The Birmingham age-herald., 1904-05-29
SONS EULOGY ID
 DECEASED FATHER John TrotNood Moore Writes
 to MT. Mallory IS A BEAUTIFUL TRIBUTE Correspondence Is Reproduced 10 Show Judge John Moore's Fear
 Iessness When Confronted
 By Grave Obstacles.
IS A BEAUTIFUL TRIBUTE

Selma May B. -(special.a-The follow | ing beautifully worded letter of thanks and appreciation was received today by Hon. II. S. D. Mallory from John Trot- wood Moore the well known poet, MT. Mallory having. forwarded to the latter 1 the resolutions of respect passed by the Dallas county bar on the death of his l beloved father, Judge John Moore; JUDGE JOHN MOORE.
 A man he was-God gave him, then called home
 The soul He loaned to teach us truth and
 trust.
 Above his breast lies no unhallowed
 loam-
 Upon his name there is no dust to dust.
 JOHN TROTWooD MOORE. Hon. H. s. D. Mallory, Chairman, Selma,
 My Dear Sir; Your kind letter enclos- ing the resolutions of the Dallas Bar on the passing away of my father, Judge John Moore, has been received; and in behalf of my brother. my sister and my self, l desire to express to you and the membsrs of the Dallas Bar, as well as to the committees from the bars of the other counties who have passed resolu- tions upon him, our deepest appreciation
  consolation.ss
 To me, your letter and resolutions were more than public aeknowedg- ment of your sorrow and esteem; for l was born and rearer among the people or the Fourth Judicial Circuit; l began my lifework there l loved them and l know how my father loved you all, and so your tender resolutions and your sympathetic letter came to me in my sorrow like
 "The touch of a vanished hand, the sound of voice that is still"
 Loved His People.
 No judge ever loved his people more than my father loved the people or the Fourth judicial circuit. To him they were not his fellow citizens merely, but his friends his neighbors. He was proud or their confidence in him-their love Tor him. He was impressed with the sacred ness of his office, their trust and de- votion in honoring him for over quar- ter of a century, and every judicial thought and act of his life was to re- turn that trust and confidence With all the tenderness, fearlessness, truth and sincerity of his large and generous soul.
 That he did it we know. He died at his post as he wished to die. He went as he wanted to go. He fell as the great oak which falls to the thunderbolt and not to the worm. And even on the threshold Of the Valley of Shadows with the shadows darkenng so his path that he could not see at times, but only grope, he stuck to his post till he finished his work and died as he lived-calmly, fear lessly, willingly-his duty done, his docket finished.
 I weep but do not grieve. We knoweth not the morrow; ween God made our tears, He did not make our sorrow. How can I grieve when l see how he was beloved? When I think what great example was his life for duty for jus tce, for uprightness, for goodness? That he uplifted always and never pulled down: that he stood for justice ever' and never compromised with fraud; that he taught the dignity of the law and never It's violation; that he stood Tor square dealings between man and man and never for crookedness and deceit, that he had a great heart or sympathy and pity as well as of justice, and that everywhere and always and at all times if beat for his fellow man? And so he went as he lived. and when subpoenaed by the Great Sheriff, who. sooner or later. will subpoena us all. to stand be- fore inc Judge who made him in His own image, and endowed him With some or the attributes of His own divinity, do we not know that he stood there erect as he lived. fearless as he died, calmly In the knowledge that all was well?
 Reproduction of Correspondence.
 Tn this connection I am constrained to renroduce the copy of a correspondence l found among Judge Moore's papers, as the truest index I have yet seen or the strength and integrity of his character.
 It Is the letter of a patriot, whom mill tary power could not awe, nor office nor honors could tempt into betraying his country and his people.
 It Is published, not for the dead, but for the living-for the young men Of Ala bama today who know nothing Of the hardships and trials which beset those grand old men of the past-those old men. some of whom yet remain among us as monuments on the borderland of the living. whose conquering spirits of the past. In the furrow of their faith, with faces set ever forward and hands which turned not back, have driven the plough share of our destiny to the harvest of today.
 Let us honor them now and their mem ory when they are gone, for 1t is only