The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1889-07-13
EDWARDS AND TURNER.

Following is the eloquent tribute paid
by President Walter Williams to the
memory of the veteran journalists and
loved friends, Jno. N. Edwards and
Joseph IL Turner:
Especially has this Association suf-
fered loss in the deaths of John Ed
wards and Joseph Turner. They we're
both newspaper men to the III ner
born. They both knew somewhat OF
the wastes along which the editors
pathway often goes, where streams are
not, nor springs, nor water Of refresh
ment anywhere. They both had tasted
of the bitter and the sweet, modestly
accepted fate, drank deep of life, knew
books aud bcarts OF men, cities and
camps, and wars immortal woe. They
both had battled well with the pen and
and sword alike. Soldiers both, they
were better citizens therefor. They
loved bravery and gentleness and were
brave and gentle altogether. Honor
and duty and love were theirs and
litlleneSs was as foreign TO their ma
lures as impurity to the sea. Their
spheres of lite were different and their
Cildl dCNCIN oliC
brilliant, meteoric, chivalric, passionate
in word and deed, an Arthurian knight
who had ridden down from the days of
the round table into now. The other,
conservative, practical, genial, with
big body and large heart, d faithful Of
iiccr, a Jealous worker, moving in a
smaller circle, perhaps, but equally
courageous, tender and true. The one,
Il union soldier, who had worn the
blue with credit and had followed
here the old commander led. The
other had dOnned the gray, blue
eyed bCardlGss boy, aud dOtled it only
when the cause tor which he fought
was lost the stars and bars gone down,
and with them all save honor. What
better requiem now for these friends
OF ours to whom Deaths drunbeat has
called Lights outp than that said OF
sung over Sir Launcelot's dead body,
for than these no gOodiier gentlemen
G'Gr set lance in rest, none Drawer drew
sword in the press OF knights This
much | fain would say III loving re,
membTanCe of these men-buried the
one AT Carrollton yonder, mid the gold
aud scarlet of autumn leaves, touched
and tinged by frost, the other entomb.
ed Oh Lalayetie's pIairies, broad anC
sunlit as his soul, within sight of the
old homestead, where he wooed anC
won and welded the faithful woman
who was at his side thrOugh.gOod anC
i'll. Turner and Edwards, of different
Creeds, of different faiths, of opposing
politics, they were both large hearted
pure minded, clean handed, courage
0us gentlemen and journalists. Help
tul always to those who needed help
loved most by those who knew then
best. They richly deserve this tribut,
ut our hands. Upon the roster where
the names of Regan and Carter, ant
Mcfarland and Jim Anderson ar,
placed, let theirs also be inscribed, anl
after them let it be written az the re
spOnse as for two centuries has the nam,
nf the famous Old French Grenadier
"DGad on the Field Of Honor" An'
as we close their where TN
flowers bloom and the grass is green To
day-we seem to catch in the claugo
of the vault door swinging shut, tn
echo of the opening of the lleavenl
Gates of Paradise And straining on
, eyes through the darkness here, wher
the widow and children aud friend
%ropc blimdly. wondcrIngiy, do we no
zee across the river yonder, where til
| boatman rows us one by one, tn
1 cleaning OF lights in the harbor, tn
| Heavenly harhor at last.