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 IN MEMORIAM 
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 (By George N. Black.) 
 
 We can not but feel sad when we realize that another of our stead- 
 fast members has been stricken down by the hand of death. Between 
 the departed brother and myself there had long existed the closest 
 bonds of friendship. It is therefore fitting that I should add my 
 tribute of respect to his memory. Eulogy of the dead is the conse- 
 crated duty and privilege of the living. Our tribute is not rendered 
 in obedience to the cold and stately dictates of fashion. It has its 
 source in the deepest sympathies of the human heart. For it is right 
 and proper to tell the world the worth of those whom we lament. 
 
 In the removal of our departed friend we have another lesson on 
 the uncertainty of life and the certainty of death; and yet, though 
 these lessons come to us so often we dislike to be taught by them, 
 and therefore put the certain as far away as possible, as if that would 
 keep it from coming back to us. It is a lesson taught by the 
 proverbial philosophies of the world, as well as by the hard facts of 
 experience. We all remember the words of brave Horatius, as he 
 kept the bridge — 
 
 ' 'To every man upon this earth 
 Death cometh soon or late." 
 
 — Macaulay. 
 
 And that other poet, nearer our own day, who shows the uncertainty 
 of time and place, saying — 
 
 ' 'We know that moons shall wax and wane, 
 And summer birds from far shall cross the sea: 
 But who can tell us when we'll meet with death." 
 
 The time may be uncertain, but "Death spares neither king nor beg- 
 gar.'' Knowing this, we may well ask, in the pathetic words of Wil- 
 liam Knox, "O why should the spirit of mortal be proud?" The word 
 of God tells us that "Here we have no continuing city." 
 
 To this community at large the death of Mr. C. C. Brown was a 
 matter of real regret, and to us who knew him best it was an event 
 full of sadness. Those of us who were associated with him so long 
 mourn his loss with the deepest sorrow and regret, for he had won a 
 place in many hearts. He was a member of a family which has long 
 been prominent in the history of Sangamon county; and they have 
 always been men of character, ability and true social worth. We may
 
 call Mr. Brown a representative man, a son of the soil, because he was 
 born in the State. He came to Springfield early in life. He grew 
 up with the growth of the city, and was identified with its greatness. 
 He was a man of the highest integrity, unblemished morals, and of 
 the noblest distinction in the line of duty. He was a man of kindly 
 impulses, and always ready to aid the unfortunate. He was a helper 
 of the helpless, and a giver of strength to those who had no strength. 
 He always had a kind word and a helping hand to those who needed 
 them. Like Abou Ben Adhem he was "One who loved his fellow- 
 men." 
 
 Our departed brother has gone hence to return no more forever; but 
 the memory of his good words and kindly deeds will long survive, 
 embalmed in the hearts of those who knew him and appreciated his 
 worth. Few people realize how much good he did in his quiet way. 
 For as old George Herbert quaintly remarks, "Good words are worth 
 much and cost little." His was the charity that shuns publicity and 
 which follows our Lord's well remembered injunction, and "doeth its 
 alms in secret," not desiring to be seen of men. It will be readily 
 understood that of the best portion of a good man's life, his little, 
 nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love, are those that 
 are worth most. No record of them is kept, except on high, or in 
 the grateful hearts of those who have been benefited and relieved. 
 The world knows little or nothing of them now, but the record will be 
 revealed hereafter, when the plaudit comes, "What ye did unto mine, 
 ye did unto me." 
 
 One who knew the worth of a dead friend (a friend who was missed 
 and mourned, like ours) has written some very appropriate lines, 
 which may be applied truthfully to our deceased friend — our loved 
 and lost. 
 
 "To the last hour, when the last man shall die, 
 And our race shall cease to be, death never came, 
 And never will come without affliction. 
 The dying may be ready to depart, 
 For sleep and death are one to them, but we 
 Who love them and are left to mourn, to whom 
 The place once rilled by them is filled no more, 
 From us a light has gone, the sun seems dark, 
 A shadow fallen at high-noon. To us 
 A consternation and a lamentation, 
 The sorrow of all sorrows shall descend, 
 And shall with us abide, till in our turn 
 We follow them, and others mourn for us." 
 
