Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1884-11-28

His influence in the community was g'e'
and far reaching. Ills life was daily lessor
to the young, intoxicating the teachings '
sobriety, patience and the onsers in'e 81 e'e-
~ civil and christian duty, warning them Q
the easy paths that lead to vice, and in'i''"I
them to scale the giddy heights, and c'''"'
the steep accents that lead TO virtue
will not invade the sacred circle OF ",'
domestic life. But know whereof ! sPe"S
When say that the widows 'ngu''"'"
heart never moistened with its bitter 'eAis
the grave of more tender devoted hu'""n"'
The daughter and the son never knelt 10 un-
awaiting grief beside the eofined iorn y
better, more devoted father.
Such a man as our lameuted brorher could
not fail to pass through life without nos'' "
friends. There was so much geniality ~ h's
nature, so much frankness and cHnlof' ~
little Of guile and duplicity, 50 much Perso"'
al magnetism, that men naturally 'unu
themselves attracted and bound TO him .!
"hooks Of steel and links OF adhmant.' ne
friendship they bore him had taken deep an"
lasting root, it was not passing, eyaneseen'
feeling, mot summer friendship who's
A ,ttering leav 5 shadow US in prosperity ana
Gall of in the autumn Of adversely
My acquaintance with the deceased was
very limited prior to the time ! came to th''
village to practice my profession was ior'
tunate in getting an Office in the s"me ouiId-
ing with him, occupying for II long time tue
room adjoining his became at once At
tracted to him and there was then planted ID
my heart the seeds OF u friendship that hour
lshed and strengthened as year ucceeiih
year and continued uninterrupted and IN
broken to the day Of his death. And when
the cord that bound me to him was torn
asunder by the ruthless haad Of death,
mourned the loss Of one, who was almost my
daily companion, before disease laid us
wasting hand upon him. one who outside
the circle of my family aud kindred was my
most valued, my dearest friend on earth.
When such "a man lays down the burden OF
life and goes out from our midst, the public
sorrow mingles with the private grief and
that sorrow finds its best expression in doing
some act by which the memory of the object
ofour sorrow shall be preserved 4 perpetutied.
That feeling born of the noblest inspirations Of
the human heart brings US here to-day. The pen
of poetry has written
"Mens evil manners livein brass
Their virtues we write in water.
The poets words in his regard shall not be
verified. The record of his pure and spotless
life shall be preserved and perpetultei. We
loved him IN life. He shall not he forgotten
in death. We will not "wiite his virtues in
water, 4" but upon the sacred spot where sleeps
in death all that is mortal of our departed
friend the mantel column shall arise to tell
to future time the story Of his life. The
words that have spoken are not the words
of empty euogy Thsy are the out.iyngs Of
sincerity and unaffected truth. In your hearts
/ know they wske responsive echo And
from the contemplation Of the life
and character OF our departed friend, not rs !
have imperfectly skctehed it but as it was
known 10 most Of you, we may well exclaim
in the language of another, "QmniJ uiinm
inVeniemus pdrsm." When shall We again
behold his equal"