The Washington times., 1902-01-12

encouragement of welldoers Smith ore
dered posted in public place bulletia
each day of every mans deserts
Tributes From Friends.
Toward the end of the book there are
two very quotable tributes to this man,
who. II he was not great, was unques-
tionably strong and able. The first was in
verse. written by his old fellow soldier
Thomas Carlton; and it is as follows:
Malignant times. What can be said or done
But shall be censured or traduced by somei
| This worthy work. which thou has bought -
| dear.
Ne thou nor it. detractors need to fear
| Thy words by deeds thou hast so long approved
OF thousands know thee not thou art beloved
And this great plot will make thee ten tim
Known and beloved than ere thou vert beto
never knew warrior yet but thee.
| From wine. tobacco, dice debts. oaths so fr
call tEee WARRIOR and make the bolder
For many captain now was never sodei
Some such may swell at this, but 0o Il
praise)
When they have done like thee ny muse shal
Their due deserts to worthies yet to come
To live like thine (admir'd) to day of doom.
The rough jolting couplets seem to bear
evidence of their sincerity on the face
Of them. The author continues:
ITO this must be added the half-de-
spairing words of Potts and Phettiplace.
in the chronicle from which we draw our
material for the history of this period.
What shall l say' But thus We lost
hi-- that in all his proceedings made
justice his first guide, and experience his
second; ever hating baseness sIoth. pride,
and indignity more than any dangers;
that never allowed more for himself
than his soldiers with him; that, upon
no danger, would send them where he
would not lead them himself; that would
never see us want what he either had. or
could by any means get US; that would
rather want than borrow, or starve than
not pay; that loved actions more than
words. and hated falsehood and cozenags
worse than death; whose adventures were
our lives, and whose loss our Deaths
A Pathetic Confession.
And this also is a tribute evidently
honest. This man at forty was, as he
says of himself, laid upon the shelf as zoo
old for further work in the colonization Of
the New World. He had at heart the
planting of colony in New England; for
us duiildtlOHS were WIN the Purltan9
Turing all the last part of his life. But
his it was not his to do. His scheme
vas carried out, but by other hands. The
book fittingly closes with the pathetic
Ierses written by him a few months be-
ore his death, and the authors COM
nent that he was "a man too honest for
lis time. or, in truth, for ours"
THE SEA MlRKF
Aloofe, aloofe, and come no neare,
The dangers dee appeare,
Which il my ruine had not beene
You had not scene,
only lie upon the shefe
To be msrke to all
Which the same might fall
That none may perish but myselie.
Ii in outward you be bound
Doe net forget to sound.
Neglect of that cause OF this
To steare amisse.
The seas ealme the wind was tairs
That made secure,
That now must endure
All weathers, be they foule or faire.
The Winters cold. the Summers heat
Alternatively heat
Upon my bruised sides, that rue
Because too true
That releefe can ever come.
But why should | despaire
Being promised so fare
That there shall be day of Dome.
And this is the end of the story of Cant,
1hn Smith. New York: Doubleday,
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