitution, supported by tlie 
three pillars, upon which respectively are inscribed the words "Wisdom", "Jus- 
tice", and "Moderation". If these three words can be the talismans to control 
our action — wisdom in the concert of measures, justice in executing them for the 
benefit of all alike, moderation in the exercise of power — if we will act under the 
inspiration of those words, and so contain and so control ourselves, we will hand 
down .ind perpetuate for posterity the great principles of constitutional liberty. 

" Dust to dust, earth to earth, ashes to ashes," have been spoken 
over his grave, yet he lives and always will live in our memory; and 
his colleagues in the Forty-fourth and Forty-fifth Congresses will 
always refer to him with no other feelings but those of pleasure, and 
will ever speak of him as a friend sincere, a man true, a legislator 
pure. I loved him as a friend for his sincerity; I sorrow for him as 
a legislator for his purity and patriotism; he was ever forgetful of 
self. I admired him as a colleague, for he had talents the possession 


of which it was not a sin for any of us to envy him in the enjoyment 
of, and had virtues which we ought to emulate. 
I mourn him gone, but he is not dead, for — 

There is no death ! The stars go down 

To rise upon some fairer shore; 
And right in heaven's jeweled crown 

They shine forever more. 

There is no death ! An angel form 
Walks o'er the earth with silent tread; 

He bears the beloved things away, 
And then we call them "dead." 

Born into that undying life, 

They leave us but to to come again ; 
With joy we welcome them— the same 

Except in sin and pain. 

And ever near, as though unseen, 

The dear immortal spirits tread; 
For all the boundless universe 

Is life — there is no death ! 


Mr. Speaker: The whole country received the announcement that 
Julian Hartridge was dead, with consternation and sorrow. The 
people of Georgia have enshrined his memory in their hearts and 
placed upon his bier their immortelles, dripping with the tears of 
their anguish. The summons came to him in the vigor of his man- 
hood and the full maturity of his powers, and closed a useful and 
brilliant career with scarcely a note of warning. We are prepared 
for the demise of the aged and the infirm, and we watch the flicker- 
ing of life's lamp in them with emotions similar to those witli which 



we look upon the mellow glow of a summer sunset. The grave then 
loses something of its terrors as we contemplate it as the resting- 
place of a \vear3' pilgrimage. Ignoring the sad truth that humanity 
is subjected to the universal law of suffering and death, we assign 
to life's duration the limit which age alone prescribes. We seem to 
forget that — 

Leaves have their time to fall, 
And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, 

And stars to set; — but all, 
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! 

Death palsies the arm of the warrior, and he drops from his nerve- 
less grasp the shattered spear. It stills the tongue of the orator, 
and the senate and the forum are silent. It severs the chord in the 
tide of song, and the harp of the minstrel hangs upon the willow. 
It drinks from the blushes of beauty the mingled hues of the rose 
and lily, and the reptiles of the grave banquet upon the lips our love 
has pressed. Every age and every clime is monumental with its 
symbols and strewn with the trophies of its conquests. 

And still we are startled when its victim is selected from the 
strong, suddenly stricken down in the full-orbed splendor of man- 
hood's high meridian, leaving exalted position vacant, and forever 
blighting the promise of future honor and usefulness to country and 
kind. The estimation in which the lamented Hartridge was held 
by the people of his native State is shown by the honors conferred 
upon him living, and the grief with which they mourn him dead. 
He was born in the city of Savannah, and spent the gambols of his 
cliildhood and won the triumphs of his manhood in that beautiful 
city that keeps vigil like a weeping vestal over the repose of his ashes. 

