National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1875-01-21
OBITUARY.
Down Among the Dead Men"

Down Among the Dead Men"
Under the above caption the New Orleans Times
Of a recent date notices the death of Mr.. William
Hall, who, for a number of years, held an fmpor-
tant position in the Land Office In this city, where
his services were highly appreciated. Mr.. Hall
married lady belonging to one Of the most re-
spectacle families of eur city, who Lives with an
only son in this city at the present time. He
went South about the beginning of the war
'Where his experiences partoOk Of the wilds OF
romance rather than the sober verities OF history
The Times says:
"During the great yellow fever epidemic Of
1883 Mr.. William Hall, then connected with the
Crescent, produced 9 most beautiful pen picture
entitled as above. This graphic description OF
scenes in our cemeteries when the population Of
the city was dim finishing under the stern behests
Of the saffron seOurge at the rate OF three hun
dred or so day, was accepted by the world as
the work Of an artist. 1t was copied into every
prominent paper printed in English, and was
translated and reproduced in dozen Continental
languages. Mr.. Hall then gave promise to be
one of the most brilliant of our New Orleans
journalists; but he had q weakness for the cup
which ine6riates, and that proved the great i'm
pediment in his path"
the Southern army, in 1855 he found his way back
to New Orleans, and performed the duties OF q
reporter upon various papers in that city.
Hope, however, was always telling him datter-
ing tales, and the widest Of them was q scheme
TO convert the whole delta Of the lower Missis-
sippi into ramie garden and make our people
prosperous beyond their most sRnguine eIpeeta-
lions. These schemes materially interfered with
his journalistic lsbors, and finally carried him
into the still more delusiVe realms of insanity.
His delusions, however, had something nAgnif-
cent about them.
Though forced to be confined in Iunatic asy-
lum, where all the appliances and necessities Of
life were Of the plainest kind, he imagined him.
self the possessor OF uncounted millions. No SOW
erelgn was So proI9se IN Iargess; no poItcal phi
Even Shakespeare was not his equal in exhaust
ing worlds and imagining new ones, and the most
enthusiastic bOtanist that ever lived could not
fnd such wonders as he among the grasses and
weeds Of his asylum yard.
AT o'clock yester morn this wreck Of a once
brilliant man passed from the deluSiOns Of this
world into the golden realities Of the next and at
O'Clock last evening his poor remains we're laid
away for all time in one Of the narrow houses Of
GirOd street cemetery. The ceremonies were few
and simple as those connected with the midnight
burial OF Sir John Moore. but when he knocks at
the door Of the suPernGl chamber he will find no
lack of welcome on that account. No signs OF
ostentRtious mourning were present at his fune-
raj; there was. however, consciousness among the
things, but grandIy strong in others, had passed
10 his semp!ternal heritage, where his faults
would be merciiully judged"
FLORENCE wYvILL.
Yesterday afternoon a long line of carriages
slowly wendell their way out OF our busy streets
to Oak Hill, that beautiful and secluded city of
the silent dead. A white hesrse contained q
coffin rich with Its chaste Ornamentation Of sill
yer, and covered with delieately trimmed Wreaths
Of fragrant flowers and everlasting vines The
sweet body Of Florence, the eldest daughter of
our friends. Walter ID. and Henrietta NyVill,
followed by her deeply-afiicted relatives, those
who have been watching with delight the un-
folding Of q tender bud into the glory Of woman
hood, was being conveyed to its grave.
Spring shall come again, and with 1t the soft
breeZes Of the South and the perfumed beds OF
Violets and the melodious praises Of the BIRDS and
with II, toe, will come natures great lesson that
life is immortal. Over this new grave q mother
will plant roses and father Will bedeW them
with tears. But high over that grave the angels
of God have already welcomed to its home In
celestial harmony, has already Joined In the
chorus "Suffer little children to come unto me,
and forbid them not, for such is the kingdom Of
heaven"