rever our language is spoken. The family was distinguished for
talents of the highest order. It would indeed be difficult to find
its counterpart in our history. One of the brothers, Stephen J.
Field, was for a third of a century a distinguished justice of the
Supreme Court of the United States. The youngest, Dr. Henry M.
Field, was eminent alike as theologian and author. The name of
the remaining brother, Cyrus W. Field, is, and will continue, a
household word in two hemispheres. After repeated failures, to
the verge even of extremity, "the trier of spirits," the dream of his
life became a reality. The Atlantic cable was laid, and, in the words
of John Bright, Mr. Field had "moored the New World alongside the Old."

The Hon. Henry Watterson, of Kentucky, was a representative during
the closing session of Congress. As the editor of a great journal,
Mr. Watterson was already well known to the country. His talents were
of a high order. In his chosen field he had no superior. For many
years he was a recognized leader of his party, and one of the chief
managers in all its national conventions. His contributions to the
literature of three decades of political campaigns were almost
unparalleled. As a forcible, trenchant writer he is to be mentioned
with Greeley, Raymond, Prentice, and Dana. His career, too, as
a public lecturer, has been both successful and brilliant. The
Congressional service of Mr. Watterson terminated with the session
just mentioned. His speech, near its close, upon the bill creating
an electoral commission to determine the Tilden-Hayes Presidential
controversy was listened to with earnest attention, and at once
gave him high place among the great debaters of that eventful
Congress.

While a passenger on a train to Washington, to be present at the
opening of Congress, my attention was directed to a man of venerable
appearance, who entered the sleeping-car at a station not many
miles out from Cincinnati. He was dressed in "Kentucky jeans" and
had the appearance of a well-to-do farmer. Standing in the aisle near
me, he was soon engaged in earnest conversation with the porter,
endeavoring to secure a berth. The porter repeatedly assured
him that this was impossible, as every berth was taken. He told the
porter that he was quite ill, and must get on his journey. I then
proposed that he share my berth for the night. He gladly did so
until other accommodations were provided.

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