Kentucky has throughout her history been known as the home of statesmen and orators. Not only has she sent to the forum of national life a long and illustrious list of great men; she has poured her rich blood into every State of the Union. History, tradition, and romance have mingled to make the true Kentuckian a little different from other types of men. Mental and physical courage, chivalry, a strong sense of justice, pride in ancestry, and love of native land have combined to form in that fair State the nearest approximation of the typical man. Historians have wondered at and sought to explain the mystery which seems to be fused from soil and air and stream and sky into the men and women of our State. But we need not tarry long in attempting to analyze it. The inspiration of such a history, of such romantic traditions, of such sacrifices, of such devotion to the highest ideals of our race, of such beauty of face and character and landscape, sweeps us on and up toward the goal of human perfection. The life stories of her great men and women accumulate to enrich the experience and inspire the hopes of each succeeding generation; and each generation adds its towering figure to shed light upon the groping footsteps of the next. Such a figure was OLLIE JAMES.

Among all the names which have made Kentucky a household word throughout the Nation none could catch with more unerring judgment the throbbing heart of the masses. He knew the people, because he had grown up with them and had endured with them and shared their hardships. His heart was big and full in sympathy with them.

And this trait, Mr. Speaker, is one that lingers in our memory when we think of Mr. JAMES. We can not forget his bigness of heart. In his sympathies he was as tender as a woman. He never became calloused to the griefs and sorrows of humanity. I stood with him once at

the railroad station in Lexington when a poor woman alighted from the train in mourning and in tears. Senator JAMES looked on for a moment, then turned to me, with tears in his own eyes, and said, "Isn't it terrible to see a woman weep like that?" This touch of humanity softened and sweetened his outlook upon life and drew to him a host of devoted and admiring friends.

So, whether we measure him as statesman, as lawyer, as citizen, as son, brother, husband, or friend, he measured up to the full stature of greatness. His name will be entwined in the deepening memory of the people of his native State; and when men foregather to dwell upon the richness and fragrance of our historic men and traditions their minds will turn to the name of Ollie JAMES. He will be missed in the Senate; he will be missed in Washington, where every man, woman, and child knew him by sight; he will be missed in national conventions, where his voice and figure inspired the enthusiasm of delegates; he will be missed on the stump in Kentucky and throughout the Nation; he will be missed in the councils of his party, where his judgment and wisdom were acknowledged. He will be missed in the great Gibraltar district of west Kentucky, which he honored and which delighted to honor him. He will be missed in many a courthouse in Kentucky, where anxious and enthusiastic crowds surged and clamored to hear his voice. He will be missed in the hearts of all who knew and loved him. We honor his memory, and thus we honor ourselves. We honor him as statesman, as citizen, as friend. We honor him for his great gifts of mind; but we honor him more for his great gifts of heart. We honor him for his work as legislator and orator; but we honor him more for the knowledge that he held firm to the principles instilled into his heart at his mother's knee, which made him incorruptible in every relationship of life. We honor him as public

servant and as man.

Nature will soon carpet his grave with green and loving hands will journey there to lay sweet flowers upon it. But in our hearts his memory will live forever fresh and sweet, until the trumpets shall call us to the shores of that land beyond the stars.

A man,

Too little to count in the plan,

I do my destiny day by day,

I live my life and I go my way,

And what does it matter? And yet-and yet

The child or the deed which I beget

May alter the course of human history.

A man? Ah, yes; but a mystery.

A man,

A being of briefest span.

Just one of the myriad millions spawned

Who have fluttered a moment and swept beyond

Into seeming nothingness. Yet, ah, yet,

Some word I may utter and half forget

May echo along to eternity's portal.

A man? But perhaps an immortal.
A man,

Whose race, since time began,

Nadir to zenith and brink to brink,

Is hardly more than the hasty wink

Of a deity's eyelid. And yet-and yet

In this infinitesimal self is set

This boundless thought we have called infinity.

A man? But why not a divinity?

And as we think about the passing of Senator JAMES at the noontide of his life we can but recall that beautiful stanza in the poem "Crossing the Bar":

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell

When I embark;

For tho' from out this bourne of time and place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.

ADDRESS OF MR. AUSTIN, OF TENNESSEE

Mr. SPEAKER: We are here to eulogize one of Kentucky's great sons, OLLIE M. JAMES, for 10 years an active, useful, and influential Democratic leader in this House until a grateful people rewarded him by an election to the United States Senate, where he won by zeal, ability, and worth high rank as a leader among leaders.

Those of us who observed his conduct as a Member of the House of Representatives willingly bear testimony to his unceasing devotion to the interests of his constituents, his usefulness in promoting beneficial legislation for the Nation, and his influence and power as a popular leader.

In debate he was able, eloquent, and convincing; a strong partisan, but a fair and manly opponent; a political gladiator, who fought in the open, scorning to take an unfair advantage and never asking for quarter; a believer in everything Democracy stood for, but, above party fealty, he was first, last, and all the time an American. He was genial, whole-souled, and generous. He was as true as steel to his friends, and they were countless in both political parties. His fame was not confined to his beloved State, for he was known and admired throughout the Republic. His eloquent voice was heard North and South in national campaigns, and his attendance for years at Democratic national conventions brought him in touch with the leaders of his party from every State in the Union.

In and out of Congress his political advice was sought and followed, and his death was a great loss to the party he delighted to honor and to serve.

He was the idol of the Kentucky Democracy, and his hold upon the loyalty and affections of the people was

never broken. The people believed in him. They had

reasons for trusting him. They had unwavering confidence in his sincerity, his honesty, his courage, and his leadership. They followed him with the same fidelity, loyalty, and enthusiasm as the people of Kentucky had in former years followed their great "Harry of the West"Henry Clay.

In every position of trust and responsibility, in private and public life, Senator JAMES did his duty-his full duty. His career was one of usefulness-unselfishness-and his busy life full of private and public deeds which will be remembered and cherished.

We were from adjoining sister States, which have much in common, and during our joint service in this body were personal friends. While we were not in political accord, I admired Senator JAMES for his many noble qualities; for his open, frank, manly methods; for always having the courage of his convictions; for his great ability; for his untiring work for his district and State; for his fair and courteous conduct toward his political opponents; for his fealty to party pledges; for his loyalty to the Republic, and for his love for and tenderness to his devoted wife.

Mr. Speaker, a Tennessee friend offers this brief but heartfelt tribute of respect to the memory of OLLIE M. JAMES, the brave, generous, and knightly son Kentucky gave the Republic, to whose interest he was ever loyal and devoted.