I well remember a day spent in his company nearly four years ago, and its occurrences gave me an opportunity to witness the regard in which he was held by those among whom he had lived and to whom he was best known.  It was on Decoration Day, in a section of country where he had seen service as a soldier, not far from where he had lived in his early childhood.  He was the orator of the occasion.  Many of his old companions in arms and members of their families were among his audience, and they listened eagerly as he made appropriate reference to the departed comrades who slept under the little hillocks near by them, bright and fragrant with the flowers of early summer, which the loving hands of woman and childhood had heaped upon them.  As he descended from the platform he was surrounded by old and young, who thronged about him to shake his hand or give expression to a friendly greeting.  Admiration and affection were expressed upon their countenances for the brave man before them, whose gallant deeds had been told at every fireside in the country around, and who was loved and honored because, in addition to his own merits and virtues, he represented the great leader whose name was the embodiment of a precious memory.

I have portrayed WILLIAM HENRY FITZHUGH LEE as a student, a soldier, a planter, a public man representing his people in the State legislature and the National Congress.

Some have united in paying tribute to his memory because they were born and reared in the State which gave him birth, some because they shared with him the hardships and dangers of his military career, some because they were associated with him in Congressional life and committee work.  But while I take a great pride in all that he accomplished in the after years, it is more pleasant to me to recollect him as the student, for in that relation I was first drawn into companionship with him; it was during that period of our lives that I first learned to regard him, and my tribute is to my classmate and friend of auld lang syne.  May he rest in peace in the bosom of the honored State he loved so well and served so faithfully.

ADDRESS OF MR. STEWART, OF NEVADA.

Mr. PRESIDENT:  The biography of WILLIAM H.F.  LEE has been furnished by his colleagues and associates.  I do not propose to dwell upon the details of his public or private career, or that of his distinguished ancestors, who acted so conspicuous a part in the history of the American Colonies and in the trying times of the Revolution by which our independence was gained.

I had the good fortune to form the acquaintance of Gen. LEE and his estimable wife at the beginning of the Fiftieth Congress.  I was strongly impressed with his noble presence, and his genial, modest, and dignified bearing.  He seemed to me an ideal specimen of true American manhood.  His wife was a lady whose appearance at once attracted attention and whose qualities of head and heart charmed and delighted friends and associates.  He was a devoted husband.  His tender and gentle bearing toward his wife were natural and unaffected.  The daily life and conduct of both were a conspicuous example of the benign influence of a husband and wife who love, honor, and respect each other.