Press and daily Dakotaian. (Yankton, Dakota Territory [S.D.]) 1880-1889, 1888-05-11

neither sent nor received a flag OF truce,
lie was true to his clients-making their
case his. Feeling responsibility, he
listened patiently to details; to his in
dustry there were only the limits OF
time and strength. He was a student OF
the constitution He knew the boundaries
Of the state and federal jurisdiction, and
no man was more familiar with those
great decisions that are the peaks and
~promontories, the headlands, the beacons
OF, the law.
He wassan orator-earnest, logical, in
tense and picturesque. He laid the
foundation with care, and with
accuracy and skill, and rose by
cold graduation and we'll balanced
form. From the cornerstone of state
ment to the domed conclusion, he filed
the stage. The audience was his; he had
the undefinable thing called presence.
Tall, commanding, erect, ample in
speech, graceful in compliment, Titanic
In denunciation, rich in illustration.
prodigal OF comparison and metaphor,
ms sentences, measured and rhyth-
mlcai, fell like music on the enrap-
tured throng. He abhorred the Pharisee
and loathed all conscious fraud. He had
q profound aversion for. those who insist
on putting base motives back of the
good deeds of others. He wore no
mask; he knew his friends, his
enemies knew him. He had no patience
with pretense. With patriotic reasons for
manly acts he did his work and brave
ly spoke his thought. Sensitive to the
last degree, he keenly felt the blows and
stabs of the envious and obscure, of the
smallest, of the weakest, but the greatest
could not drive him from convictions
Held. He would not stop to ask or give
explanations. He left his words and
deeds to Justify themselves. He held In
light esteem a friend who heard with
half-believing ear the Islander of
a foe. He walked a highway of
his own, and kept the company
of his self-respect. He would
not turn aside a foe to greet or to gain a
friend. In his nature there was no COM
promise. To him there were but two
paths-the right and wrong. He was
maligned, misrepresented and misunder-
stood, but he would not answer. He
knew that character speaks louder. far.
b q any words. He was as silent then
as he is now, and his silence, better than
any form of speech, refuted every charge.
He was an American-proud of his coun-
try. He did not find perfection only in
otner lanus. lie did not grow small
and shrunken, withered and a~polegetic
in the presence of those upon whom
greatness had been thrust by chance. He
could not be oyerawed by dukes or lords,
nor fattered into yertebrateless sub
seryiency by the smiles of kings. In the
midst of conventionalities he had the
feelings of suffocation. He believed in
the royalty of man, in the sovereignty of
the citizen, and in the matchless great
ness OF this republic. He was of the
classic mould, a figure from the antique
fold. He had the pose of a great statue,
the pride and bearing of the intellectual
Greek, of the conquering Roman, and
he stood in the wide free air as
though within his veins there flowed
the blood of a hundred kings, and
as he lived, he died. Proudly he entered
the darkness, or the dawn, as we call
death. Unshrinkingly he passed beyond
our horizon, beyond the twilight purple
hills, beyond the utmost reach of human
harm or help, to that vast realm of
silence or joy where the innumerable
dwell, and he has left with us his wealth
of thought and deed-the memor of a
brave, imperious, honest man, who bowed
only to death.