The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-02-20
nr..zuR WRIGHT.

O08 VA A0G 0203A RS8~O~ VI W0~@ ~@~~D has ever come from the tArobbing pen of Robert c. lngersoll appears in the February number of the NovtA Asserf- eas Rsyisw. The aiticle, is entitled " Elixur Wright" The following is an extract:
 Only few years ago it was taken for granted that an ~unbeliever could not be a moral man-that one who disputed the inspiration of the legends of Judea could not be sympathetic and humane, and could not really love his fellow-men. Had we no other evidence upon this sub feet, the noble life of Elizur Wright would demonstrate the utter bAselessness of these views.
 His life was spent in doing good-in attacking the hur,ful-in defending what be believed to be the truth. Generous beyond his means-helping others help them mselves-always hopeful, busy. just, cheerful, filled with the spirit of reform a model citizen, always thinking of the public good-devs ng ways and means to save something for posterity-feelsng that what he had he held in trust-loving nature, familiar with the poetic side of things, touched to enthusiasm by the beautiful thought, the brave word, and the generous deed-friendly in manner, candid and kind in speech-modess but persistent pjoying leisure as only the industrious can-loving and gentle in his family-hospitable, judging men and women regardless of wealth, position or public clamor tearless-in. tellec,ually honest-thoroughly informed -unsel6sh, sincere, and reliable as the attraction of gravity. Such was Elizur Wright-one of the staunchest soldiers that ever faced and braved for freedom s sake the wrath, and scorn, and lies of place and power.
 A few days ago met this genuine man. His interest ;n sll human things was just as deep and keen-his hatred of oppression, his love of free dom, just as intense, just as fervid as on the day met him first. True, his body was old, but his mind was young; and his heart, like a spring iu the desert, bubbled over as joyously as though it had the secret of eternal youth. But thas ceased to beat, and the mysterious veil that hangs where sight and blindness are the same the veil that revelation has not drawn aside that science cannot lift, has fallen once again between the living and the dead.
 And yet we hope and dream. May be the longing for another life Is but the prophecy, forever warm from Natures lips, that love disguised as death, alone fulfills. We cannot tell. And yet per haps this Hope is but an antic, following the fortunes of an uncrowned king, be- guiling griei with jest, and satisfying loss with pictured gain? We do not know.
 Bat, from the Christians crael hell, and from his heaven more heartless still, the free and noble soul, if forced to choose should loathipg turn, and cling with rap ture to the thought of endless sleep.
 But this we know: Good deeds are never childless. A noble life is never lost. A virtuous action does not die Elizur Wright scattered with generous hand the priceless seeds, aud VIC shall reap the golden grain. His words and acts are ours, and all he nobly did is liv' ing still.
 Farewell, brave soul Upon thy grave lay this tribute of respect and love When last our hands were joined, 1 said these parting words: Long Life and repeat them now.