Julian Hartridge commenced his education in the schools of 
his native State and completed it at Brown University in Rhode 
Island, graduating with high distinction. He selected the law as his 
profession and attended for a period the law school at Cambridge, 



Massachusetts. Soon after his admission to the bar the people of 
his country, always distinguished for their wisdom in selecting their 
ablest men for official trusts, returned him to the legislature, in 
which, at a bound, he placed himself in the front rank of the wise 
men of the State as an eloquent speaker, ready debater, and prac- 
tical legislator. He was a delegate to the historic national Dem- 
ocrati cconvention that met in Charleston in i860. Returned 
to the Confederate Congress in 1861, he was re-elected in 1S63 
and served as a member of that body during the existence of the 

He was chosen chairman of the executive committee of the Demo- 
cratic party of the State of Georgia in 187 1, delegate for the State at 
large to the national Democratic convention in 1872, and elector for 
the State at large on the Greeley and Brown ticket in the Presidential 
campaign. He was elected a Representative from the first district of 
Georgia to the Forty-fourth Congress and re-elected to the Forty-fifth, 
of which he was an honored and useful member at the time of his 
death. He was always fully equal to the emergency surrounding him, 
discharging the duties of every official position to which he was called 
to the gratification of his friends and the admiration of his enemies. 
He recognized in the law a jealous mistress, and paid chivalric court 
at her shrine. He entered the lists for professional trial and profes- 
sional triumph with a bar illustrated with the learning and adorned 
with the virtues of Berrien, Charlton, and Law, and soon the lance of 
the youthful knight was gleaming at its head. He was elected by the 
legislature solicitor-general of the eastern judicial circuit, and the cer- 
tainty with which criminals were convicted and crime punished at- 
tested the ability and fidelity with which he met the obligations and 
discharged the duties of that responsible office. 

His thorough culture, his sense of justice, his love of right, and his 
powers of analysis emmently fitted him for success at the bar. His 
statement of the questions of law in liis case had the clearness and 


force of argument, and his representation of the facts the merit of 
fairness and candor. Repudiating mere dicta as authority, he vener- 
ated the precedents established by the great lights of the law based 
upon authority and sustained by reason. He seized with promptness 
the controlling points of his case and fortified them with authority 
until his position was impregnable, and then assailed his adversary 
in his weak points by harassing sorties from his chosen stronghold. 
His position thus taken and his authorities arranged, he brought to 
his argument the aid of a style of singular vigor and perspicuity. 
He aroused the indignation of juries against wrong with blistering 
invective and won them to his cause and his client with the appeals 
of a melting pathos. 

He added to a handsome person the accomplishment of graceful 
action and the power of -a charming voice. His elocution was 
faultless; you could neither add nor reject a word without mar- 
ring its beauty or impairing its harmony. The sentences were so 
constructed as to evolve the e.xact thought with the greatest possi- 
ble force, and to flow in "Pierian streams of transparent, cool, 
and sweet." The multitude hung like the bees of Hybla upon his 
lips to catch the sweetness his eloquence distilled. His mind, 
trained in the disputations of the forum in intellectual gladiatorship 
with lawyers of the highest order of ability, who came together 
like electric clouds, flashing as they met, acquired wonderful powers 
of activity and concentration; and these powers, marshaled by him 
for the ascertainment and defense of truth, were wielded with the 
skill of a master. 

The truth was his guiding star in all his investigations. He sought 
it by the nearest ways and plainest methods that earnest inquiry and 
thorough search could discover. His resources of learning supplied 
him with rich stores of classical illustration which were used not to 
embellish, but to intensify his logic. Criminal prosecutions involving 
the death penalty fully developed his transcendent powers of advo- 


cacy. The announcement that Hartridge would address the jury 
in a murder case was the signal for an admiring multitude to crowd 
the court-room. The reports of the supreme court of Georgia con- 
tain the evidence of his research and learning as a jurist. He was 
averse to the irksome drudgery of routine labor, but delighted in the 
investigation and solution of new and difficult problems of law and 
political economy. Brave as Csesar, he was modest as a maiden. 
He had an exalted conception of the amenities and proprieties of life 
in its private, professional, and public relations. 

