tleness and sweetness of his nature, which revealed itself to all through an ease and grace of manner most charming. The term gentleman in its broadest and fullest sense applied to him with perfect appropriateness. A splendid physique, nobility of countenance, and a charm of manner which seemed never to forsake him were among nature's precious gifts to him.

Doctor LAZARO was a scholar and a great lover of books. He was a clear thinker. He possessed the ability to think through to the end. His judgment was sound on all important and fundamental subjects.

He was a devoted husband and father and an intensely loyal friend.

Here among his daily associates he was loved, admired, and esteemed. We miss him-and lament him; but with the old philosopher, we know

this of a truth-that no evil can happen to a good man even in life or after death.

Mr. KINDRED. Mr. Speaker, it is well that we in life should, in the midst of life's activities, pause to sacredly observe an occasion like this and to drop a flower and a tear in memory of our departed friends. In the exercise of this high but sad duty we not only confer some measure of honor upon him who has gone to "that undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveler returns" to greet us again on this material earth, but we at the same time cultivate our own conception and understanding regarding the highest of things; that is, what we call life here and life hereafter. We, ourselves, profit in thus meditating upon the virtues and even the failings of the lives of those who have left us and in cherishing the sublime philosophy leading us to more highly useful lives on earth and to an abiding faith in the immortality of the soul. It is peculiarly fitting, then, that we gather here to-day to memorialize the life and character of one of our most worthy colleagues, the Hon. LADISLAS LAZARO, the late Representative from the seventh district of the State of Louisiana, who served as a Member of this House with honor and distinction from the date of his election to the Sixty-third Congress to the time of his death, which occurred in Washington, D. C., March 30,

1927.

Doctor LAZARO was born June 5, 1872, near Ville Platte, Evangeline Parish, La. He was educated in the public and private schools of St. Landry Parish and Holy Cross College, New Orleans, and was graduated with the degree of doctor of medicine in 1894, and was a successful practicing physician from that date until 1913. He was a member and president of the parish school board in the community in which he lived and was also interested in farming. He was elected to the Louisiana State Senate in 1908 and in 1912 without opposition, and was elected to the Sixty-third, Sixty-fourth, Sixty-fifth, Sixty-sixth, Sixtyseventh, Sixty-eighth, Sixty-ninth, and Seventieth Congresses. His course and record as a Member of the House of Representatives and as an active member of the Committee on Merchant Marine and Fisheries and his other interests, particularly in agricultural affairs, were such as to win for him the approval and friendship of his fellow Members and of his constituents, whom he always faithfully and industriously served.

Considering him in more intimate and personal relations, it was my good fortune, as a fellow physician, to have known him well for many years. He was always a loyal friend, always sympathetic, and particularly genial, quiet, and modest. His was a useful and hopeful life, shedding its luster of generous, cheerful helpfulness upon all with whom he came in contact. He was free from affectation, a humanitarian, a patriotic, patient legislator and a good citizen, and possessed noble qualities as a family man, a faithful and devoted husband and father.

During the last days of the Sixty-ninth Congress, in one of our more intimate conversations, he told me the details of his physical condition which required him to undergo a surgical operation, which he was at that time planning to have performed immediately after the close of the Sixty-ninth Congress. He, as a trained and skillful physician, did not look forward to this operation as being serious or fatal, but unfortunately it proved to be in his case one of those rare instances where a comparatively trivial operation, in its complications, could and did prove fatal.

There is no death; the stars go down
To rise upon some fairer shore
And bright in heaven's jeweled crown
They shine forevermore.

Mr. SANDLIN. Mr Speaker and my colleagues, I held Doctor LAZARO in the highest esteem and had for him the deepest affection. When I entered on my duties as a Member of the Sixty-seventh Congress the colleagues from my State were universally kind and considerate to me, none more so than Doctor LAZARO. There was nothing mean about Doctor LAZARO. During my entire association with him I know of no act of his that could have come from an envious or narrow soul.

When the news came to me of his death I was shocked as I . had never been before except on the news of the death of one of my own family. If I were called to say who was the most popular Member of Congress I would not hesitate to say that Doctor LAZARO was the most popular; he is one man I never heard any one criticize or speak ill of. He had a wonderful disposition. He was in truth and in fact a charitable man and one of the most tolerant men I ever knew. He might not agree with his colleagues or friends, but he accorded to them the same right that he asked for himself.

