Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1915-08-26
MIR. FELAND'S
EULOCIUM
Continued from First Page.

CiiZdDetn hustlus Tic ootheJ WVuoi
who became his wife, who was t.
share his every joy. to be his com
panion in every privatlon and suffer
ing, every heartache. every cross
Of this union came a son, Chile:
Clifton Terrell whom we knew always
as Clifton. The world of education
and business knew him as DR.. Fer
rell, the man of letters, of scholarly
attachments. the man of affairs
Only a short time ago, in the hours
of the midnight, when-he went forth
to protect the property which had
been entrusted to him, he was the
victim of cowardly assassination,
shot down without warning, dying
without ritual or a pray yer. He
has left behind him a wife and two
manly little fellows whom | hope
! will perpetuate the good name of
Fthe Terrell family. No poor words of
mine could offer any solace. We all
loved Clifton and we only recall him
as blonde-haired, blue.eyed boy,
who seemed to have the smile of an
angel and which seemed to intensity
when the tolls of the road were
many. There's many man in this
presence for whom Clifton worked
examples that they couldn't work,
and | bear honest testimony to the
fact that he read many line of Lat
in and Greek for the man who now
addresses you, and the good part of
it was that he made me understand
it, had read it for me. Letus realize
that he has crossed over the River
and ever rests under the Shade of
the Trees. Reverting to the Major,
he went from Greenyille to Gates.
vile, Nd. and then in 1869 he came
to Kentucky Military Institute, at
ksrankfort. and in the year 1873 he
came to dear old Hopkinsville. home
sweet home. The rest you know as
we'll as do.
Though he be dead for nearly six
years, and though it be more than
forty years since s,me of US boys
crossed the stiles or rode in the big
gate, can We not recall him as if it
were but yesterday. The blue sack
coat, the grey trousers, the box toed
boots, the black silk bow, the turned
down collar, the immaculate shirt
front, the silk watch guard the soft
hat, the p cket book, and the little
yellow box of Browns Bronchial
Trochees and the cane. He was the
cleanest man ever knew in every
way, and in this he was striking
contrast to us boys. When you re-
call what hard time he had teach
ing us anything you must accord to
him the patience of Job himself.
There were times when he thought
he was harsh and severe. the tears
freely flowed and we CROPPED down
the k-plank-walk. Inundated and
sick at heart. Time though has told
the story that it was all for.the best
and all for our good. No matter
whether he shamed us. no matter
whether he bored us. no matter even
if he sent US to the Gun Room and
~ hickories to await his pleasure.
it was because he felt that it was his
duty to us and to himself. This
must have been true. because many
of us were stronger and bigger than
he was, and yet we we're as afraid of
him as a grizzly bear or a Bengal
tiger. Yes. my schoolmates, when
we want to judge the Major in must
not be through our present vision
and from our present view point,
but rather we must remember what
we were then and how near to no
foundation he had {, build on. Here
was one of the most lovabIe; and
most marked traits of Major Terrell.
Everyone. high or low. intimate or
distant. who met him. felt the in
Huence Of his good will, Of his earn
est desire to accord to each one the
courtesy and recognition Of his right
as member Of society to which he
was entitled. Any painful feeling
that he had to cause by what duty