New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1865-05-05
NJ M e M o r I A M .
SAMUEL LUCAS.

To the Editor Of The ~ Y Tribune.
SIR: Allow me, moved by the spirit Of interna.
tional love, to put up to-day in your columns q
votive Tablet to the memory of Samuel Lucas,
who passed away last Sunday, and gave some of the
fire of his dying heart to Liberty and to America.
The manager and administrator of The Morning
Star newspaper, you will understand that it would
be ungratefu to the United States if no friend Of
this man were to claim the sympaties OF yourpcople
loyal to Freedom and the Republic, for name and
deeds full of quiet righteousness, and so afec-
ItionatelY identified with that cause for which you
have almost given the blood Of your national life.
.. Hc was with you up to last Sunday in all your
trials following every event with hearty solicitude,
and yet with an answering faith: almost alone in
his steady vision Of the end the beginning OF which
he Just lived to see. Ever since the commence
ment of the War Of Liberty, his silent, CHEEKY
will, bis simple sight Of good, his daily and nightly
Industry, his administrative mind, have stood in
THE Morning .Star and as a spiritual power truly
supra national, have given forth to the anxious
millions here the passing issues of the struggle: the
truth of fact, and the truth of hope; and have
buked journalism which otherwise had perverted
well nigh the entire mind Of England He lived
to know that in very deed the despised and rejected
Morning Star was all right about America, and
that the great Times was all wrong: he knew it
without acerbity, because he belonged to the mis-
sion Of love, which is sorry for the leaders Of bad
causes and more than forgives them in their doom.
A Quaker by BIRTH he inherited into the Spirit,
and into quietude beyond present things, and was
an example and prophecy of that new order Of
man who cares less to have career than to hayes
mission: who has spirit instead Of an ambition;
and works upon the world with force that is never
foiled because it can never be encountered by the
resistance of the merely natural politician.
10 those who knew this gentleman personally,
his presence was one of cheer singleness, purity
will that waited with the pressure of patience TIL
l his friends could receive his conditions he was q
1 mild strength which is stronger, and VIII 10
stronger. now he is dead His intellect, remark.
able for impartiality where his vision went came
out Of this clear spiritual temper, and guided those
who for lack of his standpoint, were perpexedb by
the confusion of events and the clash OF superficial
opinions. His atmosphere was OF love.
When | visited him medically on Saturday morn.
ing last the great news had arrived; and sald 70
him: "well, dear friend, Richmond has fallen,'
and he rejoined with a noble smile: "Iwish Golden
had lived TO know it," His wife standing by, and
to whom had just been talking in the same strain
down stairs, rejoined: "The Doctor says he does
lire 10 kaop H." "Does he " said he, with his
bright childlike curiosity, as though he was willing
to know more of that matter by and by. lie died
on Easter Sunday, every early in the morning.
lust q fortnight after his dear friend Richard
Golden
He leaves widow, the sister of John Bright, to
know his loss and to cherish his spirit. Men and
women of America, keep his heart among you, fol
he belonged TO New-England, and to New America
and the world has more love in it because he lived
in it. Thank God for him.
j. j. GARTH WILKINSON.
No. 70 Umpole-s,-, London, EagIsad, April ~. le65.