I will never forget on reaching the town of Opelousas, La., where there were literally thousands gathered from all of that section and all over the State of Louisiana to meet the train the little town of Ville Platte, where his remains are now resting, I never saw such expressions of love and devotion paid to any

that bore his remains. The tributes were indeed beautiful. In

man.

These meetings are usually formal; they are held by reason of a custom that has prevailed in this Capitol for years, but I feel sure that on like occasions there was no meeting ever held where one's colleagues had a more high regard or a deeper affection for the one in whose memory these proceedings are held.

I am glad I knew Doctor LAZARO. My association with him has made my life more pleasant. I can not speak of him and his early life before I came to Congress, but others that knew the circumstances surrounding it can better express them than I. I can only say that at some time, somewhere, I hope to meet him again.

Mr. DAVIS. Mr. Speaker and colleagues, having had the privilege of serving for seven years upon a busy and important committee of the House with Doctor LAZARO, I presume that I was as intimately associated and acquainted with him as any of his colleagues, save the older Members of his own State delegation. Doctor LAZARO was a member of that committee when I was placed on the committee. I soon learned to respect him and his knowledge and opinion, and as our association developed I soon learned to most highly esteem him and have a most profound regard for his judgment and to love him as a man. There was no more faithful member of that committee than Doctor LAZARO. He rarely if ever failed to attend a session of the com mittee. He gave close study to every problem presented for consideration. He was a student of legislative matters, as he doubtless had been of his profession when he was practicing medicine. Doctor LAZARO was a man of definite opinions and convictions, and yet, as has already been suggested, he was always tolerant of the opinions of others. Always broadminded, he devoted his great talents to a broad-visioned consideration of every subject. Because of his retiring disposition, quiet dignity, and extreme modesty, perhaps those who had not the privilege of a close association with him did not fully appreciate his sterling qualities. Doctor LAZARO was not a man of many words, but whenever occasion required he did not hesitate to kindly but firmly express his opinion, and it always carried weight with his colleagues; I am sure that all the Members entertained the same opinion of him and had the same high regard for his judgment that I did.

Doctor LAZARO was a perfect gentleman in every sense of the words. I never heard any of his colleagues nor anyone else criticize anything that he did or said. Always unruffled, always well poised, he never lost his temper, and he never failed to keep himself in such a state of mind that he could apply his talents to a broad, tolerant, wise consideration of anything in hand.

We were all shocked and grieved at the untimely and unexpected death of Doctor LAZARO. As suggested by our col

understand, and it was a shock to all of his friends and colleagues as well as to his own charming family.

I had the privilege of being a member of the congressional committee to accompany his remains and the immediate mem

bers of his family to his home in Louisiana. We left the train at Opelousas and rode 22 miles through the country and through his romantic district to Ville Platte, where we found several thousand of his devoted constituents and friends from all sections of the State waiting to pay their last homage to his memory. It was a matter of comment among members of our committee that the grief among the people was unmistakably manifested everywhere. When we left the train at Opelousas there were hundreds and hundreds of his friends there, and a large concourse went from there to Ville Platte, and all along the highway we were impressed by the repeated manifestations of grief and of devotion. We passed a number of schools, and the faculty and children of these schools, both white and black, were lined on the side of the highways and with bared heads and saddened countenances witnessed the passage of his remains and his family and friends. I have never attended any funeral at which there were more friends present or at which there was a greater evidence of genuine grief and of homage.

Reference has been made to Doctor LAZARO as a physician. Knowing his disposition and his attributes as I did, I am sure that he must have been an ideal physician. Ever kind, gentle, sympathetic, conscientious, faithful, studious, able-to my mind he possessed every attribute of a successful physician, and I am sure that his unselfish ministrations among his people as well as his later able, efficient, and patriotic service in their behalf in the National Congress accounted for the devotion that was manifested without exception.

Nothing that we can say, perhaps nothing except the tender touches of time, can soften or assuage the grief and the feeling of great loss upon the part of the members of his own household. However, I am sure it must be a great consolation to them to be able to cherish during the remainder of the days of their lives the memory of such a splendid citizen, such a patriotic public servant, such a devoted and considerate father and husband.

