The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1875-02-25

but since his death l have made some
search in the files of my paper, but have
been unable to find it. 1 do not know
the title of it, nor have l much recollec-
tion of it, as l was determined to get it
for publication, and so did not charge my
memory with it. There were two lines
something like this:
HE laid his head on natures breast,
And heard the Ihrobbing of her heart
When Hood was repeating these lines
his eyes sparkled as he felt the beauty
and grandeur of the thought.
Our next meeting was held at Jackson,
on the first Thursday in May, 1871
Bond was here, but Hood was not able
to attend. I had letter from him few
days before the meeting of the Union, in
which he said he would be here if posi-
BILE but he afterwards Informed me that
he was quite sick at the time
The next meeting of the Union was
held at Athens, on the first Thursday in
May, 1872 That was the last meeting I
attended Hood was there, and in quite
good health, for him.
l think the Union committed an error
at the Athens meeting, which will grad
ually destroy it. The annual meetings
had been held the first week in May, one
of the most beautiful seasons; but at
Athens, for some reason, the meeting
was fixed for June, when the heat of
summer renders it so uncomfortable that
there can be little pleasure in such an
assemblage. 1 have heard that there was
meeting at Circleville in the summer
of 1873, and one at Chllicothe in the
summer of 1874, but they are said to have
been small, uninteresting affairs The
condition of my health makes it impru-
dent for me to leave home in the heat of
summer, and l have, reluctantly con-
cluded to forego the pleasure and profit
to be derived from these meetings.
/ 1t Is often the case, when a man dies,
that much undeseryed praise is bestowed
upon him. A good many eulogies have
| been written about Walter C. Hood
since his death. l do not propose to
say anything about him now that would
not have said during his life. The last
letter had from him was written about
a year before his death. l had spoken of
his fitness for the Office of State Libra
rian. This article was written without
Mr.. Hood knowledge, and when he got
my paper he wrote me letter of thanks,
and asked me to send him few copies
of my paper, as he wanted to show some
Of his friends what an old abolitionist
could say Of him, Democrat.
have seen nothing written in praise
of Walter C. Hood since his death that
was not richly deserved. knew him
long and intimately. 1 have large
number of his letters, carefully preserv-
ed. We often met. 1t was always ex-
ceedingly pleasant for me to be in his
company. l shall never forget the pleas
ant afternoon, the last time he called at
my residence, when I was keeping house
We sat under the great sycamore tree in
front of my residence, and he told me all
about his pious father, and his early re
ligious training. The last time he called
upon me was on Sabbath afternoon, since
I have been occupying rooms near my
Office. He spent all the afternoon with
me and my family. 1 never saw him bu
once since that time He met me on the
street and we only had a short talk Ht
said the STANDARD came to the State Ii
brary regularly land" he added, al aZacay
read it,
Mr. Hoods character may be summed
up in these words; he was the very sou
of truth and honor. He had full shar,
of combativeness, and was always full,
able and willing to defend himself, o
any principle he espoused. He coul(
even be aggressive, if he thought it prop
.er. l have often thought that the rea
son he and 1 became SO warmly attached
was because we understood each other
and could trust each other 1 would no
have been afraid to have trusted M
, worldly fortunes, my good name, evel
my life, in the hands of my friend. n
amount of hiring, coaxing, provocatio
, or aggravation, would have induce
Walter c. Hood to have betrayed FOL
mer friend. He could be trusted at a
, times, in all places, and under all circun
T stances. He was not a Moulton, VIII
t would betray the confidence of frien
: who had trusted him. There was th
secret of his having attached to himse
f every person who became intimately a.
quainted with him. l never met ma
in all my life who more thoroughly, an
unselfshly, carried out, in all the affail
of life, the Golden Rule
During my sickness, my son wrote a
article about Mr.. Hood, in which b
+ stated that Mr. Hood was an uncle
, Hon. Ralph Leete. He was Mr.. Leete
, brother-in-law, having married his siste