The Brunswick times. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 188?-1900, 1897-04-25
GONE. BUT STILL REVERED.


membered by Brunswicklans. 1t is
reproduced not only for its excellence
but for its appropriateness to Memo
rial day:
"Today the scholar closes his book
and the laborer leans upon his spade.
To-day earth receives a nobleman
into Its keeping, and a people, sad of
heart, sore of soul, gather about a
grave which takes from their sight,
but not from their hearts, form ma
jestic in life and royal in death.
| "Today there lies down in the ST.
lence of the tomb one whose life went
out as softly, as calmly, as quietly, as
come the dews, or as slips the twi-
light beneath the tent of night. The
going out of that life, whose leave TAX
ing we mourn today, was as beautiful
in It's farewell as it vas peaceful and
victorious over pain and rack of body.
Out of the earthly tenement went that
great soul as fades far out at sea, the
little snow white sails blown to
thither shores.
"Sometimes we gather about unan-
swering lips and WITHHOLDING hearts
and question death:
ave know what moons shall wane,
When summer birds from far shall cross the
sea,
When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden
gram;
| But who shall teach us when to look for thee?
but not today. We knew the end
was near to this stormy life. We
knew that the sun was going down
and the tempest was at lull. We
knew that soon the silver chord that
bound this heroic spirit to earth was
to be loosed and the golden bowl
broken. Our ears had heard the rustic
of Azraels wings and upon our eyes
had fallen the light of the day eternal.
"But when the summons came when
the message went swiftly over the
southland that in the metropolis of a
sister state the Thunderbolt of war, he
who was the incarnation of virtue, the
beloved of a people chivalric to the ut
most, was dead, there came a cloud
upon the sky, mist before the eyes
and lead in every heart.
"But of this man: Mr.. Davis is one
of the colossal figures of the age; aye
of all ages. Could he but be measured
by the standard of full rounded sue
cess not one of the worlds great ones
would outrank him; and even in the
outrageous light of that setting sun
which went down at AppomattOx, he
lowered against the sky of history in
magnificent proportions. Amid the
ruins of the nation which rose in
splendor and went down In tears and
glory, he is grander than Marius in
Carthage, Belisarius in the streets of
Constantinople, Napoleon chatting on
sea-glrt Helena. He was the prince
Hest of men, the ideal of cavaliers, the
Jovian statesman, the most persuasive
of gold-tongued orators. Had he
lived in the days of Epaminonidas, his
home would have been Hottest on
Olympus and the Bard would have
sung a nobler than @gis-bearing Jove.
"In the days when knlghtly cavaliers
rode hot and true in joust of arms
higher than Arthur's would have
waved the plume of Davis and firmer
than Launcelot's would have poised
his lance. 10 him were the exaggera-
tion of all the virtues, and his was the
heritage of all the kingly and MASTER
full forces. Whether storming the
heights of Monterey, leading the for
lorn hope and saving the day at Buena
Vista, or compelling Benton in the
United States senate to admit, for the
only time in his life, that he was
wrong; or whether facing the storm or
fury of q conflict the magnificent
splendor OF which the world gives no
parallel; or whether defying his lnso-
lent captors in the dark fortress cell;
or whether in the quiet serenity of his
home, with his loved ones about him
where is the figure which overtops
this man, whose body today Will be
borne away to the rest of the grave?
"What LOYALTY to principle nerved