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 MEMORIAL EXERCISES 
 
 IN HONOR OF? 
 
 DAVID B. HENDERSON 
 
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 HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES 
 
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 DES MOINES, IOWA 
 
 Thursday, March 9 t J906 
 
 DE3 MOINES, IOWA 
 
 B. MURPHY, STATE PRINTER 
 
 1906 
 
MEMORIAL EXERCISES 
 
 IIS HONOR OR 
 
 DAVID B. HENDERSON 
 
 IIS HALL OR 
 
 HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES 
 
 IIS 
 
 DES MOINES, IOWA 
 
 Thursday, March 9, 1906 
 
 DE9 MOINE8, IOWA 
 
 B. MURPHY, 8TATE PRINTER 
 
 1906 
 
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 House and Senate met in joint session for the memorial pro- 
 gram commemorative of the late David B. Henderson. 
 The following program was carried out : 
 
 Call to Order • Lieutenant-Governor Herriott 
 
 Invocation...'.''.'.'.'.'"'.'.'.'." Dr. A. L. Frisbie 
 
 Music * • Hylo Quartette 
 
 Memorial and Resolutions commemorative 
 
 of the life of David Bremner Henderson Speaker Clarke 
 
 Music Hylo Quartette 
 
 Address Senator Dunham 
 
 Music Hylo Quartette 
 
 Address'.'.' ■.■■■■■ Representative Kendal 
 
 Music..., Hylo Quartette 
 
 Address Representative Frudden 
 
 Benediction Dr - A - L ' Fnsb,e 
 
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 Representative Wise presented tke following resolution, which 
 Was adopted. 
 
 "Hesolved by th< Senate and House of Representatives oi the 
 Thirty-first General Assembly in joint convt ntion assembh d: 
 
 "That the addresses, resolutions, and program of these mem- 
 orial services, also the eulogy delivered by Hon. G. D. Perkins 
 at Dubuque, be printed in neat pamphlet form, embellished with 
 a cut of Ex-Speaker D. B. Henderson of the National House of 
 Represenatives ; that five thousand copies of same be printed 
 by the State Printer, two thousand copies of which to be 
 presented to Mrs. D. B. Henderson, and fifteen copies of same 
 to each member of the Thirty-first General Assembly. 
 
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 ADDRESS OF MR. CLARKE. 
 
 Mr. President:— On the first day of March, 1906, in 
 Linwood cemetery at the city of Dubuque, amidst the greatest 
 profusion of flowers, arranged in the most beautiful and sugges- 
 tive designs artistic skill could devise, in the presence of a great 
 concourse of people representing different civic societies, the 
 Grand Army of the Republic, the State, the citizens of Iowa, 
 the rich and the poor, the children by hundreds, Col. David B. 
 Henderson was laid to rest on a beautiful eminence overlooking 
 quite an extent of country, a portion of his beloved city and, 
 for some distance, the sweep of the majestic Mississippi. Thus 
 passed forever from the vision of men on earth the human life that 
 had its beginning beyond the sea sixty-six years before at Old 
 Deer in Aberdeenshire in Scotland. It had been a life of mingled 
 hardship, struggle, toil, battles, sufferings, joys, honors, vic- 
 tories, disappointments; but the path he traveled led to a height 
 above which there was nothing in otficial station for a man born 
 in a foreign land. He was one of two of all our distinguished 
 foreign born from all nations who reached the proud eminence. 
 No title that could ever have been conferred upon him in his 
 native land, no station which he might have reached there 
 could have excelled in influence the office which it remained for 
 the .Scot, schooled on the prairies of Iowa in the pioneer days 
 and in the battles of the Great Rebellion, to bring for the first 
 time to the country west of the Mississippi. No flag could have 
 enfolded his coffin there which could have represented to him 
 that which the stars and stripes which enfolded him at Linwood 
 told him of the hope3 and aspirations of mankind, the cost of lib- 
 erty and an indissoluble Union, and which made him shout and 
 cheer when he saw its beauty and was thrilled by its symbolism 
 in a foreign land. In explanation of his enthusiasm he could 
 only say, "Oh, I am going home." 
 
 David B. Henderson loved the land under the protecting folds 
 of the American flag. He loved the people. That they loved him 
 and that the prophet was not without honor in hi^ own country 
 and in his own home was made strikingly manifest by the great 
 crowds that thronged the streets at his funeral and the side- 
 walks for more than a mile on the way to the cemetery. 
 Iowa is proud of the man she has honored and who has sig- 
 nally honored her and brought her so great distinction. Many 
 
may be the years before the speakership of the American Con- 
 gress will again cross the Mississippi. 
 
 It seems to me that Colonel Henderson was especially dis- 
 tinguished for his deep, sincere patrioti&m. That he was not 
 merely a hero -soldier, but a hero -patriot. A hero- soldier may be 
 inspired by bravado, a love of distinction, of glory. There is a 
 sublime disinterestedness about the hero-patriot. He is actuated 
 because he loves his country and dares do all that love will 
 prompt and inspire a man to do. He represents in himself the 
 nation. He stands for all that it means in its myriad interests 
 and great, inspiring, hopes. He is too great, too profoundly 
 impressed with his duty to represent a district, a State merely, 
 or a part of the people. He looks upon the flag as its beauty and 
 richness flash in the sun, and the memory of a thousand fields 
 and the long struggles of men toward the ideal yonder where it 
 leads rush in on him and transport him to a region where silence 
 or tears alone are eloquent. The bickerings, the personalities of t 
 politics cannot command his attention, but his mind and heart 
 moved by the majesty of great purposes, lays every personal 
 interest upon the altar of country and becomes the personal 
 embodiment of the ideal American citizen and patriot These 
 elements of character, possessed in large degree by Colonel 
 Henderson, it seems to me, won for him the confidence of his 
 el low citizens and the second place in power and influence 
 under the American system of government. 
 
 The life of David B. Henderson, as a boy, was the life common to 
 the youth in the pioneer homes of Iowa. No special advantages 
 came to him. No influential friends smoothed his way. The rich 
 qualities of his mind and heart were not smothered by wealth. 
 This handicap, a kind providence denied him ; but he had the 
 exceeding great advantage of being a poor man's son. Toil in 
 the open fields gave him great physical strength and endurance, 
 opened his mind and heart to a deep and generous sympathy 
 with the great mass of the people who are the strength and life 
 of the nation. 
 