 It would seem proper that just here something should be said as 
 to who Mr. Brown was, what he was, and how he became the man 
 he was. He was a member of the hardy Scotch-Irish race drawn from 
 the province of Ulster. Ulster was settled by a colony which went 
 forth from the "land of brown heath and shaggy wood," in search of a 
 new home less bleak than the bare hillsides of western Scotlano 1 . They 
 took with them their Scottish characteristics and their Scottish 
 Calvinism to their new home in the north of Ireland, and then to the 
 Western World when they crossed the broad Atlantic. Heredity 
 made Mr. Brown what he was, because "blood will tell." 
 
 Mr. Christopher C. Brown was born in the village of Athens, then 
 in Sangamon county, 111., (though now in Menard county). He was 
 born on October 21st, 1884, and was the son of William Bartlett
 
 Brown and Harriet Lowry Brown. His father and mother with five 
 children, moved from Greensburg, Kentucky, to Athens in November 
 1833. Prior to this removal to Illinois, William B. Brown's brother- 
 in-law, James D. Allen, had settled at Athens, and engaged in the 
 mercantile business. Mr. C. 0. Brown's mother was the daughter of 
 Captain David Allen, who served in the War of 1812, and took an 
 active part in the Indian wars of the "Dark and Bloody Ground." 
 She was born December 17th, 1806, and was married to William B. 
 Brown, on December 31st, 1822, at Greensburg, Kentucky. She died 
 October 7th, 1835, at Athens. It is recorded of her that she had a 
 cultivated miud, an amiable disposition, and, above all, a lovely 
 Christian character. William B. Brown, his father, was born at 
 Greensburg, Kentucky, on February 2d, 1802. About the time of his 
 marriage he entered into partnership with his father, Daniel Brown, 
 who was of Scotch -Irish parentage, born at Carlisle, Pennsylvania, in 
 September 1765. He is mentioned in Allen's History of Kentucky, 
 as a man of most exemplary piety and a ruling elder of the Presby- 
 terian church for nearly fifty years. His mother, nee Theresa Bart- 
 lett, was born at Beverly, Massachusetts, on January 14th, 1782. 
 She was a near relative of the Rev. Dr. Samuel Findley, President of 
 Princeton College, and an eminent scholar and great divine in his 
 day. 
 
 Soon after his mother's death, which took place, in 1835, the child 
 Christopher, at the earnest solicitation of his uncle, Daniel C. Brown, 
 who was married and childless, was taken to Kentucky by his father, 
 and placed in the uncle's care. When the uncle died in 1840, the 
 child was sent to live at Greensburg, with his grandparents. W 7 hile 
 living with them, before he was ten years of age, he spent two winters 
 at Hodgenville, Kentucky, where he boarded with an aunt. When at 
 Greensburg, he attended the school known as "The Seminary." 
 Early in 1841 his grandfather being quite old, after a consultation of 
 the relatives, it was thought best to send him home to his father in 
 Illinois. In June of that year he started from Greensburg for 
 Louisville in a covered wagon, At Louisville he took a steamboat 
 for St. Louis, Missouri, and sailed upon the same river which 
 Dickens, two years earlier, thought so monotonous and so wearisome. 
 In writing of this trip, the lad says he had never seen a steamboat 
 till then, and he was charmed with his journey. He stopped at 
 "Barnum's," the leading hotel of that day. (St. Louis had only 
 about 40,000 inhabitants then; but was regarded as the "Great City" 
 of the "West.) He took a steamboat to Meredosia, Illinois, and reached 
 that place late in the evening. He had to ride in a skiff to the hotel, 
 and had to enter it through a second story window because the river 
 was in high flood. He says that he was greatly disappointed when 
 the landlord told him that he had nothing for supper but cocoanut 
 milk He drank a cup full of it, and went to bed with the water 
 washing all sides of the hotel. From Meredosia to Jacksonville he 
 was hauled in a wagon drawn by a mule team, over wooden ties, and 
 from there to Springfield in a two horse wagon. On his arrival at 
 Springfield, he was taken to the residence of a relative, Colonel Robert 
 Allen, and there met his brother Daniel, who was attending school at
 
