He knew the history of legislation--the principles that have been settled upon the fields of war. He knew the maxims,--those crystallizations of common sense, those hand-grenades of argument. He was not a case-lawyer--a decision index, or an echo; he was original, thoughtful and profound. He had breadth and scope, resource, learning, logic, and above all, a sense of justice. He was painstaking and conscientious--anxious to know the facts--preparing for every attack, ready for every defence. He rested only when the end was reached. During the contest, he neither sent nor received a flag of truce. He was true to his clients--making their case his. Feeling responsibility, he listened patiently to details, and to his industry there were only the limits of time and strength. He was a student of the Constitution. He knew the boundaries of State and Federal jurisdiction, and no man was more familiar with those great decisions that are the peaks and promontories, the headlands and the beacons, of the law. He was an orator,--logical, earnest, intense and picturesque. He laid the foundation with care, with accuracy and skill, and rose by "cold gradation and well balanced form" from the corner-stone of statement to the domed conclusion. He filled the stage. He satisfied the eye--the audience was his. He had that indefinable thing called presence. Tall, commanding, erect--ample in speech, graceful in compliment, Titanic in denunciation, rich in illustration, prodigal of comparison and metaphor--and his sentences, measured and rhythmical, fell like music on the enraptured throng. He abhorred the Pharisee, and loathed all conscientious fraud. He had a profound aversion for those who insist on putting base motives back of the good deeds of others. He wore no mask. He knew his friends--his enemies knew him. He had no patience with pretence--with patriotic reasons for unmanly acts. He did his work and bravely spoke his thought. Sensitive to the last degree, he keenly felt the blows and stabs of the envious and obscure--of the smallest, of the weakest--but the greatest could not drive him from conviction's field. He would not stoop to ask or give an explanation. He left his words and deeds to justify themselves. He held in light esteem a friend who heard with half-believing ears the slander of a foe. He walked a highway of his own, and kept the company of his self-respect. He would not turn aside to avoid a foe--to greet or gain a friend. In his nature there was no compromise. To him there were but two paths--the right and wrong. He was maligned, misrepresented and misunderstood--but he would not answer. He knew that character speaks louder far than any words. He was as silent then as he is now--and his silence, better than any form of speech, refuted every charge.