 The breath of the boundless prairies inspired him with the 
 spirit of freedom, and he early reached the unalterable conclusion 
 that there was room for but one flag in this country and that under 
 it there could be no further extension of slavery. It is not sur- 
 prising that, with the intensity of his nature, his devotion to his 
 adopted land, always predominant, with the roar of Beaure- 
 
gard's guns at Fort Sumpter not yet silent, we find him address- 
 ing his fellow students urging them to "drop their books to fight 
 their country's battles." The stories of General Putnam leaving 
 his plow in the furrow on hearing of the battle of Lexington and 
 of Cincinnatus leaving the field to become the Roman dictator, 
 both going to places of honor, distinction, and leadership are 
 far surpassed by the youth abandoning his preparation for his 
 life-work, his education, to give himself unreservedly, without 
 hope of place or distinction, to the preservation of the union of 
 these States. For instances of brave, unselfish, disinterested, 
 heroic action in behalf of country, we are not confined to the 
 days of the Revolution or of Roman glory ; but here in Iowa, at 
 home, in this day, by one who was with us but yesterday, we have 
 a youth assuming the leadership, rallying his companions in 
 behalf of the greatest cause for which men ever gave their lives; 
 and it may well be inscribed upon his monument as the central 
 motive which inspired his life "we drop our books to fight our 
 country's battles." Whether at Ft. Donelson or on the bloody 
 field of Corinth, or in political campaigns, or on the floor of the 
 American congress, with him it was "Our country's battles." 
 Within a few months after the books were dropped and the 
 sword grasped, and close to his twenty- second birthday, while 
 leading the Fayette County students, he fell in the historic 
 charge on Ft. Donelson. Recovering, he was immediately at 
 the front again, and before the expiration of the same year he 
 was lying upon the field of Corinth with a leg shot away. "His 
 country's battles" were grievous ones to him and quite in con- 
 trast with the peace and quiet with books in Upper Iowa Uni- 
 versity. But again he appeared with the army as colonel of 
 the Forty- sixth Iowa. A few years after the close of the war 
 he began the practice of the law. Beginning in 1882, he was 
 for ten successive terms elected to Congress from the Third 
 Iowa district. There he grew in influence and promotion until 
 years ago he was ranked as one of the strong men of the House 
 and was a national figure. In 1899 he was elected Speaker 
 and again in 1901. He might again have been re-elected, but 
 doubtless conscious of the breaking down of his physical vigor, 
 which soon after was apparent to others, he declined to enter 
 upon a political campaign and resigned. 
 
 David B. Henderson was not Dnly patriotic, brave, heroic, an 
 antagonist worthy of any foe in any place where his life-work 
 called him, always well to the front with the few who always 
 
occupy that position, but he was well endowed with all the finer 
 sensibilities and feelings that so grace human character and 
 captivate and win our admiration and esteem. After the bat- 
 tle, after the exhibition of unfaltering courage, the lion -heart, 
 came the calm, the repose, the good fellowship, the song in his 
 heart, very frequently on his lips, sometimes rollicking, ' hum- 
 orous, sometimes full of pathos, commanding the tear. Sym- 
 pathy, tenderness, were characteristic of him. There is no true 
 greatness apart from great-heartedness. A cold, intellectual 
 life we admire, but we do not love. Colonel Henderson was 
 intellectual, a sound, sane thinker; brave, eloquent, kind, tender, 
 genial, not faultless, but a combination of qualities that won 
 him renown and our love. Born on foreign soil, his only nobil- 
 ity, the nobility of character, we rejoice in this transplanting of 
 the best of Scottish blood in peerless Iowa, that, while he belongs 
 to the nation we may claim he was our gift. 
 
 He is gone. We have lost him. But his rise from poverty to 
 fame, simply upon his own merits, will ever be an inspiration to 
 youth; his courage, his devotion to country, his patience 
 through years of suffering, his optimism, his tenderness of heart 
 will be admired as the very best elements of character as long as 
 the river flows at the base of the beautiful elevation where his 
 mortal body sleeps forever. Iowa to-day, through her represen- 
 tatives in this joint convention assembled, gives testimony to 
 her appreciation of bis worth, saying, "Well done, thou good and 
 faithful servant,' Farewell." 
 
 In connection with this memorial are submitted the following 
 resolutions: 
 
 Resolved, That first of all we tender to the bereaved family 
 of the deceased our sincere sympathy, and assure them that in 
 the memory of the departed there is great comfort and that we 
 shall ever revere and hold it sacred. 
 
 That in the life of David B. Henderson we find an inspiration 
 to good citizenship and devotion to country. 
 
 That we commend to the young men of the country his 
 example of self-reliance, decision of character, his following 
 unhesitatingly the call of duty regardless of personal conse- 
 quences. 
 
 That in his patriotism and devotion to country we find a love 
 that withheld nothina-. 
 
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 That we are proud of his career as a union soldier because 
 he gave us the idea. 
 
 Tha this patience reproves our impatience, his years of 
 suffering without complaint, shame our petulance at temporary 
 and slight injuries. 
 
 That we are proud of his career as citizen, soldier, lawyer and 
 statesman, and that in his passing the state and nation has lost 
 one of its greatest men. 
 
 ADDRESS OF SENATOR DUNHAM. 
 
 Mr. President — Chosen to have a part in the exercises of 
 this day, and to speak regarding the life and character of the 
 Hon. David B. Henderson I feel, as possibly I have never be- 
 fore felt, my absolute weakness and inability. I could recount 
 his life and works, and could call to your mind those incidents 
 of his bravery in the service of his country and his efficient and 
 faithful service in public and civil life, but the memorial just 
 presented has given you a fair biographical sketch, and while 
 much might be added which would be of interest, it would 
 be cumulative and unecessary to make the record of the 
 strong manhood and patriotism. I wish I had an eloquent 
 tongue to fitly voice the sentiments which fill my heart on the 
 passing of this friend of the people; to fitly express what seems 
 to me the debt our nation owes to every man who in war or 
 peace has offered himself a sacrifice for the perpetuity of his 
 state, but I recognize my limitations, and shall leave that to one 
 who has been more fortunately gifted and at whose feet I am 
 always charmed to sit and listen, and I shall confine myself to 
 the more modest role of telling you what David B. Henderson 
 was to his District — that very small part of the domain of his 
 usefulness and power. 
 
 Iowa has been very fortunate in the choice of those who have 
 represented the state in high places. Their wisdom and effi- 
 ciency have placed her name far above the point in the roll of 
 the national honors warranted by her material wealth, the 
 extent of her territory or the number of her people; and to him, 
 in the honor of whose memory we here convene, belongs great 
 praise for the part he has performed in bringing that honor to 
 our state. 
 
