Arizona republican., 1898-03-16
JOSEPH PATTERSON SMITH.
The Domestic Side of the Life of That
 InceSsant TOiler.

To the editor of the Republican, My friend and kinsman, Joseph r. Smith, late director of the Bureau Of American Republics, was laid to rest month ago, and so prOfuse, then and since, have been the writings in the public press concerning him that hes itate, even though urged by the ties or affection which existed between us, to ask, at this time, the freedom of your columns to offer tribute to ms mem ory But most that has been printed. however complimentary of hlm ana his attainments, has dealt almost eX- clusiveIy with the sterner side of ms career-politics and literary toll-and only in your kind article Of the sra inst. have I seen brief reference made to that side of his life where the sun shone and the flowers bloomed. It was an expansive view. though his chron- iclers may have little rocked thereof. And of this side I would, for moment, lift the curtain, and note few Of us striking features.
 You have several times in your pa per referred to his intense patriotism and in the letter from Mrs. Smith to Acting Governor Akers, mentioned in
  Akers his visit with them to Arlington where, standing amid soldiers graves her husband repeated Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord"
 This incident suggests one of his peculiarities-his fondness for visit ing historic spots, and the birth and resting places of soldiers and states men. who had been noted for service to their country I accompanied him to the tombs of a number, among them those of several of the soldier presi- dents. and of the latter I believe he made pilgrimages to the graves of them all, bringing back, when prac- ticable. some mementO, a leaf or flower gathered there.
 To his patriotic impulse and senti- ment I am indebted for visit to the room where Washington delivered the Immortal Farewell Address to the army. The old hostelry where it was delivered is still standing in Broad street, and although had for years had an office less than a thousand feet away, it had never occurred to me to search it out until one day Joe, who was then secretary of the Ohio so- ciety of the Sons of the American Rev olution, came to New York and pro posed that we investigate the place.
 The lower floor or part of it, is occu- pied as lager beer saloon and kitchen while the large room immediately above, the old hotel parlor where Washington and his officers assembled on that memorial occasion, has under gone only the changes of time, except that, of recent years, patriotic hands have adorned the walls with a copy of the address, and some other revOlu- tionary documents. The floor is bare, but a few of the original furnishings among them the table used by Wash ington, remain as Of yore.
 The landlord, who owned long lease of the building, and seemed to take unostentatious pride in it, gave us on learning our mission, hospitable reception, and pointed out the respect i've spots, in the rooms, where Wash ington and his lieutenants stood. He showed us, from a window, the place where, buring the war, British shell had struck, and placed before us for inspection a small collection of relics he owned, or had supervision of. We ordered up plain lunch, such as he provides. if desired by visitors to the room, though his place is not a res eooi ethI, anu hC lCII uo, hiuOiy say we might spend as many hours there as we wished.
 It was one of the resting days of the strong character who is the subject of these lines, anc now recall with pro- found pleasure the afternoon in the at mosphere and amid the surroundings of the old room, which furnished in spring themes to the man whose con- versation, when with congenial souls, was ever aglow with happy thoughts,