Carson daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1873-1877, 1875-11-02
DEATH OF W. J. YORBes.

Measure for Measure. He was found
dead in his bed. The fact that OF late
months he has been subject to sudden
illnesses. something very like epileptic
fits, prepared his friends for this sudden
taking off. No man ever connected with
the Press of Nevada. and but few con-
nected with it anywhere. brought SO
marked and distinctive personalism to
their editorial duties as Forbes. In the
best of his writing times. during the
publication of the Sierra Democrat and
Humboldt Register, every number of his
paper was bupbling over with quaint
concerts and singing wit. He called his
writing genius Semblins "A squash
and made it say the brightest and oldest
and cutting est things in the world. He
was as full OF this genlus-for 1t was
nothing less than that-as an egg Is full
of meat and not content with giving
vent TO his wordy pranks in his paper,
he was ali the time seeking and keeping
up correspondence with congenial spirits.
If Freedom shriel1ed when hosciUsko
fell. we may be sure that the house Of
Humbug. Pretense Cant L Co. breathed
a sigh of relief when the news reached
il that Forbes was dead. How he could
let the sawiUst out Of any stuffed image
Of meek grandeur or mock patriotism ,
What a thorn he Was i'll the side eft by
pocricy, We think that all US press
CANCERS were ias. the least bit afraid Of
him. There was a whole, thorough
bred, journalist OF the cid time sort, in
Forbes. The new tangled Wit Of the
times he repudiated with biting scorn
all his own; and he tortured with mer
CHESS hand the writings who lisp it.
Another thing is to be always remember
e, by those who had q speaking &C
quaintance with his earlier newspapers
They were not only marveis Of typo
graphical neatness and taste, but there
was q certain attractive somethins about
their makeup that bespoke the artist.
A thing worth saying gains much by the
tone and expression with which it is
uttered and with his keen eye for the
real, the fitting and the impressive,
Forbes made up his columns so that the
tid-bits and meat-kernels were never
wasted. He threw many a pearl, and
before swine, no doubt; but
he valued Lis wit and was not willing
that its efforts should be Loves labor
lost. Our dead friend-and as such We
held Lim-was native of Ohio, and
learned his trade there At q time and
among men and events that were more
like the earlier California times and men
than anything known nowadays except
as We clutch it ard hate to part with it
hereabout in the mountains and out on
the border yonder. He dated back to
Sam Medary and the likes, and was full
of the knowledge of such old politicians
a. he. That was when Ohio was in
:. The West" and whisky and COON
hunting and barbecues were the order
Of the day. He never ceased to yearn
for the good old days never to come
again, Just as Scotchmen yearn for the
bonnie days that Aud Bobbie filled with
light, and just as the typical English
Squire signs for the good old stage coach |
times. In the death Of Forbes the coast !
has lost its best single handed, hebdom- |
sdal mountain writer. He would have |
been lost in city like San Francisco, !
md his audacities of a semi-shocking but |
very funny, sort wouldn't have been !
there but he lit signal fire |
IN the Sierra that shone like burning |
diamond. Well, he has gone and taken
! piece out Of the journalism of the |
lines which cannot be filed. Where |
ais pen fell there is a void. He has gone
20 Join Billy Parkinson and Lance Night
neill and John James, whom he loved
30 well and when the spring grass be-
yins to grow upon his new-made grave
n the quiet cemetery at Coloma. where.
beside his long mpurned wife, he is to
ie, it will hasten to dig its roots down
here as into the richest mold over which
he generous April air of California
waves its balm. May the turf grow
,uick and green above him
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