 For twenty years he was a commanding figure in the council of 
 
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 the nation. Wonderfully endowed with the power to read and 
 know men, tactful and kindly, a power in action and in battles 
 of debate, yet tying men to him with the bonds of affection 
 which were seldom broken, he took as his by very right, the 
 highest place the nation could give to him and finally passed 
 voluntarily from the stage of public life in his full tide of honors 
 and of power. 
 
 Henderson was a warm hearted lover of humanity and his 
 affection was given voice by him in the open, frank and manly 
 way which warmed the hearts of men; his company was always 
 sought and wherever he was there pleasure and good humor 
 was at its height. There was a world of encouragement and 
 strength for the weak or wavering in his hearty greeting and 
 good will, and. you who have never attended a reunion of his 
 regiment can never know how he was idolized by his compan- 
 ions in arms. Words were not the measure of his affection and 
 as we now look back upon the years of his useful life and know 
 the demands that were made upon him, and his devoted service 
 and self sacrifice to meet those demands, the wonder only is 
 that he could have lived and labored so long. Not a person in 
 his District but felt at perfect liberty to call upon him in time 
 of need. The soldier, his widow, or orphan found in him a 
 champion whose greatest pleasure was to serve them, and whose 
 efforts seldom failed in times of stress and need ; whoever and 
 wherever they might be," their last and surest hope was to "call 
 on Henderson." 
 
 He was a brave, a lion-hearted man, whether it was on the 
 field of battle or in the rough and tumble of debate he had the 
 courage born of conscious strength which commands the ad- 
 miration of the world. He was a fair and open fighter and few 
 seemed more to enjoy the conflict when there seemed a principle 
 at stake worthy the strife of battle, and this was true in war, in 
 Congressional hall, or in political campaign; everywhere he 
 was recognized a leader. 
 
 He was true to his friends. We have yet to know the honest 
 man that could say that Henderson had deserted a deserving 
 friend while thousands stand ready to vouch for his loyalty. He 
 was a dependable man; wherever his word or his affection was 
 given, it was backed by the full strength of his manhood. 
 
 might co:. inue to recount his virtues. We of the Third 
 could fill volume telling of his generous deeds, but those per 
 
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 haps had better be left as they were given — the simple, kindly 
 acts towards his individual friends. 
 
 Was Henderson a perfect man? We are none of us perfect- 
 no, not one: but if he erred, we know it was through a leaning 
 toward the very kindliness of his nature, and if he erred, the 
 nation and the people have already forgotten it in grateful 
 appreciation of his life of service and sacrifice. 
 
 Many men have been permitted to make sacrifices upon the 
 field of battle, have added luster to their name by conspicuous 
 bravery and self-sacrifice in the service of their country in 
 times of war; and many men have been called from the ranks 
 of the people to serve in its civic offices and its legislative halls 
 and in response have given the best they had, but compara- 
 tively few in their lives have been so nearly an embodiment of 
 the ideal of the people as to be called and long maintain in 
 distinguished service in both war and peace; and very, very 
 few are those, who, having been granted the highest honors it 
 was possible to bestow upon them, have so fully carried with 
 them to their private life and to their tomb the universal love 
 and gratitude of the nation. 
 
 We look upon his life as a wonderful example of the simple, 
 open-hearted patriot; step by step we follow his course from 
 boyhood to manhood, almost from the cradle to the grave, and 
 looking back over the growth and development of the warrior 
 and statesman, we are justified in saying: Here is a true exam- 
 ple and type of noble and safe American citizenship; a life and 
 record which, in times of doubt and questioning for the future 
 of our country as she battles with the problems of government, 
 stands out as a rainbow of promise and cheer, an inspiration of 
 hope. 
 
 He came, as many of our best and truest patriots have come, 
 from across the seas, and this nation has reason to thank God, 
 to thank a kind and protecting Providence that while we have 
 opened our gates offering the freedom and protection of a strong 
 and friendly government to the oppressed of the world, many of 
 the best of the earth, possessing the true spirit of American 
 freedom with their hearts filled with the love of God and with a 
 true respect and regard for the rights of their fellowmen, have 
 come, made themselves one with us and truly entered into our 
 national life to strengthen and to maintain it. 
 
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 Feeling as I do the danger in which the purity of the nation 
 and the life of the government is placed by reason of our invi- 
 tation to the world and our ever open doors, a danger which 
 increases in proportion to the material prosperity of our people, 
 I feel that a prayer of thankfulness should be continually made 
 that many men of wisdom and generous self-sacrificing hearts 
 have been inspired to accept our invitation and to come and 
 cast in with us their lot and do their full part in preserving the 
 institutions of our free land. 
 
 David B. Henderson was a true American patriot. The acci- 
 dent of birth is little in cases like his. His was the same spirit, 
 the same loving ambitions, the same desire, which in the Revo- 
 lution brought Washington and his patriotic troops to endure 
 the terrible hardships of those bloody years, and as truly and 
 justly will the ages to come l3ok upon Henderson and our later 
 day heroes as Fathers of Their Country, as those, who through 
 like spirit and sacrifices, instituted our great experiment of a 
 free democratic government. 
 
 From across the seas came that little Scottish lad, his inher- 
 itance a strong and manly ancestry, his capital to be use 1 in 
 life's battle a brave, true heart, and the inspiration of a Chris- 
 tian home. We of the Third Congressional District of Iowa 
 who have always felt an interest in him we love to think pecul- 
 iarly our own, love to think of the little tow-headed, barefooted 
 boy singing as he followed his father's plow, for always the sun- 
 shine and music of the world found a home and expression in 
 his life. 
 
 We were interested in his school life in an Iowa school that 
 was a builder of strong men as, evidenced by the men of 
 intellect that have gone forth from its walls to high positions in 
 state and private life, a builder of patriotic life as evidenced by 
 its depopulation when the country in its need had use for men. 
 
 With him and his companions were the hearts of our people 
 when they so bravely did their part at Donelson and Shiloh, 
 and when at Corinth so many of our brave men — boys they 
 were in fact — laid down their lives or like Henderson, escaped 
 as through fire to suffer for their bravery as long as their lives 
 should last. 
 
 Do you not see why our people loved him? Turn to the years 
 of service in office where, if ever a man was recognized as serv- 
 
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 ing his whole people regardless of their position in society or 
 even their political affinity, such service was his, that service to 
 be only ended by his own demand for rest and change. 
 
