The daily morning journal and courier., 1902-06-02
THE LATE MORGAN PROUT
 BROOKS '94S

1 When the sad news reached New
 Haven of the sudden death of Morgan
 Brooks at Santa Barbara, Cal, on May
 13, his friends, for long time quite 1 hopeful of his partial recovery, could scarcely believe the report, for letters written by his own hand but few days
 before were cheerful and encouraging,
 But the end came as it often does in
 such cases at a time when the inn
 mediate outlook seemed most promis- ing. He had gone to California for the winter and spring as change from the
 Adirondacks, where his illness had held
 him a close prisoner in its grasp from the first, save for a short stay in the
 North Carolina pines. The change to
 the warm climate of the Pacific coast had apparently been beneficial, but the
 mark of the disease was deep upon him
 and the end was nearer than anyone
 thought.
 Morgan Brooks was man who had
 to be known intimately to get at the
 best in him. Always considerate, cour-
 teous, and thoughtful of others, he was
 by nature retiring and reticent and his
 friendships were of slow and sure
 growth. But once given, his friendship
 was unfailing and offered without re-
 servation. As is true with most men of
 few friends, his friends were everything
 to him. He valued them more highly
 perhaps than anything else in his life, and once his reserve was thrown aside
 he was not slow to let the sincerity of his regard be shown. Even then, many of his friends and acquaintances were nF meant to him. and how keenly and with what genuine interest he inquired in his letters about their welfare-especially those with whom he had come into close contact while at the Graduate club.
 In his tastes he was refined and sim pie He was exceedingly fond of music and was himself an appreciative and accomplished musician. In books his judgment was excellent, and he arrived at his appreciation in literature in much the same sure way In which he formed and tried his friendships. While his college course had been quite large ly along scientific lines and his mind was essentially of a practical cast, his love of reading grew steadily upon him and became almost a passion when the clutches of illness deprived him of other pleasures, and he was obliged to ex- change the companionship of friends for that of books. These were the great resources in his years of bad health and never failed to prove satisfying.
 During his several years of prostra tion he was a remarkably cheerful man. With what rare fortitude he met the | first realization and subsequent de- of his illness, only those who talked with him or read his letters can know. He achieved the ideal formed by l Stevenson in his similar illness, of re- | without bitterness and brave ly and even cheerfully set about the | task of adjusting his life to the new | conditions, This was no easy undertak- | ing for one who had scarcely finished | his preparation for a life of intended l and was buoyant with hope and But he met his trial and he won. Cared for by loving wife and yladdened by the birth of a son he made l fresh start, and by force of will got happiness out of his new associations and surroundings.
 Of his varied life at Saranac Pine 1urst and Santa Barbara, it is not nec- ,ssary to speak here. For him, the lark valley of shadows was not to lie through the bitter snows and solemn grandeur of the Great North Woods, where he passed several trying winters, put amid the flowers and sunshine of which he had learned to deeply love for the brightness they lad brought into his life. There the md came suddenly, but peacefully, ,mong those nearer and dearer to him.
 In his death his family have lost a devoted son, husband and father and lis associates loyal friend.-J., in the Tale Weekly.