Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1886-12-18

mctes confined his friendship or kindly acts
nationalities. for friendship with him i'm
piled all the term means He was ready at
all times to make sacrifices for them, and no
man dared to assail them in his presence
which all knew who knew him.
Our acquaintance was formed nearly THIRTY
years ago. close intimacy existing all tho
time and we never met him without gadnes,
nor partel without being benefited by con
tact with his great broad, comprehensive
nature His sympathy for the poor, the
weak and the erring was never wanting.
ALAS for the rarity
of christian charity
Under the sun"
would never have been written if all had
been like him. for he always had a kind word
and some pallation for every otfense, unless
it was done malciously or hypocriticallv.
Then his stern and merciless denunciatiol
was heard alike before one, or one thousand
1t is an old truism-a man is best known
in his home. Many smooth exterior wheI
with strangers turns rough and harsh where
there are none to dispute Its authority.
But not so with him; in his home was PEI,
feet freedom. 80 the blessings of home
where old and young mix kindly-the young
unawed, the old unchlled in unreserved
communion Such was his home he warm
ed, not chilled those around him he scattcre,'
light not darkness; he could be stern, but
never frowned.
He had the keeneSt perception of the
rights and claims of one man upon another
we ever knew, and the astutest understand
ing of what was sacred to oneself or family
If at any time he deemed it his province OF
duty to enter the domain of privacy, o,
domestic life (for there are such conditions
in all families) he would approach it 81,
tenderly and so delicately that one wa
enabled to feel-here is a friend to whom
you may dlvulgc your secret it is safe in his
keeping-and many burdencd heart has
been lightened by his helping to bear it,
load. There is not one living who knew hin
in the days when he toiled with the pick, il
he be 4 frank, true and worthy man, who
was not as welcome to his home as his near
est and most influential friend.
lie was one of the finest letter-writer> (cor-
respondcnts) we ever knew. His language
was not only chaste but classic. To the
culture of this accomplishment we believe he
owed more than to any other the acquisition
of his choice vocabulary. Words rarely used
in ordinary conversation seemed to weave
themselves naturally into his, and to-day
they form the daily talk of his children, who
use them without knowing them TO be un
common.
lo,r Il T>c
with being natural elocutionist, rendered
him conspicuous figure in the social
circle. We have frequently known him III
reading one of his favoritc poets to lose him
self altogether, forgetting everything else.
On one occasion while reading from Childc
Harold, when he came to the beautiful
lines
"Adieu, adieu. my native land fades DER the
waters blue
His voice became sonorOrs, then pathetic,
and on looking out through the open Win
dow, crowd had gathered on the street
equally wrapt and absorbed as were those
within.
Above and higher than all authors as bv
the general consent of mankind so will
HIM was the giant of the Avon, and next
was he who wrote:
The heart benevolent and kind the most
resembles Gud.'
Such was he; kinder AMI more benevolent
man never breathed God's pure air.
Walking to the funeral a friend who had
known him forty years said well he has
splendid record to take with him to the bar on
the other side Another remarked: He was
as brave man as ever lived, and" quoting
from E. glands laureate
He never SCld the truth to serve the hour
Nor paltered with eternal God for power
The funeral services, conducted by Rev
Mr.. Motiatt, were in most excellent taste
The beautiful hymn OF Charles Wesley.
Jesus, lover of my SOUL which Henry
Ward Beecher said the triumphant host
would sing when entering the portals of
the celestial kingdom, was sung in strains 50
soft and tender. y most appropriate address
an affecting prayer, the pathetic hymn,
Come ye disconsolate," by Thomas Moore
with the words Earth to earth, ashes to
ashes, dust to dust" tie dearest friend earth
ever knew was separated from us until the
final day. %%*