 Do you not see why the Third District, Henderson's District, 
 if you please — loved him; or why I, one of his humble constitu- 
 ents, a resident of that District, consider it an honor to stand 
 here offering tribute to his name? Come then with me and 
 cross the thresholds of our people, talk with them of Henderson 
 and his service, and you can not fail in some way and in some 
 measure to understand. As with others of old, my grandmother 
 sang to me the battle songs of the Civil war and talked to me of 
 its terrors ; her stories of battles, of its heroes and sacrifices 
 have become part of my life, and Henderson who had taken 
 salt with her at our family board, had joined us in our evening 
 song, who went out to war across her threshold with her sons, 
 seemed always one of them. Always with him in war we had 
 our part, and when with us in pleasure, he was one, a happy 
 hearted, romping, lovable fellow, and what he was to this fam- 
 ily, he has been to many throughout that District; honored for 
 his service, respected for his high preferment, but loved, loved 
 as a member of our families, loved as a son and as a brother. 
 
 Your committee has just returned from his obsequies and I 
 doubt not each has been impressed by the touching incidents of 
 that day, expressive of the relation which existed between him 
 and his people. In our battle of life when disappointments 
 come to us, when we think we see the hollowness of some prized 
 friendship, when we think we can detect the ring of insincerity 
 and ingratitude in both public and social life, the spirit comes 
 strong upon every honest man to shake it off, to free himself, to 
 have no part or portion with it, to let the world and the people 
 go their way and work out their salvation as they may. Then 
 there comes to us the thought or remembrance of some such 
 touching exhibition of affection as it has been the privilege of 
 your committee to see and for very shame we come back to take 
 new hold, to consecrate our powers to renewed and truer service 
 of humanity. 
 
 Is it worth while? The Chinaman will sell his life on promise 
 of a fine cortege with the appearance of respect and mourning 
 at his tomb — all, all a hollow sham. Is it not vastly more worth 
 our while that we so live that when the casket and the tomb 
 shall claim its sure heritage, we go without regret, but with the 
 
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 assurance that we have minfully and faithfully done our part 
 to brighten and sweeten the life of humanity, and with the 
 knowledge that what the Chinaman cannot buy is ours by right, 
 the love of our true friends who mourn our separation. 
 
 I wish you could all have seen what we, your committee, saw 
 not alone the elaborate preparation and fitting ritual which his 
 rank and service to his state and nation demanded, but the 
 expression of affection and love of the people, — the people whom 
 Henderson loved and served, — as they thronged and packed the 
 streets; men, women and children of all ages and conditions in 
 life, farming in very fact as they thronged the ways, an unmov- 
 ing guard from church to tomb where we laid him to rest upon a 
 flowery bed — the tribute of his friends — wrapping his casket in 
 the emblem of his country woven by his comrades in arms from 
 the bright and beautiful flowers which God's bright sun had 
 kissed to life for the loving deed. There, on the sloping hillside 
 with the majestic river at its foot; there, where the bright, 
 warm rays of God's glorious sun would greet it earliest in the 
 morning and leave it last in the evening, we buried the people's 
 friend. Oh! the wealth and worth of that word friend. 
 Whether it be that most precious one whose mother's care 
 taught our unsteady feet the paths of life, or those who in im- 
 pulsive youth made our troubles and our battles their own, or 
 the one to, whom in mature manhood we can open our very heart 
 of hearts sure of sympathy and good cheer, they are the most 
 precious of earth's blessings, the possession and appreciation of 
 these makes brighter our days of life and quickens our hope of 
 heaven. On yonder hillside is marked the resting place of our 
 friend, but only that portion which under God's mandate shall 
 return to the dust from whence it came. His truer grave is in 
 the warm and loving hearts of his many, many friends, from 
 which vantage point he will be called to his reward by a just 
 and generous God. And may the blessings of that God be 
 yours, our true hearted, brave hearted, generous hearted 
 friend. 
 
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 ADDRESS OF MR. KENDALL. 
 
 Mr. President: — Paraphrasing the lament of David upon 
 the death of Abner, we may well exclaim; 
 
 Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this 
 day in Iowa? 
 
 And out of the oppressive gloom which everywhere surrounds 
 us, we may lay hold upon the consoling philosophy of the pre- 
 mier apostle: 
 
 Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, 
 whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, what- 
 soever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report, 
 if there be any virtue, or if there be any praise, think on these 
 things. 
 
 Tn obedience to the command alike of duty and of desire, the 
 General Assembly of Iowa pauses today to consecrate an hour 
 to the memory of David Bremner Henderson . If the ceremony 
 is unusual, the occasion is extraordinary. Never before in the 
 history of the commonwealth has the passing of a private citi- 
 zen involved the community in bereavement so universal and so 
 profound. The rich and the poor, the high and the low, the 
 proud and the humble, the honored and the obscure, all unite 
 in tribute inexpressibly sorrowful to our distinguished dead. 
 
 It always is profitable to consider the cause and effect of a 
 successful career; and the life, character and service of Colonel 
 Henderson are replete beyond comparison with encouragement 
 and hope. Upon his youth and young manhood, I shall not 
 amplify. Born in the land of the thistle, he was of that origin, or 
 extraction,'^ which has contributed so many illustrious names 
 to our national history. The shrewd sense, the acute intel- 
 lect, the undaunted perseverance, the indomitable courage, the 
 inimitable humor, the abiding reverence, the affectionate ten- 
 derness, the unyielding patriotism for which the Scotch peas- 
 antry is so notable, have never suffered in the migration to 
 America. Our friend exemplified in remarkable measure all 
 these incomparable qualities, and he employed them all and 
 always in contribution to the happiness of his race. Trans- 
 ferred at an early age to Illinois, transplanted thence to the 
 expansive prairies of Iowa, he was just approaching his major- 
 ity when Abraham Lincoln was elected president of the United 
 States. When Fort Sumpter was attacked by organized treason, 
 he was a student at Upper Iowa University, and it was from 
 
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 that seat of learning that he issued his first impressive message 
 to his adopted people : 
 
