Alaska sentinel., 1909-02-11
ed, affable, this wise man.

wind or the war Here was the place for no holiday magistrate, no tair-weather sailor; the pilot was hurled to the helm in tornado. In four years his endurance, his fertility of resources, his msgnan- imity, were sorely tried and never found wanting. There, by his courage, his justice, his even tenn per, his fertile counsel, his human ity, he stood heroic figure in the center of heroic epoch. He is the true history of the American peo- pie in his time. Step by step he walked before them, slow with their slowness, quickening his march by theirs, the true repre- sentative of this continent; an en- tirely public man; father of his country, the pulse of twenty mil lions throbbing in his heart, the thought of their minds ar4iculated by bis tongue"
 ]. R. Lowell;-On the day of his death, this simple Western attor- n ey, who, according to one party was vulgar joker, and whom the doctrinaires amQag his owr sup porterS accused of wanting every element of statesmanship, was the most absolute ruler In Christendom, and this solely by the hold his good-humored sagscity had laid on the hearts and understandings of his oountrymen. Nor was this all ', for it appeared that he had drawn the great majority not only of his fellow citizens, but of mankind also. to his side. So strong and so persuasive is honest manliness without g single quality of romance or unreal sentiment th help it A civilian during the most captivat- ing times of military achievement, awkward, gith no skill in the lower technicalities of manners, he left behind fame beyond that of sny conqueror, the memory oi z grace higher than that of outward per son, and of a gentlemanliness deep CT than mere breeding. Never be- fore that startled April morning did such multitudes of men shed tear5 for the death of one whom they had never seen, as if with him friendly presence had been taken away from their lives, leav- ing them colder and darker. Never was funeral panegyric so eloquent as the silent look of sympathy which strangers exchanged when they met on that day. The com- mon manhood had lost kinsman.
 Clara Morris:-"God's anointed the great, the blameless Lincoln. The homelv, tender-hearted ''tath- CT Abraham"-rare combination of courage, justice and humanity"
 H. J. Raymond.-"But there was a native grace, the outgrowth of kindness of heart, which never failed to shine through all his words and acts. His heart was as tender as a woman's-as accessible to grief and gladne.s as child's- yet strong as Hercules to bear the anxieties and responsibilities of the awful burden that rested on it. Little incidents of the war,-in- stances of patient suffering in de- votion to duty,-talss of distress from the lips of women, never failed to touch the very innermost chords of his nature, and to awaken that sweet sympathy which carries with it, to those who suffer, all the comfort the human heart can crave. Those who have heard him relate such touching episodes of the war can not recall without emotion the quivering lip, the face gnarled and writhed to stifle the rising sob, and the patient, loving eyes swimming in tears, which mirrored the tender pity of his gentle and loving na- tura Ha scanned a straDuer to the