Mr. SPEARING. Mr. Speaker, ladies, and gentlemen, this is Mother's Day. All over the land children and other members of the family and friends are paying tribute to that greatest of all creations, the living mother. It is not only not inconsistent, but it seems to me entirely appropriate that we should gather to-day, the children, the family, the friends of our Doctor LAZARO and pay tribute to a father and a husband that has gone beyond our midst, and testify to the world that though we may not see him again in life, yet he nevertheless is with us and that we remember him, his sphere in life, and his good works.

Stricken as he was in the full vigor of manhood, still a young man as men go to-day, not thinking of death in the immediate future, not stricken with disease that meant certain death, but merely having an ailment that, as our good friend, the doctor from New York [Mr. KINDRED] has said, and as Doctor LAZARO knew, could be cured by a simple operation; not expecting death, but putting on to himself and so arranging that he could see more of life and be of greater usefulness, he was stricken, as I say, in the full vigor of manhood and his sphere of usefulness

He

I do not know of anything that is more appropriate to our dear friend. Although not a physician, I had conversed with Doctor LAZARO about his ailment, and he told me of his anticipated operation, a simple thing to make him stronger, to make him better and more fitted for the duties he had here. would not go during the session of Congress because he was working and there was in his nature no shirking, but when Congress adjourned and all things seemed serene, he took advantage of the opportunity that he might have this simple operation so that when Congress reassembled the following December he would be more fitted for the work which he had mapped out for himself.

It is not given to us to question the ways of Divine Providence. It is not irreverent, however, and I say it truthfully, there is not an irreverent bone or drop of blood in my body,

therefore I feel justified in saying it is not irreverent to say we do not understand why our dear friend was taken from us. We do not, because we know not the ways of Providence.

It is said that death loves a shining mark. If this be true, then in this instance death-oh, that grim reaper-was true to its reputation. I do not mean to say that Doctor LAZARO was a scintillating light that passed on the firmament before our eyes and dazzled us with his brilliance. That was not his mission on earth, but I do say that he was as true as is the north star, and when it is said that death loves a shining light, it does not mean the brilliance of it, but it means his position, his standing among his fellow men, and our dear friend had this standing. We who are here know it.

I was one of those who had the privilege of knowing Doctor LAZARO even before he came to Congress. I knew him in other spheres of life, and, of course, long before I came here, because my tenure has been very, very short.

There are few men like Doctor LAZARO. He seemed to have a place in life that others do not hold-a lovable man. Oh, he was a lovable man; true in every respect; his family, his friends, even his acquaintances loved him. He attracted human beings, and probably dumb animals, just because of those attributes that stamp a man great among his fellow beings.

Not long ago I came across two verses describing two different sets or classes or characters of men. The first verse has no application to Doctor LAZARO-does not fit him at all-but I read it merely to emphasize the second verse, its meaning, its significance, its application to our friend in whose memory we are gathered here to-day.

The first verse runs:

I did a favor yesterday,

A kindly little deed,

And then I called to all the world

To stop and look and heed.

They stopped and looked and flattered me
In words I could not trust,

And when the world had gone away

My good deed turned to dust.

I say that does not fit Doctor LAZARO; he was just the antithesis, the opposite of that. Nothing showy or ostentatious about him, but he went among his fellow men as a true friend, always doing good.

The second verse more nearly fits him; in fact, almost if not actually, written for him. It reads:

A very tiny courtesy

I found to do to-day;

'Twas quickly done, with none to see,

And then I ran away.

But some one must have witnessed it,

For truly I declare

As I sped back the stony path
Roses were blooming there.

That was Doctor LAZARO-always courteous, always friendly, always generous, always magnanimous-always doing something for somebody, not openly, not ostentatiously, but something for a human being, aye just for a living being, because he loved life, he enjoyed it, and he loved human beings.

We have heard from those more intimately connected with his immediate life-how popular he was in his district. If you will pardon me for what might seem a personal reference, my duties other than congressional took me during the past five or seven years into the section of Louisiana where Doctor LAZARO resided. That was before I even dreamed of the remote possibility of sitting in these halls. Coming in contact with these men and knowing that I had more or less interest in public affairs, they would talk with me about general conditions. Never have I heard one man say anything to the discredit of Doctor LAZARO. They might criticize others adversely, but never did any of them criticize Doctor LAZARO or reflect upon him.

