Show AT TUK GRAVE OF TRUMBULL the san francisco chronicle never hag been never will be a great paper editorials editor ialy long as the spirit back of it recognizes as legitimate the business of selling or trading its opinions for money or the patronage at the disposal of a political party STANDARD has had occasion lately to refer to the low plane on which tho editorial columns of that journal are conducted aud ie again called upon to take notice of the mean littleness ot a journal supposed to have some regard for the common proprieties of life the following paragraph is from the chronicle of the the boy of the platte standing uncovered at the grave of lyman drum bull with hia eyes brimming with tears ie a moving spectacle if bryan is not given to posing then his actions since the day of his nomination belie him think of a man who writes out his declination of a second term before he is chosen by his parry who talle stories with no point under the idea that he is emulating lincoln who makes a theatrical display of his grief over trumbulls grave and who talks constantly of his love of home and children lyman Trumbull able man in his prime when he was a power in the republican party but in hi old age when he served as mentor to bryan changed he his politics as readily and as often as he changed bis suit of clothes in tact he became a political crank with rabid notions in regard to the aggression of the supreme court and of corporations while no one could get any clear idea of his un ancial views to get a full of the in the above will recite the events in the life of william jennings bryan which moved him to visit the crave of lyman trumbull and to then turn toward the place of hie birth two weeke before the democratic national convention met his mother who is eaid by those of her acquaintance to have been ah a mother could be a woman of refinement education and lovable traits of character died at the family home in salem the bereavement over her passing away came to fill the young orators mind with sad thoughts and a man of his temperament with a sympathetic nature and a abble heart must have carried his griet in silence to the very platform of thy convention on which he made his eloquent defense of a cause he holds to 10 as sacred as that for which lincoln gave his life when the hour of bla triumph came his first reflective moments carried him back to his mother and likely hs would have given all his earthly possessions that she might have lived to have seen her son so exalted in the eyes of his countrymen greatest upon becoming president was the knowledge that hia mother lived to see the happy event going out to the home of mrs lyman trumbull deaths fell hand was again made evident bryan bad learned many of the precepts of life from trumbull and had taken political inspiration from this master mind trumbull too was dead and what was more natural than that this young statesman with a heart capable of throbbing with emotional sorrow for the friend of bis earlier life and a bremory most keen should stand at the grave of his benefactor and guide and recall the days when lyman trumbull was alive and sigh that he too did not live to witness an event which would have afforded him unbounded joy lyman Trum bulle life is spotless spot lees it cannot bo tainted by a nor can bis intellectuality be questioned by a hireling of any class william bryan paid a tribute to the dead when ha went out to tho chicago cemetery which mark him as a man whom death cannot divorce from he learned to love and revere and one whole anatomy ia the tabernacle of those generous im which go to make up the better side of humanity in this frame of mind mr bryan returned toSa Iem he spoke of his mother ot his boyhood of his father of his friends of the old home of his early ambitions why should lie not dwell on those thoughts and recollections of the past and why aro some eo insensible to the finer sensibilities bili ties of man as to be totally incapable of realizing that sorrow and love and friendship commingling com mingling can cause a truly great character to pause amid the fleeting events and shed a tear for a soul departed our bestowed praise upon the friends of bis childhood |