He seldom spoke in the House of Representatives, his sensitive 
nature revolting at the struggle for the floor which frequently char- 
acterizes its proceedings, and his modesty recoiling at the thought of 
thrusting a speech on unwilling auditors; but when he did speak he 
always confined himself to the question, enlightened the House, and 
commanded its attention. His .speech on the electoral commission, 
and the one delivered at the last session on the bill to prevent the 
introduction into the United States of contagious and infectious dis- 
eases, are fine models of parliamentary eloquence. The world is 
unwilling to concede excellence in more than one department of 
intellectual superiority, but his professional brethren who knew him 
best have accorded to him rare powers of advocacy and great learning 
as a jurist, and by common consent have assigned him his position 
at their head. 

Of his statesmanship it is scarcely necessary to speak in this pres- 
ence; decided in his convictions, ardent in his patriotism, comprehen- 
sive in his views, and intensely devoted to the Constitution of his 
country, he was a model Representative of an intelligent and patriotic 
constituency. To appreciate the social qualities of Julian Hart- 
ridge it was necessary to know him intimately. Beneath an appar- 
ently cold exterior was concealed an affluence of genial nature, warm 
friendship, and tender sensibility. At his desk, during the last ses- 
sion of Congress, lie grasped my hand warmly, and in the absence of 


any suggestion leading or referring to the subject, with evident emo- 
tion said : 

I am regarded as cold, distant, and proud, but no man has ever been so misunder- 
stood; there never was a greater mistake. There never was a warmer heart tlian 
mine. The truth is, it arises from a defect in my vision. I am near-sighted, and 
cannot recognize my dearest friends at any distance from me. I would give the 
world if it were otherwise. 

Although I had been acquainted with him for twenty years, I 
never knew nor appreciated him until that inoment. It developed 
in him the possession of a large endowment of those rare and high 
qualities which constitute the charm of social life, beautifull)' and 
comprehensively called — 

The softer green of the soul. 

His countrymen have twined for his memory the wreath of laurel 
and cypress — the insignia of their pride and the symbol of their sor- 
row; and his friends have dropped upon his new-made grave friend- 
ship's last offering, the tribute of their tears. 

But strew his ashes to the wind 

Whose sword or voice has served manldnd — 

And is he dead, whose glorious mind 

Lifts thine on high ? — 
To live in hearts we leave behind. 

Is not to die. 

In the death of my late colleague the Republic has lost a patriotic 
citizen and a wise statesman, the profession an eloquent advocate 
and a learned jurist, society a courtly gentleman and a brilliant 
ornament, and his family a devoted husband and afifectionate father. 
All that is left to them of Julian Hartridge is the heritage of his 
wisdom, the light of his example, and the memory of his virtues. 
Time will mitigate our grief, and in the rush and whirl of busy life 
other thoughts will engage our attention, but there is a sad home in 



the sunny South within whose broken circle there are bleeding hearts-- 
for the healing of which earth has no balm. 

For lime makes all but true love old; 
The burning thoughts that then were told 
Run molten still in memory's mold, 

And will not cool 
Until the heart itself be cold 
In Lethe's pool. 

The influence of wealth, the resources of learning, and the author- 
ity of power, all stand dumb and helpless in the presence of death. 
It is the solution of all the rivalries, struggles, and achievements of 
time. Surrounded with blighted hopes and funeral -trains, the broken 
heart of humanity through all time has pressed the question of the 
suffering patriarch of Uz, "If a man die shall he live again?" The 
quivering spirit whose insatiable thirst for immortality attests the 
divmity of its origin and the duration of its destiny, kindles with joy 
as it catches the response from the rejected Nazarine at Bethany, " I 
am the resurrection and the life; he that believeth in Me, though he 
were dead, yet shall he live." 

Poor wanderers of a stormy day. 
From place to place we're driven, 

And fancy's flash and reason's ray 

Serve but to light the troubled way, — 
There's nothing true but heaven. 

