The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1890-10-25
,,r,cIAL LIFE LENGTHENED.
r,s tl,e Hon. Frank Burkitt and
- o,hsr valiant Champions?
vicksburg Evening Post.


vcksDurg Evening Post.
J, through the press dispatche,
v ,ha " Constitutional Convention
.ng NO the power never delegated t. t.
pns aGs neople, m has passed an ordi
'nV nnVgteending the term of State of
~ 1896. The great body of thu
have received this news witt
M i regret, for they know too vel
iab !. has h no other meaning save thar
,nnt IA a requiem for the untimely de
p'I If that venerable patriot, tht
Trsnk Burkitt,of Chickasaw tina
uminary, r. G. Patty, and oul
lsc"ished farmer friend, John r
a:on upon whose early grave We
aov AVE- called to look with anguish
tears.
!, for the dreams of glory born
md hopes so proudly cherished,
cav butterflies Of dazzling morn
Thot in the MONDAY perished.
,,ot the funeral songs be sung,
rbe requiem lowly chanted,
statesmen bold who died too young,
Wtb souls death has not daunted.
oe on yeste rday thought or dream
M this great people would be call
poo to mourn the death of these
Etv chieftains. Think of it, that
yesterday we saw the great wool
Srering like a giant among his
| ", in the Constitutional Conven-
and vet to think that to-day we
4. manly form carried back to the
N Of his native Chickasaw to be
Epr laid at rest beneath the tower
Zines that so often have whispered
fmelody to his patriotic ear, out of
kjght, out OF the hopes of his sor-
M people, who look down into his
srave and then gaze abroad upon
ksppy autumn fields and realized
| he will return no more. For him
Hare shall murmur the sweet south
whispering grand poems caught
he coral reefs, where the foam
Id in resonant music from the
kmering pillows of the Mexican
|fOr him no more the sound of gath
/ clans of Southern chivalry at
halls; for him no more
|rubernatorial dream; for him alas
kht but the halo of a name, the
ashes of an ambition too fondly
Fshed and so fed on the milk of
that it died ere its summer had
kissed by winters chilly blast.
h, can it be, Frank Burkitt, that
! art dead land yet we know full well
ID. Hadst thou been alive, thy clar-
Voice would have rung erewhile thy
5p quill would have smote death
destruction on those tyrant few.
| st thou been alive never would the
kge, McNeely, Dear Seymour" and
|rest have tlodden on our necks!
b the visions of State officials
y years in Office, yet hungering for
h, Watt, Stone, Govan, Miller, and
Eton, these would have slept in
and no more of two years fat to
And that still greater Stone would
have wrapped around HIM the
Pile Of high Office and with proud
|ter Of State pointed to judges yet
brn, who, in the next six long years,
7 rise at his sweet bidding and
out ''so-called" justice. All,
sitt, thou vast not there, and with
thus early to the tomb must pass
Pparate ways the pallid faces OF
friends who follow the sad cor
. Of Patty and Cameron, too.
* long years more must sleep the
ple's voice; but in that time out o.
dear lives sacrifice shall spring
Q other to adorn the chair OF State
} perhaps, may build mighty mon
'nts to your memory.
Ah let the kettle and the drum
Beat and repeat the story;
Ind the tin horn and bayoo come,
To tell their tale of glory.
Ah, bid the fair, the Drawn and brave,
Cease now their wild contention;
FOR Burkitt bold dug deep his grave,
When he called that Convention.
md Patty, Cameron, comrades true,
They too will be forgotten,
When the good people will undo
A Constitution rotten.
Sam Jones, Jr.
cksburg. Miss, Oct, 20, 1890.