You have heard from previous speakers how time after time he was elected to local offices and to Congress without opposition. Why? Because so often, all the time, ever and always, a very tiny courtesy he found to do to-day, and when he returned that stony path was covered with flowers blooming there.

Doctor LAZARO was not elected to Congress because of his affiliation with any political party or any faction of a political party, but because the people with whom he came in contact knew him, admired him, and loved him. I am glad that they could do him honor in any position that he wanted. Oh, my friends, I do not know, none of us know, if those whose spirits and souls have gone know what takes place on earth after the body that we have is nothing more than a lump of clay,

but if those whose souls and spirits have departed know anything of what takes place on earth thereafter I can visualize the happiness and joy of Doctor LAZARO when he realized how his friends after he had ceased to be able to be of benefit, help and assistance to them, turned out to pay their respects to him.

My good friend Judge DAVIS has referred to Doctor LAZARO'S funeral. It has been given me to attend obsequies on many occasions. I can say without fear of successful contradiction that never have I attended one like that of Doctor LAZARO. The whole countryside-from every quarter, from every section came people, not curiosity seekers as so often happens, but people bowed down in grief because their friend had gone and they knew him no more, could not converse with him, could not be of help and assistance to him, could not receive his ministration. Never have I seen anything like it-mile after mile on public roads, vehicles of all kinds carrying people bowed down with grief, not one of them in the spirit of curiosity, but genuine sorrow and regret that the man they looked up to, the man that they loved and respected, had gone and that they would have no more to do for him. Oh, it was a great tribute, and if he did know what was going on that was one of the happiest moments that he will spend in all eternity, because the true spirit was there through all of it. Anyone who was present could not deny it, and it was not disguised, because they knew the man; he had been among them. Oh, what a tribute it was that was paid by those people in and around the seventh district, although it was not confined to that district, because people from other districts who knew him came and paid testimony to a great man, a man who, as I said before, was true as the north star-not some fleeting comet that passes the vision and is gone, but is there for all time. Why? Because, in the words of this humble rhyme, a very tiny courtesy he found to do one day and 'twas quickly done with none to see, and then he ran away.

He was not showy, but some one must have witnessed what he did. He did not care, he did not know. Perhaps his Heavenly Father witnessed it and rewarded him. As he sped back to his old home where he had been born and raised, where his friends lived, where those who loved him remained, as he sped back to that resting place, the roses were blooming, and they were put there by his loving friends. His body will turn to dust, but his soul is not dead. His memory is with his friends whom he loved, and who loved and honored and revered him.

Mr. JOHNSON of Texas. Mr. Speaker, one of the pleasurable experiences which comes to a Member of Congress is that of friendships formed among those with whom he serves.

Whatever else may be said of the Congress of recent years there are those of us who know that among its members have been many choice spirits with whom it has been a pleasure to be associated and whom we are proud to call our friends.

Among these was Dr. LADISLAS LAZARO, of Louisiana, whose death we mourn and whose service we commemorate in these exercises to-day. While I can add nothing to the beautiful and justly deserved tributes which have already been spoken, my affectionate regard for him will not permit me to remain silent. For four years, or through the Sixty-eighth and Sixty-ninth Congresses, we were colleagues; for 10 years prior thereto he had been an honored Member of this House. He had been elected to the Seventieth Congress and was entering upon his eighth term when the final summous came and removed him from our midst.

His long and continuous service is evidence of the high regard and esteem in which he was held by the people of the seventh congressional district of Louisiana. I witnessed further confirmation of the deep and sincere affection which his people had for him when we carried his remains from the Nation's Capital to his old home in Louisiana, and in the cemetery at Ville Platte, adjoining the grave of his father, and within a short distance of the place of his birth, he was laid to rest to sleep the last long sleep in the soil of the parish and State which he loved and which he had served so faithfully and well. Ville Platte is an inland town and the funeral party left the train at Opelousas, and the trip from there was made by

automobiles.

I have never seen a larger or more grief-stricken crowd who met us at Opelousas and accompanied us to his last resting place. I quote from a report contained in a New Orleans paper: Mourning was general in this territory. The train bearing the body, members of Doctor LAZARO's family, and the congressional delegation was met at the Missouri Pacific station in Opelousas at 2 p. m. to-day by scores of personal friends, representatives of the Knights of Columbus and the Elks, to which orders he belonged, Company C, One hundred and fifty-eighth Infantry, Louisiana National Guard, commanded by Capt. Albert Tate, and thousands of other persons, includ

ing women and children. Escorted by the military company, the flowerbanked coffin was conveyed in a hearse to Ville Platte, more than 300 automobiles following it.

