The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1881-03-03
HE'S DEAD!
John Bateman Smith, Editor
of the Citizen, Yields to
the Last Enemy.

Dir. JOHN BATEMAN SMITH, ec
tor OF the CITIZEN, died at has rec
6ence on BID street on " ednesd,
night Feb, %, 1881, AZ l0:'
O'Clock, Of catsrfh al Tie hiadde
How sad a task is thrown up,
the writer How d-solatc OF meal
inc are simple cords 70 2press IL
great sorrow oil achiog hearts
brother Is deadl A loved sister
widowedl Dear children are OF
phanedl Angels stand uncovered j
the presence of such griefl jon
BATEMAN SMITH trayersed The deel
dark paths of suffering, com PLAIN
lDg not, vet waiting tor the enc
How weary grew his feet as th
shadows crept over him! Folsom
almost beyond endurance was til
way to where the gates Of dealt
stood ajar. The sunken cheek
the dimmed eye, the paiiid brow
the waning pulse, the feeble, hutter
ing gasp-snu silent. and still b,
lies. He is DEAD!
Oh, how our affections mock u
as they Irvine themselves about ,
loved object only TO wither it with
embraces!
Oh, these hearts of ours, how
light in loving and bow sad they
become when love is lost.
Oh, the love Of wife, how en-
during and deep, and then how
empty and desolate the heart when
death despoils it!
Oh, these children whom death
robs and despises, how they tax
our hearts to love and pity them
enough
On, the late of man, to yield to
death a victory when the paths
of life seem opening brightest.
Pity, o God, the broken heart
that must sustain the deepest
thrust of this most poignant grief
PITY, o God, and let the arms
outstretched in helpless anguish
he entwined around thy sustaining
cross!
Pity, O God, the faltering steps
that walk in heavy darkness and
turn them to the Light
Pity, o God, and with divinest
consolation sooth the wretched dis!
pair that enshrouds the ruins
where an idol has been torn down Il
Pity, o God, and smooth the
path of widowhood and guide the
steps of orphanage, until the gates
of pearl shall close behind them and
bring them forever in companion .
ship with him they mourn to-day
In the full vigor OF an intellect
that reflected a dazzling culture,
and in the beginning Of career
that bad already gathered brightest
honors, he was cut d, wn. For
what wise purpose, we know not
and we dare not question. Wei
will not do violence to our hearts1
by paying a tribute alone to his
genius. 1t is the heart, the inner
man, the refined and noble soul,
that calls for recognition. The
writer knew him altogether, and al
though he was weighted with the,
fraillies of all flesh and oftimes
made the sport OF fortune, under )
meath lay pure and honest ma,
the noblcsL work of God. WEI
leave others TO speak OF those shin
ing aJtGinments in his professionk
and 10 literature that dish0gIishedE
mm, while we bow under the
weight OF mighty grief and place 4
upon record tue esteem and loves
we bore him.
Not only berett Of "a brother, !
,.ompanion, associate, whom we de
lighted TO respect aud cherished inn
sincerest affection, but ~ have lost
che soul and genius OF lie CITIZEN.
To the work OF editing these COLI
Jmus he gave his days and his
nights, his strength, MS brain, and
jheu his life. How sad that h 5
could not stay TO reap the fruits hes
gave his life TO rlpeD.
AT risk OF being con idercd indis
e5reet we here assert that no man
ever climbed higher and fixed him.
self more firmly in universal esteemI
in one short year than john BATE
MAN SMITH did in Giles county.
The large concourse of friendsl
that attended his funeral at the NJ
T.. Church Thursday afternoon al
i o'clock, and the distinguished
mark of respect shown by the citi-
zens of Pulaski in closing theii
business houses-these testimoni
ais of esteem ease the pangs of sor
row in the hearts of his relatives and
soften grief with qualification.