The Kosciusko star. (Kosciusko, Miss.) 18??-1898, 1895-03-22
IN MEMORIAM

n VI uCOP iNSiSS Sf-N
the face of our fair city VIXEN it WAS
announced on Wednesday morning
that Gait. D. l.. Smythe was dead.
And well may Kosciusko mourn, FOR
from her ranks of honored gentlemen
the hand of death has stricken down
no better nor Drawer soul.
The proud prestige of Anglo-Saxon
citizenship stood justified in all his
bearing and his life, and he was laid to
rest shrined in the nobleness OF his
peoples love and loyalty and tears. OF
him it NAV be said as the master-ora-
tor pronounced above the fame of the
dead Brutus:
The elements were so mixed in him,
That nature might stand up
And say to all the world,
This was man."
The writer loved him because of his
heroic mould, for all the causes he es-
poused became the treasures of his
heart, on which he looked as jealousy
as ever Paladin looked to the lady OF
his lance and love. | don't believe the
whole world boosted a more ardent
worshipper Of Southern principle and
Southern faith. Southern skies to
Capt. Smythe were the sweetest of all
skies kissed by the sun; er star-litw wa
tiers were natures most enchanting
harmoEies to him; her patriots graves
were holy places where the lights of
Liberty could never fail, and where the
lamps of chivalry would always burn
for "hearts of gold" In those dark
DAYS OF differences when North and
South drew from each other in war and
grim estrangeme the young Confed-
eracv could name no finer blade than
| that which flashed in fire from the
scabbard of this bold and true sabreun.
And many an old Confederate, God
bless them every one. delights to tell
how their gallant comrade loved to
leap into the floods of flame and death,
and many one has dropped tear be-
cause Harry Hotspur is cold in
death. And when the war was dore,
and hostile cannon closed the iron lips
that grimly gaped in fratricidal strife,
what man Gid more to lift his State and
county from the ashes of desolatior
and dire woe? knightly spirit we'll
laid aside. and the current of his thought
ran to the lifting of his peoples hearts
and hopes and homes. A dashing.
hearted Confederate in war, truer
/ Democrat has never casted ballot in
the time of peace. Whoever might 20
wrong, the eye of d. L. Smythe was
eyer fixed upon the day -star of Democ-
racy, and he lived and died Democrat
of Democrats without reproach or
stain. 1t is no wonder then that in
his life az citizen his followers elevat-
ed HIM to nigh political preferment,
even as his comrades.in -arms had
graced his helmet with cheftain's
plume. In the halls of legislation of
his State, Captain Smythe was the
same inhexible and uncompromlsing
champion of his party, faith and creed,
always panoplied to shIver s,;ears with
any conner who might dare to whisper
aught against the fairness of his mo.
tives or the business of his cause.
Some of the most important laws upon
our statute books to-day are expires.
slons of his purpose and his aid.
Fearless in his life. he was surpass-
ingly fearless in his death, and as his
CLASSY eyes looked down the deepening
silence spread before him by the open
ing of the future gates, he was heard
say, without tremor enter into the
valley"
Who shall say what voices came to
him, or what stars broke forth to ligh I
his weary steps adown the darkcninp
stair-ways of the dead? Peace to your
ashes, man and Mason, loyal friend,
and princely gentleman!
b. N. WARD, Jr.