And false the light on glory's plume, 

As fading hues of even, 
And love and joy and beauty's bloom 
Are blossoms gathered for the tomb, — 

There 's nothing lives but heaven. 

Address of Mr. Felton, of Geop^ia. 

Mr. Speaker: "In the midst of life we are in death." This is 
one of the most impressive sentences in the English language. We 


may delude ourselves that the "dread destroyer" is far from us; 
that we are strong and authorized to rejoice in our strength, but we 
never remain undisturbed in our fancied security. 

Every day we see the great in fame, the mighty in wealth, and the 
beautiful in health fall around us. Nothing is secure. Death alone 
is certain. 

The business pursuits of life may be engaging and active; family 
and friends may gather near, and their loving dependence may bind 
them closer to us; highways of pleasure fringed with perpetual 
spring, may stretch out before us, and we may see in the future rich 
and fruitful rewards for our labors; political and professional honors 
may wreathe themselves around the brow, while a cultivated intel- 
lect, quickened by a laudable ambition, gives assurance of increasing 
distinction and greater usefulness : yet. 

The hour concealed and so remote the fear, 
Death draws still nearer, never seeming near. 

My deceased colleague, Hon. Julian Hartridge, was honored 
by Georgia in early life. When he was a young man the State 
placed him in important positions of public trust, and his future 
promised a long continuance of well-deserved honors and an increase 
of public duties which he would have met zealously and with credit 
to himself and to his native State. 

His legal ability was generally recognized, and whether he sought 
distinction as a statesman or as a jurist, the path seemed easy of 
access, leading to a realization of his fondest hopes. 

Surrounded by a beautiful family, blessed with an attractive home, 
honors hanging plentifully over his head, and rejoicing in the strength 
of mature manhood, the destroyer marked him for his own, and, with 
the briefest warning, he was called to leave all life's treasures and 
enter the unknown world. 

I add my tribute of respect and admiration for this noble Georgian, 


and desire to unite with the people of my State in the grief with 
which they mourn his loss. 

No feeble words of mine will add to his fame; nor can I e.xpress 
the grief felt or the great loss which our State has sustained in giving 
up this favored son. He does not need the voice of eulogy. His 
record is inscribed upon the history of his State. With heartfelt 
sympathy for the inmates of that home made desolate by his untimely 
death, and gratefully reverencing the memory of a colleague who 
fell at his post of duty, we take our final adieu. I was at his bedside 
a few hours before his death. I found him calm and hopeful — a 
jihilosopher, a scholar, a statesman, and a patriot awaiting his end. 

The question was taken upon the resolutions, and they were unani- 
mously agreed to; and thereupon (at five o'clock and twenty-five- 
minutes p. m.) the House adjourned. 


January 9, 1879. 

A message from the House of Representatives, by Mr. George 
M. Adams, its Clerk, announced that the House had passed a resolu- 
tion providing that the funeral ceremonies of Hon. Julian Hart- 
ridge, late a Representative in that body from the State of Georgia, 
shall be held at three o'clock p. m. this day in the Hall of the House 
of Representatives, and inviting the Senate to attend at that hour. 

The Vice-President. The resolutions of the House of Repre- 
sentatives will be reported by the Secretary. 

The resolutions were read, as follows: 

In the House of Representatives, Jamiary 9, 1879. 

Resolved, That the funeral ceremonies of Hon. Julian Hart- 
ridge, late a Representative in this body from the State of Georgia, 
be held at three o'clock p. m. this day in this Hall. 

Resolved, That the Clerk communicate the foregoing resolution to 
the Senate and invite the Senate to attend the said funeral cere- 

Mr. Anthony. j\Ir. President, I offer the following resolution and 
ask for its consideration : 

Resolved, That, pursuant to the invitation of the House of Repre- 
sentatives, the Senate will attend the funeral ceremony of Hon. 
Julian Hartridge, late a member of the House of Representatives 
from the State of Georgia, in the Hall of the House of Representa- 
tives this day at three o'clock. 

