The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-10-02
OBITUARY.

Died, poiltlcally, at jackson, Mis-
sissipPi, on Saturday, Septembe
25th, 1873, of chronic moral insanity
and bad treatment, in the full ma
turity CT robust robinhood, tn,
Honorable Alexander Warner. Stat,
Senator, G. B., p. F. II. n. Co., anc
Major General of the Mississippi
Mclish-ier.
Hope, for Il season, babe the world
farewell,
And freedmen shricked as poor 4. War
ner fell -
He spranS up amongst us like a
| flower and was cut down-like q
tulip.
Weep for him, weep for him,
weep for the little tulip.
Driven from her moorings in a
mil'-pond in Massachusetts by the
storm of q revolution, without a
parallel in the annals of Yankeedom,
his little argosy, dash,ng from her
nozzle the ensanguined spray, ca
reered safely through seas of blood,
and found, at last, a harbor on the
broad bosom of the limpid Pearl,
where, alas she was scuttled and
sunk by the hands of his friends.
Weep for him, weep for his little
argosy. Poor Warner He is dead
now, as dead as a door nail. The
places which knew him once will
know him not any more forever.
Alexander Warner-poor fellow,
he is dead now, you know-wAs
born quite early in life, in Maine
and Massachusetts, first put on his
snow shoes in Vermont and New
Hampshire, nutmeg hunted in the
wllds of New Jersey and Connect
cut, where he first learned to talk
through his nose, and made high
reputation in singing school in
the state of Rhode Island.
His boyhood was various and his
early manhood too tedious to men
ton. At the first note from the
bugle horn of liberty he sprang to
arms. ana 6gured as part of the
''finest army the world ever saw"
So soon as he had succeeded in got
ting everything quiet along the Po-
mac, bis Impatient genius sought
out other fields for the exercise of
his numerous talents.
Attracted by the odors arising
from the carcass Of dead institu.
ton, he rushed into the stinks where
filth, and rottenness and corruption
had arrayed themselves, and compe-
tltion fed from him as from the
touch of contagion.
The march of his destiny and the
memorable call Of duty bore him to
this county, and he poured the rich
treasure of his prodigal carpet-bag
into her grateful lap, and she, in
return for his unselfish devotion,
showered her choicest honors on
his willing head.
But, Oh! the ruthless disease
which finally plucked him from the
4 aoxvar baIS Of fap,a waS ot
her work, and. at last left to the
nursing of his fellow patients, he
has been transpIated into that gar
den where all good carpet-baggers
must eventually vegetate.
He did not want to die. lie died
hard. But there was Ames, and
Raymond and others whom he low
ed who told HIM he had to go. He
made but one testamentary request
and that was that his old clothes
should be given to Niles, who was
also there, waiting for them, and it
may be as we'll TO record here as
touching instance of pious friend
ship, that Niles wears them, though
they were not cut out for him and
sit very awkardly on him. This
incident is enough to touch the
heart of any man who is not utter
ly destitute of every spark of IN
sanity.
When it became manifest to the
that he must die,
that he would be slain by his fell
low patients in the house of his
Lends if he did not die himself, he
f. cted a desperate indifference to
ia l. I te and went out singing those
eatif, y lines
OHM love, my love, she's gone back
on me,
nAI DOM give damn if she do
nd thus IN gentle spirit "wheeled
IF on the vie yless winds"
NO GIN DIS PLAY.