Identifier: americaencyclopa00newm (find matches)
Title: America: an encyclopaedia of its history and biography
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Newman, Stephen Morrell. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Chicago, Coburn & Cook publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ost boyishly happy. On hisway to the railroad station, to w^hich hedrove slow^ly, in conscious enjoyment ofthe beautiful morning, with an unwontedsense of leisure and a keen anticipationof pleasure, his talk was all in the grate-ful and gratulatory vein. He felt thatafter four months of trial his administra-tion was strong in its grasp of affairs,strong in popular favor, and destined togrow stronger; that grave difficultiesconfronting him at his inauguration hadbeen safely passed; that trouble lay be-hind him and not before him; that hewas soon to meet the wife he loved, nowrecovering from an illness which hadbut lately disquieted and at times almostunnerved him; that he was going to hisAlma JMatcr, to renew the most cher-ished associations of his young manhood,and to exchange greetings with thosewhose deepening interest had followedevery step of his upward progress fromthe day he entered upon his collegecourse until he had attained the loftiestelevation in the gift of his countrymen.
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1877-1882.) THE VIGOR OF LIFE. 1007 Surely, if happiness can ever come fromthe honors or triumphs of this world, onthat quiet morning James A. Garfieldmay well have been a happy man. No foreboding of evil haunted him;no slightest premonition of dangerclouded his sky. His terrible fate wasupon him in an instant. One momenthe stood erect, strong, confident in theyears stretching peacefully out beforehim, the next he lay wounded, bleeding,helpless, doomed to weary weeks of tor-tuie, to silence, and the grave. Great in life, he was surpassinglygreat in death. For no cause, in thevery frenzy of wantonness and wicked-ness, by the red hand of murder, be wasthrust from the full tide of this worldsinterests, from its hopes, its aspirations, itsvictories, into the visible presence ofdeath—and he did not quail. Not alonefor the one short moment in ^vhich,stunned and dazed, he could give up life,hardly aware of its relinquishment, butthrough days of deadly languor, throughweeks of agony that wa

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