 that place. His father was living at Sangamontown, seven miles 
 northwest of Springfield. He was superintending a flour mill, which 
 was run by water and steam power; he had also a lathing mill, which 
 was managed by his two sons, Daniel and David. In it they sawed all 
 the lath used in building the first State house at Springfield, now the 
 Sangamon county court house. On account of the high water in 
 Spring creek, it was some days before he could reach his father's 
 house. He describes his father at that time as being six feet in 
 height, weighing about two hundred pounds, and having hair as 
 white as the driven snow. He was forty-two years of age, and was 
 known in the neighborhood as "Squire Brown." When any one was 
 sick in the vicinity he was sent for as a doctor; if the patient died Mr. 
 Brown was the person to see that the dead was properly buried. 
 If any legal difficulty arose in the neighborhood he was consulted as 
 a lawyer. In a word, he was the "man of the neighborhood,"' and 
 was universally loved and respected by all who knew him. He said 
 that he had known his father to spend days and nights with the 
 neighbors in those chill and fever days, administering medicine bought 
 at his own expense for their relief, and never knew him to receive 
 one dollar in compensation for either legal or medical services. Mr. 
 Brown, in speaking of his step-mother, writes that some years before 
 his return to Illinois his father had married a most estimable woman, 
 whose maiden name was Lorinda Buckman. She was born on Sept. 
 9th, 1815, at Potsdam, New York. He bears testimony to her faith- 
 fulness as a wife and mother, not only to her own. but to her step- 
 children. She gave birth to six children, Joel B., Hulda, Sebastian, 
 Mary, Frank B., and James B. Brown. She died on Sept. 9th, 1892, 
 aged seventy-seven years. Mr. Brown's father lived at Sangamon- 
 town until 1847, and at that time he bought a small farm of twenty-rive 
 acres, with no improvements, about one mile from Sangamontown, and 
 soon after bought a log house, a story and a half high, which he moved 
 on to this small farm. Christopher C. Brown went to school during the 
 winter in 1844-45; his father being the teacher, and worked in summer 
 cutting wood, milking cows, washing dishes, and doing anything that 
 turned up in the line of work. His father was a justice of the peace 
 and he frequently heard Abraham Lincoln, E. D. Baker, John T. 
 Stuart, Stephen T. Logan, and other members of the Springfield bar, 
 arguing cases before him. Hearing these arguments doubtless fired 
 him with an ambition, even at that early age, to become a lawyer. 
 His brothers, David and Daniel, had opened a drug store at Peters- 
 burg, and in 1849 he joined them to learn the business, and continued 
 with them until the fall of 1851. During his stay there he attended 
 the academy two winters. In the fall of 1851 he was sent to Hills- 
 boro, Illinois, to attend the Lutheran college at that place, then under 
 the charge of the Rev. Francis Springer. His father moved to 
 Taylorville to open a drug store, and the young student left Hillsboro 
 and went to assist his father in this new venture. His father's health 
 failed soon after going to Taylorville, and he with his family moved 
 to Petersburg to be under the care of a physician, but he continued 
 to grow worse, and in his fifty-first year he died. After his fathers 
 death his brother David moved to Springfield to engage in the
 