 "We drop our books to fight our country's battles." 
 It was by this inspiring utterance that the youth Henderson 
 announced to the world that he had within him the elements of 
 a man. The situation of the republic was critical in the 
 extreme. Diplomacy could not further compose the discord ; 
 compromise could not longer postpone the issue. The hour for 
 argument in the forum had expired, and the moment for conflict 
 in the field had arrived. The old question, Can a democracy 
 preserve its integrity against domestic insurrection?, asked 
 when Washington was inaugurated, and repeated through every 
 subsequent administration, now demanded immediate answer. 
 There was radical difference of opinion on the subject. Since 
 the constitution was ordained, there had been constant disagree- 
 ment respecting the character of the government. One school 
 of thought maintained that it was merely a voluntary association 
 of sovereign states, subject to be dissolved at the election of 
 any one or number of its membership. Another school of 
 thought affirmed that it was an union, indivisible, imperishable, 
 perpetual. Out of this disparity of belief there arose, as the 
 years elapsed, heated discussion, bitter controversy, crimination 
 and recrimination, all to be settled forever, to be settled 
 irrevocably, to be settled right by the supreme arbitrament of 
 battle. There were men of blood and iron in those irreclaimable 
 days. It was the militant age of the republic, an age which 
 produced Lincoln and the trusted counsellors in whom he 
 confided, Grant and the faithful generals who obeyed his orders, 
 and supporting all the invincible battalions of that grand army, 
 ready and eager for the strange sacrifice of blood through 
 which the emancipation of the slave and the perpetuity of the 
 union were to be accomplished. The Civil War was a conflict 
 unparallelled in the history of civilization. The terrible loss of 
 life, the tremendous destruction of treasure, the firesides ruined, 
 the hearth-stones desolated, the families beggared, the 
 national travail and wretchedness and misery, the individual 
 suffering and sacrifice and death — no imagination, however 
 vigorous and resourceful, is competent to delineate the awful 
 enormities of that unprecedented catastrophe. We try in 
 retrospect to measure all the sorrow and the sadness, and we 
 are transfixed with horror. The eyes grow dim, the lips are 
 silent, the heart is still. 
 
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 It was a calamity unspeakably sorrowful, that fratricidal mis- 
 understanding between the people of the North and the people 
 of the South. But we long ago learned to know beyond all 
 doubting truly that the Almighty has His own purposes, and 
 that the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether. 
 There could not be a new birth of freedom so long as the old 
 institution of slavery survived. There could not be a more per- 
 fect union in peace until the doctrine of states' rights per- 
 ished by the sword. There could not be remission of national 
 sin without the shedding of individual blood. And so the war 
 was inevitable. It affords us all infinite satisfaction to 
 remember that in that supreme crisis which wrenched and almost- 
 wrecked the republic, our own peerless Henderson, the poor and 
 obscure boy born across the sea, sustained no inconspicuous 
 part and achieved no inconsiderable renown. From the day of 
 his enlistment as a private to the day he was mustered out as a 
 colonel, he was in every sweltering trench, on every weary 
 march, at every deadly charge, always the first to the front and 
 the last to the rear; and his sword was never sheathed and his 
 gun was never stacked until the last armed enemy of his 
 country had unconditionally capitulated. Seriously wounded 
 at Donelson, cruelly maimed at Corinth, he was offered a dis- 
 charge; but he refused more than a furlough, and with a loyalty 
 and a patriotism which laughed at danger and mocked at 
 despair, this Scottish-American, who loved liberty for others 
 more than he valued life for himself, fought on and on and on 
 until the Confederacy completely collapsed at Appommattox 
 Court House. And then, when the cause of freedom had finally 
 triumphed, when the spirit of rebellion was completely van- 
 quished, when the union of the states was eternally established, 
 he discarded the uniform he had rendered immortal, and 
 crowned with all the unfading honor which accompanies a 
 soldier's duty nobly done, he returned to home and family and 
 friends to resume again the employments of civil citizenship : 
 
 Patient of toil, serene amid alarms, 
 Inflexible in faith, indomitable in arms. 
 
 That was four decades ago. In the intervening years, spring 
 has come with its tender violets, summer with its gorgeous field 
 of flowers, autumn with its golden, withered leaves, and winter 
 with its blanket of crystal snow. All is forgiven, all is forgot- 
 ten, except the glorious results of the combat in which he was 
 
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 engaged, and the reminiscences of it in which his comrades 
 alone have the right to indulge. The service of Colonel Hen- 
 person in the War of the Rebellion! What a splendid inheri- 
 tance he has bequeathed to those who follow him ! His devo- 
 tion to his country, his sacrifices in her behalf, his blood -offer- 
 ing for her glory ! What a noble memory to widowed wife and 
 orphaned children! 
 
 After his discharge from the army he embarked in the prac- 
 tice of law, and almost at' once assumed advanced rank among 
 his contemporaries. In the days of his unimpaired vigor, not 
 many men of his generation were more formidable in forensic 
 controversy than he, with his extended experience, his resolute 
 earnestness, his forcible eloquence. A cause bitterly contested 
 in open court afforded the most befitting possible theatre for the 
 exercise of his strenuous and capable faculties. His general- 
 ship was resourceful and consummate, his cross-examinations 
 adroit and skillful, his arguments acute and convincing. He 
 regarded the law as the most honorable of the learned profes- 
 sions; and in the long and laborious years that he devoted to 
 its practice, his sterling integrity never was impeached, his 
 stalwart rectitude never was questioned, his steadfast fidelity 
 never was assailed : 
 
 The action faithful, the honor clear. 
 
 And so the years of private labor and its sufficient reward 
 went by. But his countrymen were quick to recognize his 
 exceptional qualifications for the public service; and in 1883 he 
 entered the Congress of the United States, representing the old 
 Third District, — a constituency as intelligent, as progressive, as 
 patriotic, as any beneath the stars and stripes. For twenty 
 years he continued in that high office, advancing to member- 
 ship of the committee on Appropriations, to chairmanship of the 
 committee on Judiciary, and finally to the Speakership, second 
 in importance only to the Presidency itself. It is not immoder- 
 ate eulogy of him to say that he conferred distinction upon 
 every station he occupied, and that he filled well and worthily 
 the great place which Clay and Blaine and Reed had made 
 powerful as an agency in the administration of the government. 
 As Conkling said of Grant at the Chicago convention, so we 
 may say of Henderson : 
 
 His fame is born not alone of things written and things said 
 but of the arduous greatness of things done. 
 
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 His character was practical and earnest, perplexed by no 
 deceptive theories, disturbed by no attractive illusions. He has 
 been referred to here as a great man. He is entitled to be clas- 
 sified in that category. He was great in his adherence to the 
 ideals of his manhood. He was great in his integrity to the 
 principles he professed. He was great in the modesty of his 
 mind, in the faithfulness of his heart, in the efficiency of his 
 helpfulness. He was great in his fidelity to friendship, in his 
 devotion to duty, in his perfect consecration to the public service. 
 But he was simple, as all great men and great songs and great 
 poems and great paintings are simple. Intermixed with his 
 amiability of mind and geniality of soul and generosity of heart 
 there was ever the unadorned ruggedness of his ancestral High- 
 lands. There was about him always the wide and deep and 
 strong atmosphere of mountain and cliff and crag. And men 
 and women and children loved him with a love that passeth 
 understanding. 
 
