Mark Twain

Hartford, Comí., Nov. 4.- During the republkan jollification meeting laatevening at the opera house, which was filled to overflowing, Mark Twain was called upod fora speech, and delivered what he termed a funeral oration over the democratie party. Coming as it did, imuiediately af'ter ao ad dress by two clergyuien, and begiuning in rather a lugubrious way, the a blage did uot at first know how to receive il. As the Npcakci ntut Lm, li..w.Mt,,r t}.e quior political hit begao to be appreciated. Almost every senteoue was greeted with roais of laughter. Following ia the ad dress i M .. " There are occasions which are po solenin, so weighted with the deep couoerns of lile, that then even the lioensod jester must lay asido his cap aod bclls and remember that be ia a man aud mortal ; that even his light, butterfly career of folly has ts serious seasons, and he caDiiot iieu theiu or ignore tbeiu. Such a time, my friends, is th 8, tor we are ia the üear preseoue o one who is a passenger from this lifo, one whom we have kuown long and well, but shall know no more forever. About the couch of' him who lies stricken are gathered those who hold him dear, and vho await the oncomiog ofagreat sorrow. Uis breath ing is famt, and grows fainter ; his voice h becotuing a whisper; his pulse scareely record tbe languiahing ebb and flow oi' the wasted curreut of his lile ; his lips are pal lid, and the froth of dissolution gatherj upon them ; his face is drawn ; his check are sunken ; the roses ar gone from theni and attlies are in tlieir plae; bis fbnn i.i still ; his f'eet are ice ; hiseyes are vacmt ; l.„-a-a -_„-. ;.. .. i.; i . „ . h icks Bt thecoverlet wiih unconscious bngers , ' babbles o' green fields ;' death's rattle is in his throat : his tiiue is at hand. "Every breeze tbat comes to us out of the distances, near and far, and frotu every segment of the wide horizon, is heavy with a voico Miouraing for sorrow acooiuplinhed, and the burilen uf the uiuurning i.-, 'The aged and stricken democratie party is ily ing ; ' and the burden of the latnent will be, ' The mighty is lallen, the democratie party is de-. ' And who, and what is he that is dying, and will pre.sently be dead ? A foot-sore political wauderer, a hoiry political tramp, an itinerant poor actor, familiar with mariy disguises, a buteher of uiaoy parta. " ín tho north he played ' I'rotection' nd 'HurdMoney.' In the wost he played ' Prottction,' 'FreeTrade,' 'HardMoney,' and 'Soft Money,' changing disguises and parts according to the ezigencies of the occasion. In the south he played ' Tariff Por Revcnue ; ' in the north and the west lic played the ' Apostle of Freedom.' In the south he played 'The Assassin of Freedom,' and mouthed the sacred shibboetbs of liberty, with cruel and bloody lips. HU brast and final appearance upon the namn's stae was tho new picce entitled 'rorgery and P.r-,' ;u wuicti ne was assisted by the whole strength of ihecompany. [t was a poor piece. It was indifferently played, so it failed, and he was hissed and abused by the audienoe. But he lies low ww, and blameand praises are to him alike. The charitable will scare the one. the cious will reserve the other. O, friends ! tlii.s is not a time for jests anl levity, but a ;ime for bended forma and uncovered heads, r we stand ia the near presenoe of majes;ic death, a giisly aml awful dcath. For it s a death from which there is no resurrec tion. Heaven bleas us, ooeand all ! Heaven teraper the blow to the afflicted fuuiily. [leaven graot tbeiu a change of heart and a better life."