Arizona republican., 1898-05-09
A BELOVED MEMORY.
Boston's Enduring Affection for Phil
 ips Brooks.

Boston does not forget Phillips
 Brooks. Every time I go to that i4 tellectual city I hear and see mare Of the popular love of that dead leader
 BoCkshops show small photographs C. Phillips Brooks conspicuously, while
 the picture stores offer IlkenesseS l.
 many sizes of the great man.
 In shop window in BoyIston srs |.
 opposite the Arlington street cnurch h
 l noticed last week photograph, hali
 life-size, of him. The thousands O. suburbanites who daily creep along Boston's principal crowded thorough
 fare of the Back Bay district cannot
 fail to see the big picture and to enjJy it. Such things tend to keep alive af- fection. Better, perhaps, they repre- sent 1t. You can gain attention readi
 ly in Boston if you have new. stoly to
 relate about Phillips Brooks. One in
 your own experience or which soms-
 body told you.
 Last week a woman repeated this to
 me. It was within her i.nowledge. A young woman, pianist, depend ant up
 on her own earnings, was seized o1
 some dreadful difficulty which ren- dered her arms useless. Thus bereft. she sat day by day in her lonely up stairs room,, waiting for whatever
 worse might come of her enforced In- action. One morning. after a knock at the door, a tall friendly man, a stranger, entered, with his arms full of bundles, which he put down on the table. Making the startled sick girl feel entirely at ease, he explained his errand. He had heard of her illness. had brought to her a few things to l make her comfortable ard 1ad ar ranged for her to go to a skillful phy- sician, who would help and perhaps
 heal her. Then he placed in her lap a personal bank check. IL was signed
 Phillips Brooks.
 The girl, under the doctors care
 and in the thought of her benefactor
 regained the use of her arms speedily. And" said the woman who tod the
 story to me, "she now goes about with such a look of ecstasy that strangers turn to gaze at her and wonder what is in her mind. The only shocking thing they say of Phillips Brooks is that he smoked.
 Some dressmakers, sisters, told this. One of them declared that it was the greatest disappointment of her life, the learning that her ldeal smok-
 ed. She and her sister were unable to sew another stitch the day they hear d
 the distressing news. At the end of
 the vigil they concluded, not that
 smoking is right, New England training is not to be overcome in day, but that there couldn't be any harm in his indulgence in tobacco
 His grave at Mount Auburn cems- tery has a modest headstone. Only g slab of marble, high an arms leng h, with the name and dates of birth and
 death. The mound is covered with
 hardy green ivy. The lower end of
 the grave is near the simple iron fence
 railing. The grass on the bank just
 outside the fence, where visitors have
 stood in veneration is completely worn away.
 It was no single act of the mans life. I believe, which elevated him in
 public esteem. All his relations with his fellows seem to have been ami
 mated by splendid unselfishness. When shall we have such men in Washing ton? Not, probably, until we all are | brave. Public men in electoral offices
 are supposed to represent the average
 caliber of those who elected them.-
 Margery Dow in New York Press.