 July was in his sunny face, 
 October in his generous hand. 
 
 From his first election to congress in 1882 to his voluntary 
 retirement four years ago, no rival divided with him the confi- 
 dence and affection of his people. He was, as Marc Antony 
 described himself to be, "a plain blunt man who loved his 
 friends," and in the district which he served so long and so 
 loyally, it always was Henderson first, and other ambitious 
 aspirants afterwards. His passionate attachment to city, state 
 and nation amounted almost to idolatry. It was a liberal edu- 
 cation in patriotism to hear him pronounce the words, "The Amer- 
 ican Republic," and his "God bless you, comrade" carried joy 
 to troubled hearts as by a benediction. And then, when in pub- 
 lic speech he would portray in words of living light the glory 
 and the grandeur of his adopted country, wavering faith in a 
 free and enlightened people was stimulated again to fixed con- 
 viction. Few of us of the dominant party will soon forget his 
 annual appearance upon the platform in advocacy of the prin- 
 ciples we believe vital to the prosperity of the country. In such 
 labor he was more than a host, and in each recurring campaign 
 he traversed the state from river to river, challenging the sons 
 of patriotism to drink again from the fountains of enthusiasm. 
 
 He never sought to be conspicuous, and as a consequence he 
 was the most conspicuous man in any company. His methods 
 
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 were too direct to include the sapping and mining of small men, 
 and he could not master that finesse which fosters agitation for 
 the dividends it returns in public preferment. He cherished as 
 beyond value the sincere approval of his fellow-men, but he 
 had nothing but contempt for the emptiness of subsidized 
 applause. 
 
 Colonel Henderson belonged to America, but Iowa claims him 
 as peculiarly her own. He enjoyed a degree of popularity per- 
 haps never attained by any other citizen, for he never aban- 
 doned a friend in trouble, nor retreated from a foe in danger . 
 Politic or impolitic, he always entertained convictions, and he 
 never hesitated to defend them in any presence. He abhorred 
 hypocrisy and despised pretension, for his nature was as open 
 as a cloudless sky. He was unfamiliar with the language of 
 diplomacy, he never resorted to expedients, he could not 
 approach a position by parallels. He never affected a virtue 
 which he did not exemplify, and he could not "crook the preg- 
 nant hinges of the knee that thrift might follow fawning." If 
 he was for a proposition or a candidacy, he was altogether for 
 it; if he was against it, he was altogether against it. Upon all 
 problems public and private, upon all issues social and reli- 
 gious, upon all questions moral and political, his yea was yea, 
 and his nay was nay. 
 
 Nature was generous almost to improvidence with Colonel 
 Henderson. He was endowed with marvelous attributes, phys- 
 ical and mental, and all these were attended by a personal 
 charm as irresistable as it was impalpable, attracting strongly 
 the multitude who knew him with casual acquaintance, and 
 grappling to him with hooks of steel those he admitted within 
 his inner sanctuary. To all classes and conditions of society he 
 was the most companionable of men, for his heart overflowed in 
 sympathy and interest for his fellows. His conversation was 
 brilliant and delightful and full of variety, but no spark from 
 his humor was ever a cinder in the eye of his friend. He was 
 many-sided as life itself . We have seen him in the fore- front 
 of national discussion, contesting for parliamentary supremacy 
 with the best equipped disputants of his time, and we have 
 exulted with instinctive pride in his triumphant achievements. 
 And again, we have seen him in the presence of a pioneer 
 mother of the state he loved so well; and the fine consideration, 
 the gentle courtesy, the sweet tenderness he displayed, has 
 
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 thrilled us with a wealth of affection that no other has ever 
 inspired. And so he came to twilight and evening star, con- 
 scious of the unfaltering favor of his people, with honor, love, 
 obedience, troops of friends, to accompany his old age. He 
 won many victories, but he was finally defeated. He could 
 vanquish the enemies of his country upon the bloodiest of 
 battle-fields, but when the relentless messenger from the 
 shadowy shore touched his shining, shield, he surrendered 
 without a murmer, and passed to the everlasting silence. 
 
 ADDRESS OF MR. FRUDDEN. 
 
 Mr. President: — Henderson is dead. 
 
 The great soldier of the battle field, the able debator in the 
 Halls of Congress, the great speaker and true friend of all, and 
 one of the most beloved and honored citizens of our state, is 
 no more. 
 
 He has passed out of the shadow 
 
 Into a purer light, 
 
 Stepping behind the curtain 
 
 Getting a clearer sight, 
 
 Laying aside a burden 
 
 This weary mortal coil, 
 
 Done with the world's vexation 
 
 Done with its tears and toil. 
 
 During his life he realized that there was only one founda- 
 tion upon which to build a life, and that was honesty. It has 
 been said that honesty is not a good policy, but it is a funda- 
 mental and unlined principle, it is the bed rock to which you 
 must dig sooner or later if you expect the superstructure to 
 stand. No man has ever, and could not accuse Colonel Hen- 
 derson of dishonesty, but he is no more, and as far as we know, 
 what remains of him is laid at rest in beautiful Linwood, on 
 that highest spot of that magnificent bluff overlooking the great 
 Father of Waters, and nearly in the corner of the three great 
 states, Iowa, Illinois and Wisconsin. His desire and wish has 
 been gratified. His home city turned out by the thousands and 
 the state was well represented on the day when the body of the 
 late Colonel Henderson was taken to its final resting place. 
 
 Henderson was a great man in a great many ways. It can 
 be said of him that he was revered and respected the most 
 where he was best known. Iowa claimed him as one of its 
 
foremost citizens, but Dubuque claimed him, and had aright to 
 do it, as her favorite son. Here is where he made his home, 
 here is where his family grew up, and here is where the people 
 called him "Our Dave". His life has been an open book, let 
 anybody read and judge, who cares to, but the good deeds that 
 came from the bottom of his heart, he did not parade, and are 
 only known to a few. 
 
 What he did, he did without fear or favor. Aside from poli- 
 tical reward, he expected none, and desired none, but in all of 
 his attempts his great aim was to get to the top. He knew that 
 success never comes to the man who is watching the clock for 
 fear that he might work over time. 
 