The resolution was considered and agreed to unanimously. 



Mr. Anthony. Mr. President, the resolution of the Senate pro- 
vided that the Senate should proceed at three o'clock to the Hall of 
the House. I understand that it is desirable that the Senators should 
be seated there by three o'clock. I move, therefore, that the Senate 
now proceed to the Hall of the House of Representatives. 

The motion was agreed to; and the Senate proceeded to the Hall 
of the House of Representatives, headed by the Vice-President and 
Secretary, and preceded by the Sergeant-at-Arms. 

The Senate returned to its Chamber at four o'clock and fifteen 
minutes p. m., and the Vice-President resumed the chair. 

Mr. Anthony. Mr. President, I move that the Senate do now 

The Vice-President. The Senator from Rhode Island moves 
that the Senate do now adjourn. 

The motion was agreed to; and (at four o'clock and sixteen min- 
utes p. m.) the Senate adjourned. 

March i, 1879. 

Mr. Gordon. Mr. President, I move that the Senate now pro- 
ceed to the consideration of the resolutions of the House of Repre- 
sentatives on the death of Hon. Julian Hartridge, of Georgia. 

The Presiding Officer. The resolutions will be reported. 

The resolutions were read, as follows: 

Resolved, That this House has heard with profound regret of the 
death of Hon. Julian Hartridge, a Representative from the State 
of Georgia. 

Resolved, That the House do now suspend the consideration of 
other business, in order to pay proper respect to the memory of the 
lamented deceased. 

Resolved, That in token of regard for the memory of the lamented 


deceased the members of this House do wear the usual badge of 
mourning for thirty days. 

Resolved, That the Clerk of this House do communicate these 
resolutions to the Senate of the United States. 

Resolved, That out of further respect to the memory of tlie de- 
ceased this House do now adjourn. 

Mr. Gordon. Mr. President, I offer the following resolutions: 

Resolved, That the Senate receives with sincere regret the announce- 
ment of the death of Hon. Julian Hartridge, late a member of the 
House of Representatives from the State of Georgia, and tenders to 
the family and kindred of the deceased the assurance of sympathy 
under their sad bereavement. 

Resolved, That as a mark of respect for the memory of the deceased 
the members and officers of the Senate will wear the usual badge of 
mourning for thirty days. 

Resolved, That the Secretary be directed to transmit to the family 
of the deceased a copy of these resolutions. 


Mr. President: No higher tribute can be paid to our common 
humanity than to assert the truth that no man dies without leaving 
some mourner over his ashes. No life is so obscure, its light so 
dim, but that its going out leaves a shadow on some other life, and 
the length of that shadow, the extent of the sorrow felt at his death, 
is in some degree the measure of a man's usefulness while living. 

Tested by this rule, the distinguished man to whose memory we 
now pay tribute had already filled, though scarcely in the prime of 
his manhood, a sphere of exalted and extended usefulness. 

Born and reared amid the refinements of the most cultivated 
society; accustomed to the companionship of the ablest and most 




distinguished men of liis State and section; commanding tlie respect 
and even the admiration of the Representatives of the entire Union, 
with whom he had served, he nevertheless won and held to the last 
the confidence, esteem, and affection of the unlettered, the poor, and 
the friendless among his constituents. His generous philanthropy 
and noble sympathies touched the whole circle of humanity at its 
every point, and all classes and creeds among the people he served 
mourned his death as that of a champion and friend. 