MOURNING WIDESPREAD

All along the highway, farmers and their families, school children, both white and negro, stood with uncovered, bowed heads as the hearse passed. They were friends of Doctor LAZARO; many had been patients of his when he was a practicing physician. All business was suspended here. A great throng of people rallied here from all parts of the seventh district for the funeral, which was simple, with no singing or other music, according to one of his last requests.

The simplicity of the service was in keeping with the character of the man. Quiet and unassuming he went about his work with no ostentation or display-he cared not for the limelight or the glare of publicity. The consciousness of duty well performed was sufficient reward for him. To faithfully represent his people and to legislate for the Nation's welfare was his only ambition.

Before coming to Congress for nearly 20 years he practiced successfully his profession, that of a physician. He belonged to that noble band of men to whom we all owe a debt of gratitude the country doctor. If I were an artist I would paint a picture of one of these self-sacrificing humanitarians driving an old-fashioned horse and buggy on a dark and stormy night going to alleviate the suffering of a patient in some remote and humble home. I am glad that the State of Georgia has recently placed in Statuary Hall the marble figure of Dr. Crawford W. Long, the discoverer of sulphuric ether as an anesthetic.

Doctor LAZARO had stamped upon his countenance the kindly and sympathetic character which his soul contained. He was the type of man who made many friends but no enemies. He loved humanity and he loved to serve it. At home he was the beloved physician. In Washington he was the honored statesman, but more than that he was the beloved colleague of every Member of Congress. We can never forget his kindly and contagious smile which brought sunshine into the home of the sick and which with his superb character won his way into the affections of his 434 colleagues.

Permit me to conclude this brief tribute by quoting the lines of a little poem by Jerome B. Bell, which seem to me so fittingly appropriate as describing his life:

What is this mystery that men call death?
My friend before me lies; in all save breath
He seems the same as yesterday. His face
So like to life, so calm, bears not a trace
Of that great change which all of us so dread.

I gaze on him and say: He is not dead,
But sleeps, and soon he will arise and take
Me by the hand. I know he will awake
And smile on me as he did yesterday;
And he will have some gentle word to say,
Some kindly deed to do; for loving thought
Was warp and woof of which his life was wrought.
He is not dead. Such souls forever live

In boundless measure of the love they give.

Mr. O'CONNOR of Louisiana. Mr. Speaker, ladies, and gentlemen, we have assembled here to-day for the purpose of paying tribute to the life and character of the late LADISLAS LAZARO. He was one of us but is now no more. We shall never see all the western stars. He has gone to meet the great choice, him again, for he has sailed beyond the sunset and the path of classic spirits of all the ages. Consoled with that belief we can not, however, refrain from the sigh that comes with the thought that we shall never see him again on this earth. He was my friend. My tears mingled with those who loved him best when we heard that he had received the final summons to follow knowledge like a sinking star far beyond the utmost bounds of human thought." He lived a great life. To him it was a wonderful adventure. As a result of his studies in the field of medicine he philosophically looked to the termination of his earthly career. He was ever mindful of the fact that all things are born, live, die, pass away, and are ultimately forgotten. But with a vision that was the result of a steadfast and unalterable beiief in the immortality of the soul he looked out beyond the Pleiades and far beyond the sun to that happy scene of another life on a higher, grander, nobler, and more wonderful stage where we shall all meet by the great white throne of God and sing the praises of Him on high for evermore. He brings to those in the land that is fairer and more beautiful than this, the rich and wonderful experience that he gathered while sojourning on this sphere. “I am a part of all that I have met" is a thought that he loved to dwell upon. Life indeed was a great romance to this advocate of liberal

thought and individual freedom. As great as his knowledge of life was in its most beautiful aspect, he always felt that all experience is an arch through which gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades forever and forever as we move. He was a bold thinker and possessed to a remarkable degree the courage of his convictions. He met unflinchingly every great issue that presented itself to him as a national legislator and fearlessly expressed his views in behalf of individual liberty. He was one of nature's great noblemen. He did noble things and, in the immortal language of Kingsley, made life, death, and that vast forever one grand, sweet song.

