Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1851-06-19
c. b. TALiAPERno, Cashier.
Death of the Forsncr Editor.

Death of the EOrsnef Editor.
The chronicler Of death is ever called
npon to discharge a melancholy task, but
when we are TO announce the untimely fall
of one, who has served with us in the same
department Of public duty, when we are
to speak Of an event, which is to fiji the
bosoms Of friends with sorrow, when we
know those who mourn without consola-
ton, aroused sympathy quickens the sen
sations Of grief and it would fam shrink
from duty
The undetermined, generous A. w c.
Terry, editor of the Lynchburg Virginian,
is dead. Sad CONCENTRATIONS, attendant up
on the announcement ofthis fact, are visi-
bic in evry face upon which we gaze. In
the midst ola community by whom he was
honored and respected, the evidences off
mourning are every where visible. The
urbanlty of his manners, the nobility of his
nature, had rendered him dear to the hearts
OF those, from whom he was recently sepa-
rated to enter upon the discharge of duties
IN another and wider field. In his new
sphere he had begun career of usefulness
which augured well for his growing repu-
taton as politician and gentleman; but
untlmcly and unfortunately, the honest
and conscientious discharge Of lis duties
garncrcd for lin a fatal rencontrc, which
la not only made hearts to throb with pain
and ache with anguish but has cnshrouded
communities with sorrow. Such howev-
cr, is life, and such Its uncertainty.
Ofthe noble qualities which adorned the
character Of the departed man, we shall
not venture 10 speak. The highest admi-
ration OF his virtues is visible in the eviden-
ccs around us, and to write of them is but
to call recolleetions from which the mind
turns sinking with grief. Urbanitv, kind
ness, honesty and candor were prominent
traits in the character of him, whom we
mourn; and these noble qualities, united
with others, have won for him the esteem,
the respect and the confidence of those with
whom be has daily labored and convcrs-
ed.
But he has not fallen alone. Sad indeed
is the thought, that he has gone; but sadder
still, that with him has his antagonist sunk,
that the grief of two families mingles over
the tombs Of those, who have fallen untime-
y IN tie same contest. fthc nature Of
tins contest, aud of Its origin, we shall not
speak, contenting ourselves with the pub
ication of the accounts Of those, who
arc better acquainted with the circum-
stances attendant upon the unfortunate
political controversy and its tragical tcrrni-
nation.
Our much respected Terry has left to
mourn his loss family, Of cultivated fee
hngs and warm hearts, upon whom this
aiiliction of Wise Providence must fall
heavily. The vencratcd mother sees in the
fallen man the son ofpromise and kindness
upon whom she has leaned in her declining
years, but secs him not as one from whom
size derives further consolation. The dis
consulate wife, the companion of his early
days, ''the partner of his Joys and the shar-
err of his grieis," as she is surrounded with
the prattling group, that has learned to
love and honor the departed man, can find
consolation in the conviction, that the hon
esty of his motives and the Integrity of his
purposes are above the imputation of NAL
ice, or the SANDER of envy. Though his
children shall not receive his fatherlv coun-
sci, they have left to them an imperishable
inheritance, name untainted with corrup-
ton, name appreciated for its worth, and
respected for its virtues.
He has died stranger in the midst OIL
those who knew him not, but the courage
with which he met the issue that awaited
him. won the confidence Of those, who
We're Ignorant Of qualities, that have com
manded the esteem Of his friends The
generosity oflns nature could not remain
hidden, and though stranger he was, his
fatal IS has Weakened feelings ofihe deep
est emotion and of the most poignant grief.
And the mistortunes that cluster around
his bereaved family, find alienation in the
consultations which strange voices seek 10
administer, and in the comforts which
strange hands seek to bcstow.
The deep feeling of regret which per-
vades this community language cannot de-
scribe. In this community, where he was
esteemed as man and respected as Jour
nahst, he won more than "golden laurels,'
lie won the confidence of men and the es
teen of their hearts. Tosuch theannounce-
flcnt OF his death is shock, which, for the
moment, has paralyz cd all other feelings.
and has deadened many hearts with grief
forthcir loss and sympathy forthose, whose
warmcstafcctions the kind ana enlightened
relation could not fail to secure.
Though conscious that the unfortunate
cry Is no more, we can scarcely realise,
that he who received US with the cordial
ty OF friend and the kindness OF relation,
when we came to you unknown strangers,
called by well known circumstances, to du-
tics, which we have endeavored to dis
charge. that he who was the first to greet
us, is now among those who have passed
from time TO eternity. Yet it is trIe. too
true. The hand of friend, or sympa-
thizing stranger, has wiped from his brow
the cold sweat of death, and soon all that
is mortal OF an esteemed friend will have