It was my fortime, sir, to be one of the committee who bore back 
to his home by the sea and to a confiding constituency all that was 
mortal of Julian Hartridge. It was my fortune to observe the 
extent of the loss to his people and the deinonstrations of popular 
affection, of gratitude, and of grief. Could you, sir, have witnessed, 
as I did, the spectacle of the entire population of his native city 
thronging its streets and following his remains to the grave, you 
would agree with me that it was a demonstration worthy the memory 
of any man. Such an exhibition of sorrow, felt alike by both races, 
at the death of a Representative from a Southern State, under the 
peculiar untoward circumstances which surround us, will be, when 
rightly understood, a revelation and a sermon to those who now 
misapprehend us. Like every true Representative of Southern senti- 
ment, Julian Hartridge was a friend to the colored race, receiving 
its recognition and gratitude while he lived and its homage when 
dead. I ask permission in this connection to quote from a speech 
made by him during an exciting debate in the House of Representa- 
tives. He said, referring to the colored race: 

There is some feeling on our part toward this race among whom we were born 
and reared, and with whom we daily live. There is scarcely one of us upon this 
floor from that section who can looli back to the days of his infancy or childhood 
without seeing something to bring up pleasant and loved memories in connection 
with this race. For my part, were I to seek to outrage this colored race, there 
would rise up to rebuke me the memory of the nurse of my infant years — the mem- 
ory of her who;e bosom, although dark with the hue of slavery, yet tenderly and 


softly pillowed my infant head; whose hands, although hardened by toil, yet kindly 
ministered to my infant wants ; whose voice, although untrained and untutored, 
sweetly sang the lullaby that soothed my infant slumbers. I tell you, gentlemen, 
there are ties of interest, there are ties of policy, there are ties of memory and the 
best emotions of the heart to bind the white people of the South to the colored 
race. [Applause.] 

Sir, to the sincerity with which he spoke these eloquent words, let 
the scene I am about to describe bear witness. Around the hall in 
which his remains were laid, and along the streets and at his grave, 
were the congregated thousands of Savannah's colored inhabitants. 
In the formal and grand procession which escorted his body to the 
tomb, the splendidly equipped colored infantry and artillery marched, 
at their own soUcitation, with solemn tread and reverent mien. His 
former slaves, freed from servitude for more than thirteen years, 
many of them with heads whitened by age, vied with each other for 
the honor of bearing his coffin. 

But, sir, there was another incident connected with this demon- 
stration which I think worthy of special mention because it not 
only bears witness to the character of Mr. Hartridge and the sin- 
cerity of his professions, but is a silent, impressive tribute to that 
peculiar institution under which he was born and reared, now passed 
away forever. In advance of Congressional committee, taking pre- 
cedence over distinguished visitors and even of his kindred, accom- 
panying the bereaved wife and children of our deceased friend, as 
members of his immediate household, were the family servants. First 
among these was that old colored nurse, her form bent with age and 
quivering with grief, whose bosom, in his own impressive language, 
had pillowed his head in infancy, whose hands had ministered to his 
wants, and W'ho had so often sung her untutored but gentle " lullaby " 
over his " infant slumbers." Sir, I am tempted to say in this connection 
that there are myriads of such ties and memories which, undisturbed 
by adverse influences, would be the surest, safest, and most enduring 

guarantee of the progress and the political and personal rights of 
both races at the South. 

Mr. President, I shall not attempt a biographical sketch of the life 
of Mr. Hartridge, nor make specific references to his triumphs at the 
bar, on the hustings, or in deliberative assemblies. This has been 
done in a manner most satisfactory by his colleagues in the House. 
I prefer to attempt a brief analysis of those splendid endowments of 
mind, of heart, and of person which so distinguished him. 

With a vigor of intellect and a magnetic presence that gave him 
command of men; with a rigid integrity and love of justice that gave 
him the confidence of men ; with a nature the melody and harmony 
of whose sympathies gave him the love of men ; with an eloquence 
and strength of utterance persuasive and convincing ; with a love of 
his whole country that quickened into new life the dormant patriot- 
ism of others, it is not too much to say of him that there is no height 
of distinction nor breadth of usefulness to which he might not rea- 
sonably have aspired. 

His chief mental defect seemed to have been an indisposition to 
great intellectual effort. That his mind was one of unusual brilliancy 
none who knew him well will deny ; and yet while his influence in 
the House was great, he rarely spoke. There was in him a hidden 
or rather repressed power, which, when fully aroused under the guid- 
ance of a beautiful culture and of a heart devoted to truth, was almost 
irresistible before juries of the people, or in deliberative bodies. 

