The National tribune., 1900-07-19

that are at work within It; and yet the air
| is feeding 1t, and the great earth and the
liberal sun; and quietly 1t doth grow with
calm Indifference to praise or cenSure,
an utter disregard of public opinion, do
| ing what God hath appointed for it. No,
you do not see it grow, stand and watch
as long as you may, but you go away and
remain a few short years, and 10! noble
| tree, towering a crowned monarch above
the patricans of the forest, stretching his
| large arms out with wide circumference
and covering acres with the thick shad-
ow of his green foliage; tree fit to fur
nish timbers for ship to bear our coun-
try's free flag proudly round the world.
and speak the great Republics will in
| the thunder of her guns"
Anyone wishing to know more of this
man as a poet can find volume of his
poems, compiled by his daughter, Mrs.
Lillian Pike Roome.
A friend said of Gen. Pike: 81 found
him always, to his death, sweet and
! supplemented man, loving and confiding
in his friends to a most unusual degree,
modest as a maiden, blushing and uneasy
at merited praise, having no apparent
thought of himself, but ever ready to lay
aside the work in which he was interested
to converse with friend or a casual Wis
| itor. He would spread out the stores Of
his knowledge with such infinite tact and
grace that the ignorant man would not
| feel oppressed by the contract between
them, and the learned would listen to him.
wondering at his wisdom"
1t is this man that the Masons are 60
ing to honor by a statue. The sculptor is
| TrentenOve. The pedestal will be of red
granite, from Lake Como, Italy. On the
| steps is seated a graceful female figure,
representing Masonry, with the star on
her forehead, symbolic of the spread of
world She holds aloft the banner of the
Scottish Rite. The figure Of Gen. Pike
| is of bronze, - feet, n commanding figure
suggestive of the philosopher.
We will close our sketch of Gen. Pike
| by retelling a story that has gone the
Forney says was recorded for private cir
culat!on, but had not been given any pub
lie place:
albert Pike, man well known in
poetry and journalism, though not so well
remembered in the North, for his part in
the rebellion, yet withaI one of the most
| genial of men, was reported killed by an
accident, to the great grief of his many
friends in Washington.
THE report was proved to be false by
the sudden appearance of Pike himself,
whereupon John +. COyle, of the Ma
him by an Irish wake at his residence.
More than hundred people participated.
1t was called the life-wake of the fine
Arkansas gentleman who died before his
| time The obituary was read by Alex
| ander Dimitry, of New Orleans, after
Pixies own rare parody of the Zine Old
English Gentleman" A little of it will
show the quality.
Mr. Pike had lived much among the
Indians.
He went to sleep among these friends
i'll hHts or tents of skin,
And if it rained or hailed or showed he
didn't care pin.
For he'd lined his hide with whisky and
a brace of roasted grouse,
And he didn't mind the weather any more
than if he slept in a four-story
brown-stone front, tip roof, fire
proof, Fifth-avenue house
This fine Arkansas gentleman, etc.
Now while he was enjoying all that such
adventure brings
The chase and pipe and bottle and such
like forbidden things
Some spalpeen of an editor, the Lord had
made in vain,
Inserted in his horrible accident column,
among murders, robberies, thefts.
camphine accidents, collisions, ex-
plosions, defalcations, seductions,
abductiOns and distinctions, under
splendid black-bordered notice,
the lamentable news that-he was
This fine Arkansas gentleman, ETC.
Behold in this excitement our distin-
guished friend arrived
We knew from remark he made that
he was still alive:
Then every journal joyously the contra
diction quotes;
The tailors take his measure, and the
banks renew his notes
This fine Arkansas gentleman etc.
After the electrified dead mans wake
he spoke at length, and was followed by
John Savage, who sang Pixies own song
on his demise, of which we quote a strain
or two:
:" "A gentleman from Arkansas, not long
ago, tits said,
Walked up one pleasant morning and dis
covered he was dead;
He was on his way to Washington, not
seeking for the spoils,
But rejoicing in the promise of q night
at Johnny Coyle's."
He was ferried across the Styx, and
reached the throne of Pluto.
"'If it's good company you want the
King said, we've the best
Philosophers, poets, orators, wits, states
men and the rest;
The courtiers of the good old times, the
gentlemen more rare
Says he, With those I'll meet Mt Coyle's
YOUR folks will not compare
Says the King: There's Homer here.
Greece,
And the chaps that sailed away to fetch
the Golden Fleece;
We've Tulley, Horace and Montaigne.'
Says he, IN match the lot
| IL you'll let me go to Johnny Coyle's and
fetch them on the spot" etc.
Many OF these men that met at Johnny
COyle's have crossed the Styx, but not
aany of them will have erected to their
memory Il statue in bronze in the beauti-
fui Capital City that they loved.
No War Ever Like It.
In an admirable Memorial address at
| Canton, o., Hon. II. w. Tayier, Repre-
| sentative from President McKinley's old
district said:
That war, so far removed in the past,
while it had all the pathos and ali the
| interests of an ever present occurrence
was yet shroudcd in the dim mists of a
| far remote past. But latterly our atten,
| ton has been directed to its more prac,
| tical and concrete fanturaC ~. b.,,,.