 He knew well that the man who succeeds is the man who not 
 merely is satisfied to do the work that is laid out for him, but is 
 willing and glad to do more. As a soldier, none was braver, 
 and none went into battle with a greater determination to do his 
 best and to win a victory than Colonel Henderson. As a states- 
 man, he certainly ranked with the foremost, of those who were 
 his contemporaries in the halls on legislation. He never tried 
 to put his conscience to sleep with the theory that if he did as 
 well as he could, he could do no more. He was never satisfied 
 as long as there was more to do. But finally he got tired of all 
 earth's burdens, and we might use the words of the great Amer- 
 ican scholar and author who once said at the open grave of his 
 brother that 
 
 ' 'Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peak 
 of two eternities, 
 
 We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. 
 
 We cry aloud and the only answer is the echo of our 
 wailing cry 
 
 To let us believe in spite of doubts, darkness, tears and fears, 
 
 That there may be beyond the grave, more than we know of 
 
 O, Father in thy heavenly home, must surely be a place 
 
 For such true son of thine. 
 Very few, Mr. President and gentlemen, I suppose are aware 
 that Colonel D. B. Henderson was somewhat of a poet but as 
 far as known he only wrote one, the title of which was the 
 "Yes" or "No," which you will permit me to repeat. 
 
 Is there a mentor, strong and good, 
 That always indicates the road, 
 
 Where we should go? 
 That tells us, with unerring voice, 
 Which of the words should be our choice — 
 
 The "Yes" or 'No''? 
 
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 When seeking heaven and avoiding hell, 
 "Tis often hard in life, to tell 
 
 Which way to go; 
 One messenger will cry " 'Tis here" 
 Another listens with a sneer — 
 
 A third shouts "No". 
 
 We have the bibles of the earth, 
 With all their holy power and worth, 
 
 And yet we know 
 The world is wild with disputation, 
 As to "the true road to salvation" — 
 The "Yes" or "No"? 
 
 When seeking virtue's truest path, 
 And all the purest gems she hath, 
 
 Is there no woe? 
 Is there no doubt in noblest mind, 
 When in the word from Heaven would find- 
 The "Yes" or "No"? 
 
 Our hearts will whisper ' 'This is right; 
 Here live and love and drink delight, 
 
 Nor dream of woe." 
 When reason suddenly cries out, 
 In tones that fill the heart with doubt, 
 
 And thunders "No." 
 
 And ever thus, we rise and fall; 
 We hope and fear and tremble, all, 
 
 Until we go. 
 Then we shall have a sweet repose; 
 There is a Light that melts our woes — 
 Lost is the "No." 
 
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 ADDRESS OF MR. PERKINS. 
 
 To bring at such a time a loving tribute to a friend, distin- 
 guished as Col. Henderson was distinguished, is a high office. 
 It is a time when the infirmity of speech is felt — a time when 
 the heart appeals for words the tongue cannot frame. When we 
 are gathered as we are here, standing as it were on the bridge 
 that unites the worlds, our conscious sense reveals the impot- 
 ence of all we can say by ourselves alone. The clouds hang 
 low and the day is dark; we have the dizziness of swaying, and 
 instinctively we stretch forth our hand in feeling after the hand 
 of God. If so be we reach it we have the thrill of soul. I can- 
 not speak to you as I would. I shrink from saying anything, 
 oppressed by the fear that what I may say shall be discord in 
 the loving symphony of your hearts. 
 
 What Col. Henderson wrought is preserved in the coldness of 
 type on many pages; what he was and the things for which he 
 strove are known to those who had his love, his friendship and 
 his great solicitude. Throughout his life, while his mind had 
 strength, he was a helpful man. Out of his helpfulness came 
 his glory. He was naturally a leader; he was always a soldier. 
 In his congressional district he was "Our Dave." He belonged 
 to his people; there was a sense of partnership, if not of owner- 
 ship, and the men did for him the better to do for themselves. 
 The greatness of his heart broke down barriers, and into his 
 life came trooping the multitude. He welcomed all alike — the 
 rich, the poor, the proud, the lowly, the joyful, the sorrowful, 
 the few of strength and the many with heavy burden. Where 
 he stood was the shining of the sun, and in his atmosphere was 
 warmth and the cheer of it. He was a rich contributor to the 
 needs of men ; and he had such tenderness as to dry the tears 
 of women and such magician's art as to pluck the appearance 
 of trouble from the'f aces of children. "Our Dave!" He never 
 bore a prouder title. 
 
 Our friend was a native of Old Deer, Scotland; but essentially 
 he was an Iowan — broadly speaking, an American. He was 6 
 years old when the family arrived in Illinois, and he was 9 years 
 old when settlement was made on a farm in Fayette county of 
 this state. He was a working boy — a farmer's boy. He 
 attended the neighborhood school; he led the simple life and 
 grew to a lusty manhood. He was a student in the Upper Iowa 
 
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 University in 1861 when the call came for men for the saving of 
 the Union. He surrendered his own plans; he joined in fanning 
 the fires of patriotism, and on a September day, a leader among 
 his mates, he put his name to an enlistment roll as a private 
 soldier. He was chosen first lieutenant to Company C, Twelfth 
 Iowa Volunteer Infantry, and with that noble regiment he went 
 to the front. That was the beginning of his long service to his 
 state and to his country. At Donelson he was wounded; at 
 Corinth he lost a leg, and on February 16, 1863, he was dis- 
 charged. But he only accepted a furlough, for in May following 
 he was appointed commissioner of the board of enrollment for 
 the Third district of Iowa, and he served in that place untilJune, 
 1864, when he re-entered the army as colonel of the Forty- sixth 
 Iowa Volunteer Infantry and served therein to the close of the 
 term for which the regiment was enlisted. He was admitted to 
 the bar in the fall of 1865, and from November of that 
 year until June, 1869, he was collector of internal revenue for 
 this elistrict, and then he resigned to become a member of the 
 law firm of Shiras, Van Duzee & Henderson. In 1882 he was 
 elected representative in congress from the Third district, and 
 he continued in that office for twenty years — the last four years 
 in the great office of speaker. He served for a longer time in 
 the House of Representatives than any Iowa man has yet served, 
 and his record in that body it not likely soon to be matched by 
 a representative from this state. His service throughout was 
 characteristic of the man. It was efficient, patriotic and uni- 
 formly in distinguished place. He was a recognized leader in 
 that body long before his speakership, serving on the committee 
 on Appropriations, on the committee on Judiciary and on the 
 committee on Rules. With the retirement of the late Thomas B. 
 Reed he was the unanimous choice of his political associates 
 for the exalted station Mr. Reed surrendered, and on the expira- 
 tion of his first term as speaker he was unanimously re-elected. 
 Had he remained in congress he would with like unanimity 
 been continued in the place. In 1902 the convention of his party in 
 this congressional district tendered him a renomination. He 
 decided not to accept it. He decided to retire from public, life. 
 He acted on his own motion and with courage that never failed 
 him. His announcement was a shock to his friends and a sur- 
 prise to the state and to the country. But having determin ed 
 upon his course, no amount of persuasion could turn him from it. 
 It seemed a pity that his brilliant public career should end as 
 