His character is a fit counterpart of his mental endowments. Too 
brave to know fear, he shrank from an act of cruelty or injustice with 
the timidity of a child. Too proud to brook an insult or to give one, 
yet his spirit was as gentle as a woman's, and as tender in the depth 
and sweetness of his affections. 

He was without hypocrisy or affectation, and so despised the least 
semblance of ostentation as to give him at times the manner of austere 
reserve. Behind this distant manner, however, there was a native 



courtesy, sincere and knightly, a generosity almost prodigal, a capac- 
ity for friendships devoted and true, and a geniality of temper uni- 
form and perennial. How could he be otherwise ? Men are 
molded, Mr. President, not only by the influences of home and its 
associations, but by the peculiar civilization under which they are 
reared, and even by the climate and the scenery of the country 
around them. Julian Hartridge grew up under a civilization 
whose center was the home and the home affections, under a cli- 
mate where the blue skies were rarely overcast but by a passing 
cloud, where the air was genial, soft, and balmy, and where the for- 
ests were clad in perpetual green. 

His death, so sudden and unexpected to his friends, was not a sur- 
prise to him. He heard the mufiled tread of the grim king, and 
spoke freely of his approach. He stood calmly on the verge of the 
undiscovered country, on the crest of that great water-shed from 
which flow in opposite directions the rivers of time and of eternity — 
the one backward to the ever lost, the other forward to the everlast- 
ing ; and while we were yet hoping for his recovery he peacefully 
crossed that dark line we all must pass which separates this life from 
the vast and vague unknown. His career was short, his life closing 
at its noon, while the sun was still shining on higher eminences just 
before him. It closed on a career incomplete, yet pure, bright, and 
honorable, and before the shadows of age had darkened his intel- 
lectual vision or dimmed one ray of his genius. 

In his beautiful southern home we have buried hire, near those 
wild and weird and enchanting solitudes which he ardently loved and 
from which he drew so much inspiration in his boyhood and maturer 
years. Over his grave will grow the flowers that never fade, and 
the ceaseless music of the pines will fitly emblem the grief of his 
grateful people. 


Address of yW.R. Booth, of California. 

Mr. President: When an observance like this occurs in the busy 
hours of a closing session it is apt to seem like an idle ceremony. 
The duties of public life are so varied and pressing, its calls so inces- 
sant, its avocations so absorbing, that there is little time left for senti- 
ment or the indulgence of grief. 

Our numbers are constantly changing by death and by the vicissi- 
tudes of political fortune; but the leave-taking is short, and the busi- 
ness of to-morrow will make the grief of to-day only a memory. 
"The strong hours conquer us." It will be so when we shall sever- 
ally disappear — even those of you, Senators, who play the greatest 
parts on this great stage. The actor makes his exit; and however 
well he may have performed his part, whatever plaudits he may have 
won, the curtain does not fall, and the play goes on. 

The time has gone by, if indeed it ever was, when the loss of any 
life will seriously influence the permanent direction of public affairs. 
It is true that no man's place can be filled by another; it is equally 
true that it is not essential it should be. In the vast aggregate the 
value of the largest unit is scarcely appreciable. A heart has ceased 
to beat; it is one of millions. The struggle of a life has ended; the 
struggle of human life never ends. How insignificant is the individ- 
ual life to the whole of humanity! Yet what an awful gift it is to 
each of its possessors, this strange personality of ours, which isolates 
us from all else and yet makes all that is a part of us. Nor sun, nor 
moon, nor stars, nor past, nor present can be, save as they are a part 
of us. 

