of the buried acorn and make it to burst from its prison walls, will He leave neglected in the earth the soul of man who was made in the image of his Creator? If He stoops to give to the rose bush, whose withered blossoms float upon the breeze, the sweet assurance of another springtime, will He withhold the word of hope from the children of men when the frosts of winter come? If matter, mute and inanimate, though changed by the forces of nature into a multitude of forms, can never die, will the proud spirit of man suffer annihilation after it has paid a brief visit, like a royal guest, to this tenement of clay? Let us rather believe that He, who in his apparent prodigality wastes not the raindrop, the blade of grass, or the evening's sighing zephyr, but makes them all to carry out His plan, has given immortality to the mortal.

So, may we not therefore in our faith believe today that our comrades have departed for the usefulness of a richer life, leaving behind them the impulses of their courage, their inspiration, their loyalty to inspire us to the completion of the task which they had begun; that in these halls, where once they were so active in debate, they still remain watching our efforts; that they are a part of the choir invisible

Of those immortal dead who live again

In minds made better by their presence; live

In pulses stirred to generosity,

In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn

For miserable aims that end with self.

In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,
And with their mild persistence urge man's search

To vaster issues.

And now, after having listened for the last time to the roll call of our colleagues, we turn our faces from the past and set our eyes upon the future to meet new problems, to find new solutions, and may we from this occasion have gathered new faith in the eternal purpose of things, and in that faith may we be inspired to carve for the people of this Nation a destiny in the future worthy of the ideals and dreams of our comrades who are gone.

The Interstate Chorus sang "The Long Day Closes."

Hon. ALLEN T. TREADWAY, a Representative from the State of Massachusetts, delivered the following address:

ADDRESS OF HON. ALLEN T. TREADWAY

Mr. TREADWAY. Mr. Speaker, in accordance with the custom which was adopted a number of years ago, we are today assembled to pay homage to those Members of the House and Senate who during the past year answered their last roll call. They have passed on to yonder shore where, we are confident, a new life has opened for them from which we can feel they are participating in spirit with us on this occasion.

It is not for us to know what that life is, but as a reward for their faithful services here and their honorable careers in this life we believe that they are now beginning to live; to live that life of unimpaired influence and unmingled happiness for which their talents and services were destined. These shall resist the empire of decay

When time is o'er and worlds have passed away;
Cold in the dust the perished heart may lie,
But that which warmed it can never die.

The intimate relations between Members here particularly qualify us to join in sympathetic sorrow for the kinfolk of our departed colleagues who are assembled with us on this occasion. We extend our sympathy not only to those here in person, but likewise to those relatives who for various reasons are unable to participate in these exercises today.

The consolation to us and to the bereaved families is the thought that the tasks of these men were accomplished. They were found faithful in the duties of a position of trust. They bore the burden of the affairs of Government from which springs the greatness of our Republic. We may be great in area, in natural resources, in grand mountains and verdant hills, and we may have all the underlying characteristics of a great nation, but there can be no cohesion or strength in it unless the human equation is preeminent. As generations come and go, this country, fortunately, has enlisted in its public service the men who could bring our

natural qualifications under guidance. Those guides are the selected ones of the people who represent them in these Chambers. If they should fail, the country would be the sufferer. The men whom we honor here today carried on and made their contribution to the success of Government. Such leadership entitles them to all praise that we can bestow upon them. In behalf of the Members of Congress, it is my privilege to share in expressing our appreciation of them in these all-too-insufficient words.

Among the great compensations enjoyed by Members of Congress are the precious friendships formed here. These friendships grow up without regard to party affiliation, and in some instances closely rival the brotherly affection of Damon and Pythias and other comrades of legend.

Friendship-how sweet is this wonderful boon of earth! It involves so many things, but above all, the power of going out of oneself and appreciating whatever is noble and loving in another.

Looking back upon our associations with our late lamented brethren, we can conjure up many happy recollections. As we who are left behind continue along life's pathway, our journey will be made more pleasant as these recollections spring to mind.

Grant but memory to us

Said the poet Whittier

And we can lose nothing by death.

Longfellow wrote:

The grave itself is nothing but a covered bridge

Leading from light to light through a brief darkness.

Unfortunately, it is only after these associations have been severed by the Grim Reaper that there comes to us a full realization of how much we treasured them. It is, therefore, fitting that we should pause in our deliberations for this brief period, that we may pay to their memories a final and affectionate tribute.

To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.

We whose services here extend over a period of years have seen many faces come and go. The procession is endless. Those of us who have witnessed the procession the longest naturally have made the most friends, but as we look about and reflect upon the number who have gone before", strange loneliness comes over us.

Men drop so fast, ere life's midstage we tread,
Few know so many friends alive, as dead.

While we "await alike the inevitable hour ", and though death is as natural as birth, yet we cannot but feel that the passing of our late colleagues in each instance was hastened by the strain and stress of the times.

The work of a conscientious Member of Congress at any time is exacting, but perhaps at no time in the history of our country has it been more strenuous than during the past few years.

What achievements have been wrought within the historic walls of these Chambers! If on every spot where some noble servant has struggled to bring this land into a harvest of promise, if on every grave of every hero of this Capitol there should spring up some vine, some fruitful tree, some spray of flowers, our whole land would be a beautiful garden and the air would be filled with fragrance.

Our departed colleagues had devoted varying periods of time to the public service, ranging from 2 years to a third of a century. Some had attained positions of high honor in their States before coming to the National Legislature. Being gifted beyond the lot of most men, they forged their way to the top of the ladder of success by their ability.

Our country grows as the years roll on; its mighty structure is builded of the living stones that marshal themselves to forms of ceaseless labor amid the responses of a free and intelligent people; and, may I add, there is only one way to have good public servants, and that is for our fellow citizens to be worthy of being well served.

Plutarch said that the measure of a man's life is the well spending of it and not the length. Our late colleagues could

well afford to have their lives judged by this standard. Those dear ones who are left behind them can be justly proud of their records of service and achievement.

The passing of these distinguished men is a loss not alone to their families, but to the Nation. Skilled in statecraft, trained in lawmaking, and experienced in public affairs, their services are no longer at the call of a Nation which today stands sorely in need of all the leadership it can secure. Yet of necessity others must rise to take their places; and because these men lived, the course of those who succeed them will be made the more smooth.

With the passing of these illustrious men, we again come face to face with the age-old question, Is death the end? If this question need be answered in the affirmative, our heads might well be bowed today in grief and sorrow, and we should bid a long farewell to all that is good and great in the being of man. If the soul of man returns to dust along with his flesh, there would be occasion indeed for lamentation and despair.

There is no unbelief;

Whoever plants a seed beneath the sod
And awaits to see it push away the clod,
Trusts in God.

Job asked, "If a man die, shall he live again? Philosophers have debated this question for centuries, but it has never been answered by any definite proof. We know that men have dreamed of immortality, and we know that the desire for everlasting life is universal. Yet we cannot prove immortality. In spite of this, men have persisted in the belief that "Death is but the beginning and not the end." There are so many spiritual capacities in man which he cannot develop in this life that they point to a better and more harmonious future.

We are taught to believe that the Savior's mission on earth was to bring immortality to light, yet even He did not try to prove its existence. Neither did He argue the