The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1900-07-28

his bier. i do not come with nope oil
adding one single leaf to the laurel
wreath which men rave woven for him,
for already those bright leaves are
closely intertwined. But | shall be
content if my simple flower carries
to his loved ones a breath of the fra
GRANGE with which he was wont to
sweeten the hearts and the homes of
others. | would be more than glad to
bring
"A little solace for their woe
little love for comforting;
n And yet the best that I can say
VIII only help to sum their loss;
can but lift my heart aud pray
God help our friends to bear the cross"
When Mr.. Pryor entered upon life's
stern battle it was upon the field of
actual war, and he. though a gallant
soldier, was only a boy in years. But
so full was he of love for the cause most
dear Il Southern hearts that he would
not be restrained from rendering his
passionate allegiance and his loyal
service.
Dear to him as was his hearts blood
was the C~onfederacy when hope spread
her pinions wide above it; dearer yet it
came to be when those snowy wings
were folded and her proud head
dropped. And from that sad day to the
day of his going Home he held the Con-
federacy and its memories within the
sanctuary of his heart. How true this
is his comrades of Camp Kilt Mott,
the Sons of Veterans and the Daugh-
ters of the Confederacy can testify
more faithfully than |. But as l recall
his loyal soldier who was my fathers
omrade-in-arms, co-worker in storms
of pestilence, and friend in times OF
peace, | am glad to remember him as
saw him last. in the beloved Confeder
ate gray, meath which his heart bea'
with such loyal pride.
In 1869 Mr.. Pryor married Miss Ami,
Patterson Of Alabama, and in the sun
shine of her love and their life togethei
the dark clouds of the past decad,
faded from the horizon Of his life
Their married life was brief, but beau
tiful as an exquisite song whose echoes
through all these years, though faint
were of thrilling sweetness as the.
sang to his lonely heart. Few womel
had so fair a lot as hers, few wives
heart so true in which to dwell, an,
few, of ell mankind, can hope to live S
long in tender reverence.
When the scourge of 1878 swept owe
the little city where they dwelt wit
their children this lovely young woma
was one of the first to pass from tn
terrible scene. 1t seemed a bite
thing that Mr.. Pryor, who lahore
ceaselessly in aiding others during tn
awful season. should have suffered tn
loss of thai one who was his hope, h
light, his hearts delight. But tn
trial he bore, as he bore all others
his life, shutting the scar out of sigl
and scattering wide such lessons of su'
mission as it taught him.
Before his wife's death he had,
seemed to mortal ken, done all that
could do in aid of others. But aft
that it seemed as II he daily tried, |
thought and deed, to strengthen Il
chain whose links were love and hop
by which he had anchored his heart
her and heaven. He gave to all wi
suffered the balm of his sympathy
saw through every storm-cloud Il
rainbow's radiant CLEAN
HE found a branch OF healing near overy b
ter spring,
whispered promise s.ea''ug DER every brok
string"
The autumn of rs will be always t
darkest chapter in the history of Hol
q. Springs, but that page where Sa
Pryor's deeds are told will shine like
star 10 m~idnight's deep gloom