Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1872-12-06
Death of Horace Greeley.

Death of Horace Greeley.
Horace Greeley, after short illness,
breathed his last at about halfpast six o.
clock on Friday evening last, the 29th ult,
The papers are filed with comments up
on the life, character and eminent abilities
of this great Journalist. It is sad event
which we here briefly record and one that
has caused deep regret wherever the intel
igence has reached. His funeral took
place in New York on Wednesday, when
an immense concourse attended and every
mark of respect was shown the deceased
who had been among the foremost men OF
the country. Forgetting past differences
as we determined to do when we advocat-
ed the election of Mr.. Greeley to the Presi-
ency, we now feel deep and sincere regret
at the sudden termination of life which
promised so much good for the future OF
our country. We had hoped his life
would have been spared, and with his
giant intellect have aided in bringing a.
bout the reforms in our political system
which he SO ably advocated within the
past few months. But God has decreed
it otherwise; and we are taught in this
dispensation to look to Him for help.
We copy the following beautiful and
touching notice of Mr.. Greeley's death from
the Washington Sunday V hronicle:
When one short month since Mr.. Greeley
followed to the tomb one who bore to him
the dear relation of wife-the mother of
his children-the marked contrast between
the living and the dead gave little indica-
ton of the event Just announced. The at
tenuated form of the dead gave evidence
of long and weary struggle with disease.
Mrs. Greeley had long been an invalid
The shadow of the dread visitor had pre-
pared the household, in measure, for the
event they SO vainly sought to put in the
distance. But the roseate health of the
veteran Journalist, his unconquerable
spirit, his remarkably prudent life, all
seemed to promise protracted stay and a
vigorous age. 70 all appearance consti-
tutional vigor was unimpaired. Within
a few weeks he had outstripped agile
youth in climbing the steep activities of
his native State. He had spoken of a
possible return in the distant future to the
scenes of his childhood, the home of his
youth. Whatever might be the result of
the impending conflict he felt assured of
welcome and final resting place among
his kindred. If he had erred he knew
that his mistakes would be forgiven by
those who needed not to be told what had
been the spring of his private and public
life. He had sought to make the world
something wiser and better for his labors
While there was something of sadness at
times in his utterances, as general thing
buoyancy of spirit was his peculiar char
acteristic, and few were prepared to be-
lieve that poignant sorrow could bear
him to the earth. Yet it is impossible to
avoid the belief that his private affection
and public disaster preyed upon him with
q power he could not resist. He took up
the pen he had so recently dropped and
his accustomed place at the editorial desk,
thinking he could take up the thread of
his uncompleted work and weave on as of
yore. The spirits he evoked obeyed him
not A few flashes there were of the won
ted fire. But, as his associate tells us,
Richard was not himself again. The wea-
ry spirit craved rest, but even that would
not come, short of the grave. The tension
had been too great. The elasticity of
spirit and nerve was gone. The bow had
been strung too severely. The chord snap
ped. Weary nature cried cit is finished"
The dying man repeated, with his latest
breath, otis DONE"
There was an exultant strain, Just be-
fore the last, when the perturbed spirit
found momentary quiet. 81 know that
my Redeemer ivethr' was the testimony
and the hope of the dying journalist
Those who have been accustomed to re-
gard Mr.. Greeley as an unbeliever, have
ing no fixed faith, will rejoice that the
greatest of American Journalists sought
rest where alone it can be found. He had
tried many spirits and knocked at many
doors that he might enter into the light.
Retracing his steps at last he sought and
found his Fathers house. All else had
failed him. The delusive phantom of
honor he had pursued with
almost childish eagerness, eluded his
grasp. The tender ministrations of his
wife were to be his no more. The journ-
alistic monument he had built was not to
receive the capstone at his hand. He
must leave the shaft, as it seemed to him,
The light shone not upon the
pathway of selfappointed labor. But it
was permitted to him at last, it would
seem, to realize supreme contentment in
the bow of promise that spans the highest
life. II know that my Redeemer Eveth,"
he exclaimed, and in this there was
peaceful calm the tempestuous winds of
could not disturb. The
paroxysm of unrest had passed. The
mind, resumed its normal state. He rec
ognized and spoke to friends. He seemed
fully conscious of his own condition, and
sunk to his rest without a pang or sigh.
There is ground for profound satisfac
ton in the fact that the delirum attending
his illness passed away, and that there
was coherency in his thoughts and words
at the last. We shall think more pleas
antly of the closing scenes, indicating,
as they did, the deeper convictions of a
nature peculiarly thoughtful and inquisi-
tive.
How Chr0mOs Are Made.
Probably very few, even of those persons
who are generally well informed, have the
slightest conception of the various process