manly way among us—and he was just Joe to each and allhe was my sympathetic, helpful friend. Despite his high role in the greatest government on earth, despite his authority and place, he was simple and generous and kindly and companionable. He was considerate and helpful and gentle in his human contacts. He loved the great out-ofdoors and reflected its strength in his own rugged nature. He loved his fellow men and reflected these generosities in all his human attitudes. I shall ever think of him as typifying the southern gentleman—the practical Christian-at his best. Ah, yes! There was a man! There was a friend!

Address by Senator Connally

Of Texas

Mr. CONNALLY. Mme. President, I count it a great privilege to join in these tributes to the character, the services, and the personal relationships of Senator JOSEPH T. ROB

INSON.

Mme. President, Senator ROBINSON as a Senator and a political figure was distinguished not alone by his adroitness in counsel but by his vigorous, aggressive championship of the causes he represented. He was a sage in counsel, and yet a Titan in debate. He was a man who was broad in his views. He was familiar not alone with problems of a domestic character but with world problems. He had traveled extensively, and he was deeply interested in international affairs.

Those of us who associate with Senators on this floor meet them usually after they have attained success. Some of us are thrown up here by reason of political convulsions, or accident, or chance. To me, it is always interesting to ask, "Whence came this man? Who is he? Where is he from?”

In that connection I like to dwell upon the life of Senator ROBINSON, which is a refutation of the theory that the smalltown character cannot rise to eminence. I have been in his home town, almost a village, in Arkansas, where Senator ROBINSON lived until quite recent years, a town of probably not over a thousand population. It was there that he practiced law. It was there that he rose to eminence in his profession, not restricted, of course, to the local bar, but having a practice extending over a large area. His home, however, was in Lonoke, Ark. It was from there that he became a Member of the Congress, from there that he became Governor, and later United States Senator.

There is an erroneous concept in the minds of some columnists and magazine writers that those who live in isolated or small communities are provincial. Senator ROBINSON'S life is a refutation of that. He lived down close to the people. He struggled and fought in country courtrooms, and from thence on to larger forums and larger arenas. Frequently the man who lives in the great city is so busy with the immediate problems about him, and the noises and excitements and amusements, that he becomes provincial; his horizon does not extend much farther than the city limits. But Senator ROBINSON's ability, character, and imagination, with his books, opened up a vista not alone of his own State but of his Nation and the world, and his ambition was kindled and went soaring from this little village in Arkansas.

Senator ROBINSON was a product of a small community. He went to a small college. I do not know who his professors were, but I dare say there were some lofty souls amongst them. I remember having read some years ago about William and Mary College. George Wythe was a professor of law in William and Mary, and in his classrooms there sat John Marshall, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and other great men of that generation. I have often wondered whether or not down in that little dim classroom in William and Mary the brain that moved the hand of Thomas Jefferson when he wrote in letters of flame the great Declaration was not even then envisaging and arming itself for the struggles and trials of the years of the Revolution, and that Madison was garnering the wisdom and profound statesmanship that were later reflected in the Constitution, and as John Marshall sat there under the teachings of George Wythe I doubt not that his soul was stimulated and kindled and his judicial character molded long before he wrote the opinion of the Supreme Court in Marbury against Madison and McCullough against Maryland, and other great constitutional opinions.

I glory in the fact that in JOE ROBINSON there was a life and a character that sprang from right down among the people. He secured his election to Congress by reason of no machine. No great political boss selected him and elected him. No particular commercial or financial interest in Lonoke, Ark., could have dominated a district and placed their servant in the Congress or in the Governor's chair. He was instinctively a Democrat. He saw the people in their everyday life. He knew their hardships and their troubles and their trials, and instinctively he became a great Democrat.

Mme. President, Senator ROBINSON stood high among the great political figures of his generation. He walked with the great, yet he died poor. He did not capitalize his public service to his private purse. He died with empty hands, and unspotted vestments.

There have been some expressions here today which seemed to indicate a regret that Senator ROBINSON was not appointed to the Supreme Court of the United States. Yet I wonder whether it is not just as well that he was not. It is better to be worthy of and to deserve a seat on the Supreme Court than to have one. His theater was here. His stage was here in the forum. I rather fancy that had he lived he would have been a Justice of the Supreme Court, worthy, able, a profound lawyer; yet I wonder whether it would have added anything to his fame.

Mme. President, were I a farmer I think I should prefer to fall amidst my acres and my growing crops. Were I a physician I think that I should prefer to fall while on some mission of mercy and healing. Were I a soldier I should prefer to die with a sword in my hand.

JOE ROBINSON is dead. His body occupies only 6 feet of earth, no more than the humblest laborer in all the land; but his spirit outshoulders much of the sky. He will loom larger and larger as the lengthening years stretch onward toward eternity.

Address by Senator Davis

Of Pennsylvania

Mr. DAVIS. Mme. President, the passing of Senator ROBINSON was a genuine loss to the Senate and to all its Members. When I first came to Washington, 17 years ago, I had the opportunity to know him, and from the very first respected his fine abilities as a leader and a servant of the people. When I became a Member of the Senate he was kind and gracious to me and did much to make me feel at home in this place. He was a stanch friend, a strong opponent, and a fearless defender of the cause which he accepted.

His devotion to duty was an example to all who knew him. He was an indefatigable worker, and, indeed, the very greatness of his labors and the intensity of his efforts helped to bring on his sudden death.

When the evening of life comes for each of us, as it must inevitably come to all, what better hope can we have than that our tasks shall still be found in our hands and our hearts set on the high enterprise to which we have set our faces? This was the lot of Senator ROBINSON-to be busy, tremendously busy, to the very end.

O Paradise! O Paradise!

Who doth not crave for rest?

Who would not seek the happy land
Where they that loved are blest;
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light,

All rapture through and through
In God's most holy sight.

Senator ROBINSON has entered into his rest and into a larger place of affection and good will in the hearts of his fellow countrymen. His spirit lives on in this Chambera constant reminder of the high service a true statesman can render to his country.