Mr. WALSH said: Mr. Speaker, The illustrious man whose death we this day mourn, was so long my political leader――so long almost the object of my personal idolatry――that I cannot allow that he shall go down to the grave, without a word at least of affectionate remembrance――without a tribute to a memory which will exact tribute as long as a heart shall be found to beat within the bosom of civilized man, and human agency shall be adequate in any _form_ to give them an expression; and even, sir, if I had no heartfelt sigh to pour out here――if I had no tear for that coffin’s lid, I should do injustice to those whose representative in part I am, if I did not in this _presence_, and at this time, raise the voice to swell the accents of the profoundest public sorrow. The state of Maryland has always vied with Kentucky in love and adoration of his name. Her people have gathered around him with all the fervour of a first affection, and with more than its _duration_. Troops of friends have ever clustered about his pathway with a personal devotion which each man of them regarded as the highest individual honor――friends, sir, to whose firesides the tidings of his death will go with all the withering influences which are felt when household ties are severed. I wish, sir, I could offer now a proper memorial for such a subject and such an affection. But as I strive to utter it, I feel the disheartening influence of the well-known truth, that in view of death all minds sink into triteness. It would seem, indeed, sir, that the great leveller of our race would vindicate his _title_ to be so considered, by making all men think alike in regard to his visitation――‘the thousand thoughts that begin and end in one’――the _desolation_ here――the eternal hope _hereafter_――are influences felt alike by the lowest intellect and the loftiest genius. Mr. Speaker, a statesman for more than fifty years in the councils of his country, whose peculiar charge it was to see that the republic suffered no detriment――a patriot for all times, all circumstances, and all emergencies――has passed away from the trials and triumphs of the world, and gone to his reward. Sad as are the emotions which such an event would ordinarily excite, their intensity is heightened by the matters so fresh within the memories of us all: