Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1883-12-01

ruins of Carthage, man whose name
is today a household word died almost
alone-far from his native land, un-
cheered in his last hours by the sympa
thy of one of the many of his country
men who today delight to do him hon
or. In his last struggle, when his
weary feet touched the stream OF death,
and he was passing into the unknown
land, only his dusky-faced Moorish at
PENDANTS and two Sisters Of Mercy
were with him; and when he was laid
in the grave priest of the Greek
Church intoned the prayers for the
dead over the silent form. On Satur.
day, the 9th of last June, the dust that
had so long lain in hat far-away land
was lovingly borne and laid to rest be-
meath the whispering leaves Of Oak
Hill Cemetery. With imposing cere-
monies, followed by the representatives
of law and diplomacy, attended by
military honors, the remains of John
Howard Paine were at last given a
home under the sod of the land of his
birth. The sad strains of mournful
music blended with the singing of the
wind through the trees. Hundreds of
men and women, with silent lips and
fearful eyes, watched the lowering of the
casket into the grave. The Muse Of
Poetry drew near and lovingly laid a
wreath of immortal verse upon his
tomb. Oratory wove a crown of glow
ing eulogy for the brow that had been
pierced by the thorns of disappointed
hopes and baffied aims. Art erected a
marble column, crowned with the
chiselled features of him who slept
there, and bearing the words,
'Sure, when thy gentle spirit fed
To realms above the azure dome,
With arms outstretched, Gods angel said,
Welcome to heavens home, sweet home
And this honor was paid to a man
whose life in its fulfllments was a
bitter satire upon all its promises.
The broken columns of that city where
he died were not unfit symbols of his
career.
But he wrote when homeless himself
a song which struck chord on the
universal human heart, "Home Sweet
Home" And wherever there lives in
the breast love Of country, of wife, Of
child, of friend--wherever the heart
turns to dwelling-place which ha;
been hallowed by the memories of {
mother whose kisses linger upon the
tresses and whose prayers still hold {
hallowing sway over life-a place tina
has rung with the laughter of child
hood and echoed the sobs of breaking
hearts over the ofin-lid-be that home
in this land or far across the sea-be i
in the thronged city or in the country
sheltered by clinging honeysuckles
shaded by the poisoning apple trees
be it palace or a cot it matters not
there the strains of "Home 'Swee
Home" have found a welcome, and tn
wearied heart finds rest as it softly sings
"Be it ever so humble there's no plac
like home" What tongue can pictur
how great, how full, how Influential
might have been the life of the autho
of that song had he not been without
home.
The influence of home upon the lif
cannot be over estimated Many O
the noblest of earth's sons have no
hesitated to trace all their greatness t
it. These men we have glanced a
, had each much to be grateful for il
this direction. Both were proud Q
their mothers. The home of each wa
singularly sweet and happy, Mr.
Cooper said, when, after fifty-six year
of welded life she died, on the ann
versary of her wedding-day, "She wa
the day star, the solace and inspira
ton of my life" How much tn
pleasant home>life of these men had
do with their success cannot be told
Now, young men, if you would be sue
cessful in life make a home of you
own. repeat to you the advice
have given you, get married just a
soon as you find the girl who havini
won can keep your love and you ca
offer her such a home as any sensibl
Uirl would no setis6ed with Oh