The age-herald., 1901-10-19
IN HOTEL LOBBIES
 AND ELSEWHERE
sohoIar-eentleman-oood Fellow.

-Gentleman--oood Fellow.
 "Henry Heron, gentleman of Mont gomery whom the rioters in politics and buffoons of the hustings never khe"' died in that town on Thursday, after useful, successful and honest life. lie was within seven years of three score and all his years had been usefully spent He wronged no man, no woman, no iVihs creature; for in his heart there was abundant love for all things worthy to De loved, and with 1t spirit of gentieness, self-denial, unselfishness in its wider ana more spiritual quality.
 Henry Heron was of the type of man that has ever appealed to me and shaped by Judgement of what good and honora- ble men should be. He never told lie or lived one. It is of supreme value to say of him that he never acted a false hood, never practieed to deceive. That which he was he appeared to be; that which he appeared to be he was. No honest man or woman nor any knaVe ever entertained the semblance of doubt as to where or how Henry Heron stood in relation to any proposition in
 
 This man was in all the essentials a plodder. Removed from and calm above the ignoble strife of the madding crowd, his sober thoughts never learned to stray. Even in his youth he took on the sedate- ness of age, and what was of lasting benefit and charm, he early fell into the best of thought of the student and the scholar-one who sought the more pre- cious gems of truth in the vast wealth of the worlds literature; and he read with more discriminating intelligence than any other man l ever knew. He did not read anything because 1t was the fashion of the moment. To have read one of the literary fads of the day would have been as impossible with him as any one of the present physical fads.
 Henry Heron was the best read, if not the most extensively informed, man knew and for many of the choicest riches of literature which I and many others have enjoyed we are indebted to his wise direction and counsel.
 When I first came to know him was boy and he was young man. He took me to his heart and his confidence, and loved him in the abundance of an emotional nature. He told me of his loves, his likes and dislikes. He had no hate, save of sham. We talked of love for human beings and love for books; love of lovers and love of sages, and 1 was greatly strengthen ed and benefited. When I had come to know him full we'll I went away be- yond the seas, and was absent for years. During my absence he wrote to me con stantly and at great length, and his let ters were the best I have ever read, out of print or in print. h this manner he opened to me a storehouse of literary riches of which I had been ignorant and the books he cited l was enabled to read in ancient libraries of the old world.
 Henry Herron's heart was as those hearts the poet sung of as being more than coronets-his simple faith was richer than Norman blood. There never beat a kinder. gentler, truer. braver heart. His very lips when closed twitched in genial and abundant kindness, sweetness, and gentleness, and his black eyse flashed that which in silence his lips did speak. He was the truest of the true. the most faithful of the faithful, the most loving of the loving!"