To labor with zest, and give of your best,

For the joy and sweetness of the giving,

To help folks along with hand and with song

was to him not only the real sunshine of living but the very highest religious thought which humanity could grasp. He loved his country as a whole, but his affections were more particularly centered upon Louisiana. He loved the alluringly beautiful name of that famous old State. He thrilled when anyone spoke of its magnificent sugar plantations, rice and cotton fields, its bayous and bays, its creeks and its rivers, its prairies and hilltops, its swamps and its fertile fields, its villages, towns, hamlets, and that great city of New Orleans. He loved the literature which it inspired, and was always deeply moved when anyone would quote from the many gems of thought that had been imperishably translated into the English tongue by the great men and women who were born and reared in that great Commonwealth. He loved to mention the wonderful effects of the sunrise upon the birds of the air and the beasts of the fields when they responded to the coloring of the skies by its golden chariot. He loved to dwell upon the wonders of a Louisiana sunset and often told me that he throbbed with an indescribable joy as he saw the marvelous tints and colorings of the western skies reflected by the trembling wavelets of the lagoons and bayous whose waters drift slowly to the Gulf of Mexico beneath the moss-covered oaks that sadly but majestically stand as sentinels of the wondrous scenes. The artist was deeply embedded in his nature, and he was profoundly moved by the lines of Longfellow describing the homes of the transported Arcadians, whose children are swept into an ecstasy of romance and tears by any recital of the wanderings of Evangeline and her Gabriel. For he was to the manor born-he was blood of their blood and bone of their bone, and he rests to-day with the great of yesterday in the hearts of that section which the great poet said is the Eden of Louisiana. A statesman with the soul of an artist, a physician with the vision of a poet, he felt and understood the profound pathos and the consoling hope of Thanatopsis-that sublime vision of death that has immortalized the great seer who wrote it into the literature of his native land. To him that great expression of an exalted spirit was a message of eternal peace among Elysian fields, a rainbow to the storms of life, the evening beams that smiled the clouds away.

To him who in the love of nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks

A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images

Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart,
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To nature's teachings, while from all around-
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air-
Comes a still voice.

Yet a few days, and thee

The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist

Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,

And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go

To mix forever with the elements,

Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world-with kings, The powerful of the earth-the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulcher. The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun-the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods-rivers that move

In majesty, and the complaining brooks

That make the meadows green; and, poured round all
Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste-
Are but the solemn decorations all

Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,

Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.-Take the wings
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings-yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep-the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train

Of ages glides away, the sons of men,
The youth in life's fresh spring, and he who goes
In the full strenth of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man-
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,

By those who, in their turn, will follow them,

So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves

To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,

Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Mr. ASWELL. Mr. Speaker. Doctor LAZARO was a member of the Bjeladinovic family of Risan, on the Gulf of Cattaro. His father came to America from Ercegovina.

The following beautiful tribute was paid to him by the Hon. Gilbert L. Dupré :

TRIBUTE OF RESPECT TO DR. LADISLAS LAZARO

When a good man has answered the summons which no one may disregard it is always well to note his departure and to record the good work accomplished during his stay among us.

Doctor LAZARO was a good man. He was a devoted husband and father, a stanch friend, a good neighbor, a sympathetic practitioner of his profession. He is worthy of imitation by all the young men in this parish and State. He was born a poor boy; had hardships to overcome, which he successfully did. From a country doctor he went to the school board. Education of the masses was his slogan.

Elected to the State senate in 1908, he devoted his efforts to the betterment of conditions generally. Reelected in 1912, he began to attract attention, and when Mr. Pujo announced his intention to retire from Congress Doctor LAZARO's friends prevailed upon him to become a candidate to succeed him.

After a vigorous contest he was declared the nominee. In 1914 State Senator Aladin Vincent, of Calcasieu, opposed him. Doctor LAZARO defeated him easily. He also overcame former District Attorney Edwards, of the same parish, in 1918. Thereafter he had no opposition; nominated without opposition five times.

He made a splendid Congressman. His constituents admired him, respected him, esteemed him. When Congress was at recess during the summer months he visited every parish in this district--not only the parish seat but other towns as well.

Doctor LAZARO was a splendid example of what any poor boy may accomplish in this State, this Nation. By dint of study and hard work, he rose from the rank of an obscure country lad to that of Congressman in a district peopled with politicians of ability and standing. He not