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 it did; and yet there is this to turn to — that it ended with 
 honors at his feet and with the love and confidence of his peo- 
 ple unshaken. There are so many exceptions that we do not 
 need on this account to add one atom to the weight of our regret. 
 We may even say that it was best that it should be so. It may 
 well be a pity, nevertheless, that so many men come to the end 
 of their public service under circumstances we count in the 
 retrospect as unhappy. There is no sting to mortal life like that 
 of ingratitude. To be misunderstood, to have all thought of 
 kindness and of service swept away, and to be brought face to 
 face with the undiscerning and passionate struggle of partisan 
 selfishness, when one's years are come within hailing distance 
 erf the limit of a lifetime, puts strong hearts to such cruel tests 
 that there are many broken. So it is that there is much super- 
 ficial judgment that the public service is to be shunned; and 
 yet we know that out of this service have we all the greatness, 
 the wonderful opportunity and the glory of this government 
 which in the process of time has worked out the Union, the 
 progress, the shining example, of these states, constituting 
 under God, as I believe, one great republic. 
 
 The youth of Col. Henderson in his love of country was never 
 old, and though he had lived twice his years yet would the 
 ardor of it made no sign of age. I wish I had in this hour the 
 eloquence with which he was wont to speak. In his young man- 
 hood he took an oath of allegiance to the stars and stripes, 
 and where that flag led, if he did not himself bear it, he followed 
 always and unfalteringly. There was no shiftiness in his 
 patriotism ; no shrinking in the loyalty of his service, and no 
 pride that withheld his hand from friend associated with him in 
 triumph or from foe prostrate in defeat. He was known as a 
 manly man; and so he was known in the House of Representa- 
 tives where he so long served. He won the admiration of his 
 political opponents, for they learned that they could take him 
 at his word. He fought in the open and not by intrigue; his 
 word was as an all-sufficient bond. He was scrupulously care- 
 ful of his political promises; he would not run from them to 
 cover. This was the secret of his great power in the House of 
 Representatives. He was a partisan, to be sure, but he was 
 fair, he rung true, he was honest. His enthusiasm was as the 
 march of an army, and in the midst of the clash of angry debate 
 his voice resounded above the din like blast of bugle. He was 
 
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 always in the thick of it, but from every battle he came out a 
 larger man. Thus it was that he came to be speaker, the high- 
 est office in the government to which he was eligible, and the 
 first man ever chosen to that place of distinction and great 
 power from a state west of the Mississippi river. 
 
 For a period of years, and in a formative period of republican 
 triumph, he stood in full stature as a national leader — which is 
 to say, a national representative. He was a councilor and a 
 fighter. In the great national conventions of his party he 
 helped to form the line of battle. In the conventions of his 
 state he was always to be reckoned with. Here, again, a ques- 
 tion of loyalty was never placed against his name. He lived 
 and did his greatest work in a time of marvelous achievement, 
 wherefrom in this present time there is much of bounty, much 
 of reward, much of the fruit of hope and of striving, affording 
 safe harbor and secure anchorage. A time like this may well 
 move us to consider our great debt, which in no measure can 
 we discharge except that we shall serve, so far as strength is 
 lodged with us, as we have been served. 
 
 It may be true that Col. Henderson was often controlled by 
 his sympathies, and I honor him for that. He was lion-hearted, 
 and yet he was tender-hearted. His love of Iowa he kept 
 green, and he gave it nurture, as the garden of his flowers, 
 down to the last sad days of his conscious life. When he retired 
 from congress he had thought of opportunity elsewhere. He 
 went to New York and mixed with the strange faces and the 
 confusion of that mighty city. But one day came word that he 
 would return to this his city and to this his state, and that here 
 he would pass the remainder of his days. Possibly the con- 
 sciousness was upon him that his time of initiation and of strug- 
 gle was well nigh over; at least there came to him the senso of 
 loneliness and the longing for home. And so it was that hands 
 here and from over the state were outstretched to him in unani- 
 mous bidding that he come. Alas! that he should already have 
 entered upon the greatest, the most heroic battle of his life. 
 He sought restoration in California. The tenderest of loving 
 hearts were with him ; but as the weeks passed the sorrowful 
 story took form that he was being pressed by an implacable foe 
 toward the darkness of the river. He returned in the early 
 months of a new year; he saw these familiar hillsides take on 
 their color; he saw the trees that line these familiar streets 
 break their buds and expand their foliage; he saw the faces of 
 
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 old friends- and as the summer waned the night came on. 
 But he was at home. Aye, now let us say he is at home, and 
 peace be his for ever more. 
 
 I shall remember him as he was, in the brilliancy of his mind 
 and in the buoyancy of his physical strength. I shall remem- 
 ber him as the comrade he was, the life of every company. He 
 had more sunshine than he had need of for himself and he 
 warmed men and made them glad. He dignified high station, 
 and out of his great heart he wove countless wreathes for hum- 
 ble lives. Of these latter there will be some in my own coffin. 
 
 His life was an example and an inspiration : the poor boy on 
 the farm, the soldier going to the front, his cruel hurt, his 
 indomitable spirit, his struggle for a better place among men ; 
 how he builded from the web of opportunity, gained admission 
 to a learned profession, took a place with distinguished law- 
 yers, year by year added to his power; chosen to represent his 
 district in congress, advanced there to great influence, receiving 
 at the last the homage of the office which is only second to the 
 presidency — this poor boy, born over the sea. He had many 
 contest; we may know he had defeats, for we have come here 
 now with our tears and with our benedictions. 
 
 All the struggle is over, the varying tide of it and its pain. 
 We can add nothing to his fame; we cannot put his heart to 
 beating, and there is no power in earthly love to recall the soul 
 that has taken flight. The lifelong soldier has been mustered 
 out. His commission is with his people. 
 
 David Bremmer Henderson — but not that. "Our Dave,'* 
 hail to you and farewell ! 
 
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