The Birmingham age-herald., 1904-11-13
IN MEMCRIAM.
BY ANNIE kE.iDRlck WALKER.

 best and loved her best, but have come from so wide a circle until 1t seems that this universal sadness has girdied the fair south which she epitomized in her personality.
 The unusual regret expressed though out the south for the death of one whose life was sIngularly free from ostentation and who indeed reflected In that life simplicity and sincerity in beautiful contrast to qualities less admirable, is recognition of all that she held most de- sirable
 That life could be lived as was hers, within the shadow of the old home that knew not the changed conditions of the south, and that withstood the dreary common places following in the wake of war, needs but the touch of the artist to give 1t realism.
 The old southern mansion in DanViile became on more than one occasion his- torically significant during the war De- tween the states, and particularly so Tor reason of It's distinction as the last White House of the Confederacy. At the time President Davis and Mrs. Davis and several members of the cabinet were guests of Major W. T. Sutherlin and Mrs. Sutherlln.
 In the historic old mansion many years after the war Mrs Barrett was born and there she resided until her marriage Mrs. sutherlin, her grandmother, and Mrs. John M. Sutherlin, her aunt, typi- cal gentlewcmen of the old regime, re- main in the old home. They have come south every winter to pass some months with Mrs. Barrett at her home in Bir- mingham. Mrs Barretts devotion to her grandmother was one of the many beautiful characteristics that her friends have dwelt upon this sad week. It is almost impossible to think of one without recalling the other.
 Mrs. Barrett finished her education at the famous Madame Carey school in baltimore. and a year or two later she went abroad, after a season at the "Old | White" without which the life of a | Virginian belle would have been in- complete For half century all that is best in the social life of the south has l gathered girl Mrs. Barrett's fully sustained all traditions.
 It was during her stay abroad when she was in that fair land of Italy that her friends first heard of her approach ing wedding which took place some months after her return in the old home she loved so well.
 Those who looked upon her face for the last time remembered her as a child, then as tho beauty of Virginia and as a bride. It is said that the grief was the most sincere ever since that other day when her mother died in the old home.
 The grandmother with her bowed head remembered 1t all. The sadness touched every one. There was only one uncon- scious of sorrow-the infant daughter, the counterpart of the lovely mother who was sleeping her last long sleep.
 Never surely were love and sorrow so enshrined within fower-laden cas- ket. Never did 1t seem more fitting that the last hours on the fair earth should be passed within walls so dear. and when the doors swung silently to. the black-robed procession weeping be- side that bier, there could not have been a sadder spectacle.
 Here where she lived, her death is mourned as 1t were indeed but yesterday. | People look at each other mutely when her name is spoken. Even the little newsboys on the streets sent flowers to cover her grave.
 She, who In life knew how to touch the human heart by kindness, has in her death touched every chord of human sympathy. and one who knows how to touch the heart knows all.
 The leaves falling yesterday about the house through which she wandered be- fore the song died in her heart dropped upon the brown earth sadly. The little vine tendrils about her balcony have crumbled into nothingness.
 Today a little gust of wind shattered them as if they were lfeless.
 Not a rose
 Yesterday when she was there they reached out so friendly. Passers by often wondered why the roses climbed so riotously about that portico, and then when they knew her they under stood.
 A week now since the roses were placed upon the mound in the old ceme- tery in Virginia.
 I think of the mound and the roses and the dead leaves falling upon the sad earth.
 Last night a -dimmed crescent hung about the house where she used to live.
 The little garden that she lovedl
 Ton rising moon that looks for us
 again.
 How oft hereafter will she wax and
 wane,
 How oft hereafter rising look for us Through this same garden and for one in
 vain.
 Eutaw Whig and Observer: We sym pathize with MT. E. w. Barrett, editor of The Birmingham Age-Herald, In the loss of his wife. who was a woman of lovely character and admired by all who 1 knew her.
 Greensboro Watchman: The many friends of MT. E. W. Barrett, editor of The Birmingham Herald, sympathze with him in the death of his wife, which occurred last week at Danville, Va.
 Limestone Democrat: In the death of Mrs. E. W. Barrett, wife of Editor Bar rett of The Birmingham Age-Herald, Ala bama loses it's most beautiful woman and | ad-