Life with its possibilities is an awful gift, and when it is bereft the 
event is unspeakably solemn. Custom familiarizes us with the forms 
of death, fashion hides their significance with pageantry; only the 


"stricken heart of love" realizes with what dark eclipse they come. 
It is well that we should pause, even in the busiest hours, when a 
comrade falls, not more as a mark of respect for his memory than to 
receive for our own good the lesson of his life and death. 

The memory of Julian Hartridge cannot be other than a price- 
less possession, even in their sorrow, to those who loved him. It was 
not my pleasure to know him, but by order of the Senate I was one 
of the committee which attended his remains from this Capitol to the 
beautiful city where he was born, where he was married, where his 
children were born to him, where he had spent his whole life, and 
where he is buried with his fathers. In that community which had 
known him all the days of his life, all his outgoings and incomings, 
I felt that I knew him too. There was a tenderness in the mention 
of his name by all classes, which only a life filled with tender respect 
for the rights and feelings of others could have won. There was a 
warmth of expression that showed how he had grappled his friends 
with hooks of steel. There was that high respect which is only con- 
quered by a life of probity and courage. 

I think his life must have been a happy one. The lines seem to 
me to have fallen to him in pleasant places. No life is free from 
struggles, trials, temptations, and failures, of which the world little 
knows, and the deepest scars are within. His life was in a great 
epoch. It marks its gi'eat transition, that the slaves who had borne 
him on their backs and fondled him on their knees in his childhood, 
as free men tenderly carried his body to the grave; still loving the 
dear young master, panoplied in American citizenship, they walked 
beside his hearse. His lot was cast with a community cultivated, 
tasteful, generous, hospitable, and self-respectful. There he lived for 
fifty years, and dying left no enemy or reproachful friend. Who of 
us can desire or deserve a more fragrant memory ? 



Mr. President: In addressing the Senate on this occasion I feel 
an embarrassment which I can hardly express. I had no personal 
acquaintance with Julian Hartridge; he was known to me only 
by reputation. Such knowledge illy qualifies me to speak of him in 
fitting terms. We acquire in familiar intercourse an insight into 
human character such as can be gained in no other way. How often 
in our experience the prejudices of half a life-time disappear in the 
associations we form in this Chamber. If the people of the differ- 
ent sections of our country could know each other as we do it would 
remove many common misunderstandings and tend to national unity. 

But against Mr. Hartridge I never entertained any prejudice. 
He seemed one of those men, unhappily too rarely found, whose 
character seems to disarm hostile criticism. All who knew him seem 
to agree that he was a good lawyer and a good legislator; that his 
great natural powers were trained and strengthened by careful educa- 
tion^ and that beneath a reserved exterior he had that warmth of 
heart and those generous impulses which win and keep friends. That 
he had the confidence of his constituents all agree. On a recent oc- 
casion when political passion threatened to fan into destructive life 
the dying embers of civil war his voice and influence were thrown 
into the scale of peace. Feeling how much our country needs states- 
men capable of rising above the demands of party when the union 
and prosperity of our common country require it, I cannot but mourn 
over the death of one who had given promise of such patriotic 

Representing as he did in part the Empire State of the South, he 
could have aided much in welding strongly to the Union that great 
commonwealth, and in bringing to her people that peace, that justice, 


and that harmony so essential to her welfare. In his death I think 
she has sustained a great loss. 

Can we look upon the frequent invasion of these Halls by death 
without feelings of deep solemnity and awe? Sir, they forcibly re- 
mind us how frail a barrier separates us from the unseen world to 
which we are swiftly hastening and of the imperious duty which rests 
upon us to conscientiously perform the duties we owe to our country 
and our God. 

Mr. Gordon. I ask that the Senate agree to the resolutions. 

The Presiding Officer. The question is on agreeing to the 
resolutions presented by the Senator from Georgia. 

The resolutions were agreed to unanimously. 

Mr. Gordon. I move as an additional mark of respect that the 
Senate do now adjourn. 

The motion was agreed to; and (at six o'clock and forty-two min- 
utes a. m. Monday, March 3) the Senate adjourned.