Hahnemannian Monthly. I wish to quote brief portions of Dr. Pearson's article:

It is difficult to depict the life of such an active man with accuracy. His versatile mind and conscientious study enabled him to accumulate an amazing amount of reliable information.

His interest in the new food and drug legislation was unbounded and his detailed knowledge included technical chemical details, legislative procedures, interests of reputable manufacturers, and he never wavered from the policy of giving adequate protection to the public.

ROYAL SAMUEL COPELAND lived a life filled with hard work of definite constructive value. He helped millions of people with his suggestions on health, medicine, and the fine art of living which were the result of wide experience, ardent study, sympathy for the underdeveloped, and a sincere desire to make the world a better place in which to live.

Dr. COPELAND was actively identified all his life with the principles of political and religious toleration. He was a stalwart defender of good will among all men. He realized the worth of free ideas. The most democratic thing in the world is an idea. To be the cradle of a great thought is the deepest religious experience a man can have. A dominant idea will choose a humble birthplace for itself, often in the mind of some obscure man or some neglected child, and from that idea will grow the force of a mighty movement which will shake the world and rock the thrones of earthly rulers. Before the power of a great idea the forces of present-day dictators must tremble. They will give way before the shining light of truth as the blackness of midnight yields to the approach of the rising sun.

America needs strong men, such as Dr. ROYAL SAMUEL COPELAND, who put God first in their daily life. America needs strong men-many strong men-not just one or a few. America needs strong men who accept as the ideals of their lives the patterns of individual initiative and divine guidance which led our American sires as pioneers from ocean to ocean. No one has yet found a substitute for their strength of character and the stout hearts which they brought to the

making of America. No sacrifice is too great which will help us conserve our American heritage of courage and faith.

These are the thoughts that come to me when I think of Dr. COPELAND. Words fail me when I try to express how sad we all were in his passing. Dr. COPELAND and I had been scheduled to address a convention of doctors in Philadelphia, and he was unable to attend. His last words to me were, "I cannot go, Jim. I am too tired." So he had to cancel the engagement. As it turned out, I was also compelled to cancel my engagement, because the Senate was in session that day late into the evening.

At even, ere the sun was set,

The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
Oh, in what divers pains they met!
Oh, with what joy they went away!

Once more 'tis eventide, and we,
Oppressed with various ills, draw near;
What if Thy form we cannot see?

We know and feel that Thou art here.

Thy touch has still its ancient power,
No word from Thee can fruitless fall;
Hear, in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all.

Address by Senator Barkley

Of Kentucky

Mr. BARKLEY. Mr. President, though the fitness of the time was not altogether realized when the ceremonies of this day were ordered, it strikes me as being eminently appropriate that on this, the 29th day of May, we should pause in our legislative duties to pay our feeble words of respect and honor to the two distinguished Senators who are being memorialized today, for tomorrow all over America the countless dead will sleep beneath a wilderness of flowers, and the butterfly, ancient emblem of immortality, will flutter over every grave.

I always feel how inadequate are our efforts to pay tribute to our friends, whether they hold high station or whether they walk in the humbler paths of life, where the sun of publicity never shines, for in the hour of grief, when the sable drapery of mourning is drawn in heavy folds around us, silence itself is sometimes more eloquent and impressive than the chaste rhetoric of the scholar, or the flowing declamations of the orator. In the ministrations of affliction the downcast, full, and drooping eye sometimes speaks the sentiments of the heart in language more touching and truthful than the polished utterances of the eulogist, or the glowing phrases, clothed in beautiful imagery of the poet.

Mr. President, on an occasion such as this our minds naturally revert to the more solid and substantial things of life. We all love life, and though it be extended beyond the years of apparent usefulness, we cling to it. All nature loves life. Although knowing not life's value, the infant clings to its mother's neck in the hour of danger, and when the storm approaches the sparrow beats its own life out against the windowpane in its effort to preserve its life. We are reminded of the beautiful poem of Oliver Wendell Holmes,

The Last Leaf, in which he describes how tensely, through the autumn and winter months, the last leaf clings to the tree, and he concludes

What is this

Let them smile, as I do now,
At the old forsaken bough
Where I cling.

thing, Mr. President, about which we are talking today? We are not all endowed equally with intellect, or physical strength, or the power of description, or with financial genius, and those of us who sit in this distinguished body, like those who have gone before us and those who will follow us, are no doubt prone to puff ourselves up a little because of the possession of some temporary power or authority conferred upon us by a confiding constituency. But in the final assessment of the value of men's lives, who shall say that the man who sits in the Senate, or on the judge's bench, or in the Governor's chair, renders greater service to society than the man who, in the middle of the street, digs a ditch in order that a wire or pipe or cable may be laid to bring heat and light and comfort to the people?

"Bob" Ingersoll was one of America's greatest orators. He had the power of imagery and was a master of beautiful description and elegant diction. He described life as “a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities." He spent a large portion of his life seeking to destroy the faith men and women had in a traditional religion. Yet with all his doubt and his agnosticism, when he stood one day by the grave of his brother, he uttered the beautiful sentiment, “In the hour of death, hope sees a star, and listening love hears the rustle of a wing."

Mr. President, I served with Senator COPELAND, and I honored and respected him. We did not always agree on the details of legislation, and that is perfectly natural. This would be a monotonous world if all the 2,000,000,000 men and women in it thought the same thoughts and harbored within

their hearts the same sentiments and the same feelings. It is the friction of intellectual contact that gives life to deliberation and wisdom to final determination.

I recall one particular instance in which the fine heart of Senator COPELAND was displayed, soon after the great flood in the Ohio Valley, which destroyed more than $4,000,000,000 worth of property. I was anxious, in the closing hours of the session of Congress, to obtain some relief for the stricken people, and the legislation proposed was in charge of Senator COPELAND, as chairman of the Committee on Commerce. I recall that late one day he stood here in the Well of the Senate and would not consent to an adjournment, although tired and worn from his labors almost to the extent which characterized the last few hours of his life, until some relief had been granted to the people living in this stricken valley.

Senator COPELAND was a man of strong convictions, of deep allegiances, of high ideals. He was a man of deep religious convictions and had all his life been an active member of the same denomination in which I myself claim membership. In all of his contests, in all of his activities, he was a gentle soul. I have sometimes felt that the physician, the man who heals and relieves the ailments of the human body, after all, renders the greatest service that can be performed by a human being. Long before he ever attained high office, long before he had any ambition to attain high office, in countless places and in countless ways that never found expression in the public press, Senator COPELAND ministered to those who suffered.

Our memories are rich in these associations. They inspire us to greater effort on our own part. They inspired us to make ourselves worthy of their companionship in the past, but they inspire us to be worthy of their hallowed memory in the years to come.

Mr. President, as I think of these Senators, not as Senators, not as public officers, not as worthy and humble bearers of distinguished honors but as human beings, I am