The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1915-05-18
SAMUEL ANTHONY LOYLESS
Died in jacksonville, Fla, May 8,
1915, in the 64th year of his age;
buried in Dawson, Ca, May 7, 1915

buried in Dawson, Ca, May 7, 1915.
They buried him the day of the
month on which ne was born-May Z,
1851; May 7, 1915.
They buried him beside my father;
his brother and best-beloved friend
where he most wished to lie while
awaiting the Resurrection Morn.
And my fathers brother was the
only father l ever knew; for that
other grave had been there more than
two score years.
They buried him in his wedding
suit; that dear old man of stXty-four,
who had worn it to the altar as a
young man full Of life and hope and
love, many years before.
Boy as l was then, remember him
when he came home with his bride; he,
the perfection, it seemed to me, OF
manly strength and grace and good
ness; she a very girl of a wife.
Now he is no more; and she is
dear little old grandmother, with sill
vered hair.
Verify, the years move on, and Time
tarries not; it seems but step from
the altar at which they pEghted their
troth to the grave at which they said
good bye-to meet again tomorrow,
OF this worlds goods he had few;
for he never cared for riches. He
cared more for mankind; but, more
than all, for truth and honor.
Many a man of less capacity and
far less integrity has succeeded where
he seemed to fail for selfshness was
left out of his makeup.
What was his was no more his than
his friends, or anyone's who had need
of it; never was it a question of what
he could spare but, rather, what they
required.
His friends included all except those
whom he instinctively Stunned; and
even these were not his enemies-for
he deserved none.
Did he have faults? Yes-even as
YOU and l. Not many, nor great ones
but just enough to make him human.
Did he have his struggles? Yes,
and without great recompense-as
measured in the worlds scales.
Did he plan and work and wait? He
was always. planning, working, hoping.
dreaming, waiting-unuI Death kept
him waiting no longer for the richer
reward that was his.
Did success crown his life? No;
not if fortune means success. But IL
to have entered the world with heart
that knew no guile and learned not
guile as long as it beat within his
breast; a heart that was attuned to
every note of human woe; that ever
responded to the cry of distress, but
never quaked from fear; if to have
done no man wrong, and all men what
good he could, is to have contributed
something to the sum of life, then
did he not live in vain.
Did he suffer? AS few men have
suffered; mentally, spiritually, ply
sically-until, in the end, he fell asleep
with a smile on his face; died as il
overcome by sleep" and
With a fond goodbye" to the
sweetheart of his youth and of his old
age. into whose listening ear he whis-
pered, with his last breath, "All is
we'll with me; do not weep"
I travelled far-back to the home of
my DOSnOou 10 1oIlo" IIiIIl ~ MS &C.,
resting place, beside my father.
Though I. too, loved him, I did not
weep: for he had but gone to meet
again my father. And why should l
weep for a happiness such as that?
May God rest his soul; while those
of US who knew him best, and, there
fore, loved him well, shall cherish his
memory-till we, too become but a |
memory. I. w. L.
Augusta, Ca, May 9, 1915.