Arizona republican., 1909-12-09

reading a new poem that he had just written, because I always tack on moral to my verses, but l suppose a man must write as the truth comes to him.
 For Emerson as a friend and poet he had the deepest love and rever- ence. To him he was the greatest of American poets and seers. but it saddened him to feel that Emerson was not sustained by this most pas sionate longing of our human nature. He never seemed to care to discuss the subject" said MT. Whittier. but near the close of his life. when the talk had turned upon it, and I saw him for the last time he said. Come to Concord and see me and we will let our buckets deep down into the well and see what we can draw up.'"
 remember one night as he sat over the open fire in the gathering dark ness. on the last summer in which he visited the hills of New Hampshire. he talked for long time, giving ex- pression, as he had often done before to his own hope, and trust. and ex- pectation of the life and the world to come. and then he sadly said. "I wish Emerson could have believed this" With all of his keen interest in the present he was looking with reverent curiosity in those later years towards the future. His faith and creed was summed up in the familiar and oft quoted words of the Eternal Goodness:
 ''I know not where His islands lift
 Their fronded palms in air.
 l only know I cannot drift
 Beyond His love and care.'
 In his nature there was no room for envy or jealousy. He underesti- mated his own work and empha- sized the work of his contempo- raries in literature. in politics and in religious thought. There was no personal vanity here, such as mars the character of so many eminent men. The applause and honors which the world gave him were of little worth or account in his sight. In his simple, straightforward fashion he could not see that he deserved them, and for notoriety and fame he cared nothing. They were rather shock to his simple and modest na- ture. But as love, love to God and his fellows. was the keynote of his life, so the great joy and satisfaction of his life was found in his friend ships This word. which describes xy.atl describe his whole life. He was a Friend Like the patriarch of old. he was the friend of God. In his love for all humanity. for every age and condition of men. for the young and the old, for rich and poor, for black and white. he might have said with John Wesley, The world is my parish, all mankind are my brethren
 But in the narrower circle of his home-ljfe, and when God came and took those whom he loved, and de- nied to him forever afterwards the blessing of wife and children. and home, then in the circle of his rich and varied friendships. he poured out freely and fully all the gifts and pow CTS of his affectionate nature. Be- cause there was no family circle to claim him, he did not let his nature grow narrow. cramped and cold. but it seemed sometimes as though from this very fact that the fountain Of his love and friendship flowed more completely to richer the lives and nourish the hungry souls of many And thus it all rebounded upon him. self. and though his life was a lonely one as the lives all of all Gods true prophets are, who know the sin and suffering of their Fathers children. vet these human friendships revealed to his great loving heart the power of love that blended in benediction with the peace of God. which, in spite of loneliness and suffering, filled his soul. But I must not finger longer, though the half has not been told. nor vet the tenth, nor the hundredth part of what he was in himself, and what he is still to unnumbered null titudes of men and women.
 On the seventh of September, 1892. he died, and as the friend and con panion of many years told me out of the coldness and darkness of the gathering death there came. weak and faltering, his last message, which in deed was the expression of his whole life and career: "Love-love-love to {