The Brunswick times-call. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1900-1902, 1901-04-26

today, was as beautiful In it's farewell as
it was peaceful and victorious over pain
and rack Of body. Out of the earthly
tenement went that great soul as fades
far out at sea, the little white sails
blown to thither shores.
Sometimes we gather about unan-
swering lips and WITHHOLDING hearts
and question death:
l"We know what moons shall wane,
When suln.l II birds from far shall cross the
| sea,
When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden
| gra!ni
But who shall teach us when to look for theef
"But not today. We knew the end
was near to this stormy life. We knew
that the sun was going down and the
tempest was at lull. We knew that
soon the silver chord that bound that
CHS heroic spirit to earth was to be
loosed, and the golden bowl broken.
Our ears had heard the rustic Of Azrael's
wings. and upon our eyes had fallen the
light Of the day eternal.
But when the sumner came; when
The message went swiftly over the south\
land that In the metropolis of a sister
State the thnnderbolt OF war, he who
was the incarnation Of virtue. the be-
loved Of people chivalrIc to the utmost,
was dead, there came cloud upon the
sky, mist before the eyes, and lead in
every heart.
"But OF this man: Mr.. Davis is one
OF the colossal figures Of the age; aye,
of all ages. Gould he but be measured
by the standard of full rounded SUCCESS,
not one OF the worlds great ones would
outrank him; aud even in the umbrage-
GUS light of that setting sun which went
down at AppomatOx, he lowered against
the sky of history in magnificent pros
portions. Amid the ruins Of the nation
which rose Ia splendor and went down
in tears and glory, he is grsnder than
Marius in Carthage, Belisarius in the
streets of ConstantinopIe, Napoleon
cha1lug on sea-girt Helena. He was
the priucslest Of men, the ideal of cava-
Tiers, the Jovian statesman, the most
persuasive Of gold-tongued orators.
Had he lived in the days OF Epaminoni,
das, his home would have been loftiest
on Olympus, and the Bard would have
sung nobler song than egis-b bearing
Jove.
"In the days when knightly cavaliers
rode hot ane true in the joust of arms,
higher than Arthur's would have waved
the plume Of Davis, and hrmer than
Launcelots would have poised his lance.
In him were the exaggerstion of all the
virtues, and his WAS the heritage Of all
the kinsly and masterful forces.
Whether storming the heights Of Mon>
tersy, iesd,ng the forlorn hope and
saving tds day at Buena Vista, or COM
peli:ng q Benton in the United States
senate TO admit, for the only time in his
life, that he was wrong; or whether
facing the storm or fury OF conflict
the magnificent splendor OF which the
world gives No parallel; or whether de
flying his insolent csptors in the dark
fortress cell; or whether in the quiet
serenity Of his home, with his loved ones
about him where is the figure which
overtops this man, whose body today
will be borne away to the rest OF the
grave?
What loyalty to principle nerved
him through all the years and upward
flight of his eagle ooursei Swerye JEFF,
ftrson Davis from what he held to be
the right? Sooner try to prize the Alps
from their base, or extinguish the sun
with the waters Of the restless sea Was