 practice of law, and the young student left Petersburg and 
 lived with his brother David, reading law and attending school part 
 of the time at the Illinois Lutheran college. In the fall of 
 1855, he went to Lexington, Ky., and attended the law school of 
 Transylvania University. But his means would not permit his spend- 
 ing more than one session at the law school, and he returned to 
 Springfield, where he studied closely and soon made application for a 
 license to practice law. The Supreme Court appointed Abraham Lin- 
 coln and William H. Herndon to examine him, and Mr. Brown used 
 to tell laughingly, how easy his examination was. When he appeared 
 before his two examiners, Mr. Lincoln, said: w 'Now Chris, we think 
 we know your fitness to be a lawyer, and we don't think you need to 
 be examined. If you can win cases, you'll succeed, if you can't win 
 them you'll fail. It's all in these two points that success or failure 
 lies. But Herndon and I think you have grit enough in you to suc- 
 ceed, and we both know you'll try your hardest. So we'll sign your 
 recommendation for you.'" "'When they had done so, they shook hands 
 with me, and Mr. Lincoln said: 'Go on and prosper. The world's 
 before you, and we are sure you'll do well at the Bar." That was all. 
 On their recommendation, the clerk of the Supreme Court issued him 
 a license in 1857. He then entered into partnership with his brother 
 David, in the practice of the law. In the spring of 1857 he ran for 
 city attorney on a Citizens' ticket, and was defeated by Mr. Charles 
 A. Keyes, who was the Democratic candidate, (the Democrats had a 
 large majority in the city, and he was defeated by thirty votes). About 
 this time his brother was advised to give up the law business owing 
 to poor health, and he moved to a farm a few miles from the city. 
 Upon this, Mr. C. C. Brown went to Cairo, 111., to practice law, and 
 take charge of some property in which some of the prominent citizens 
 of Springfield had invested money. He lived there one year, was 
 successful in the practice of law and real estate speculation. While 
 there he took an active part in all enterprises that tended to advance 
 the material and moral interests of the city. He was selected by 
 the citizens to deliver the Fourth of July oration, and his address was 
 highly commended by the people and the public press. In after 
 years, in speaking of this speech he said it was a regular patriotic 
 address, the best he could make. He tried to please the people. It 
 began with the causes of the revolution and traced it's course from 
 the Declaration of Independence down through the long struggle, be- 
 ginning with the first shot fired at Lexington to the surrender of 
 Cornwallis at Yorktown. But, he was wont to add, "it was not a 
 "spread eagle" speech, meant to tickle the crowd and pander to their 
 baser feelings. You may be su?*e that I did my very best in it." 
 And we see it was a success. He also took quite an active part in 
 politics as a Republican, and in the spring of 1858, made a speech 
 before the first Republican convention ever held at Cairo, or in Egypt. 
 Ho was appointed, by Governor Bissell, public administrator of 
 Alexander county, (the first office he ever held). Judge Lightner 
 made him school commissioner of the same county, with power to ex- 
 amine teachers and issue certificates of qualification. He knew 
 almost every man, woman and child in Cairo, which had then about
 
 four thousand inhabitants. As an evidence of the esteem in which he 
 was held, it may be stated that when he left Cairo to return to Spring- 
 field, a gathering of two or three hundred citizens accompanied him 
 to the train to bid him good bye. In later years he affiliated with the 
 Democratic party, though he was never an intense partisan. At 
 Springfield, he opened an office and resumed his practice as a lawyer. 
 On October 20th, 1859, he was united in marriage to Miss Elizabeth 
 Jane Stuart (daughter of Major John T. Stuart). Of this union were 
 born three children, Stuart, on August 21st, 1860; Edwards, on May 
 31st, 1863, and Paul, on January 20th, 1868. Paul died on August 
 22nd, 1880; the other two children are still living. 
 
 On January 1st, 1860, upon the solicitation of Judge Benj. S. Ed- 
 wards, he entered as a partner into the office of Stuart & Edwards (a law 
 partnership which had existed from 1843 to that date). The name of the 
 new firm was changed to Stuart, Edwards & Brown, and this firm 
 continued until the death of Major Stuart, on November 28th, 1885. 
 After this Judge Edwards and Mr. Brown remained together until 
 death called away Mr. Edwards, on February 4th, 1886. These firms 
 ranked high among the lawyers, and had an immense practice in the 
 various courts. Mr. Brown, as the junior member, was kept very 
 busy. After Judge Edwards 5 death, Mr. Brown took his son Stuart 
 into partnership for some months, and then Judge William J. Allen, 
 of Southern Illinois, entered the firm, which was called Allen, Brown 
 & Brown. When Judge Allen was appointed judge of the U. S. Dis- 
 trict Court, Judge Samuel P. Wheeler, of Cairo, 111., entered the firm, 
 and the name was changed to Brown, Wheeler & Brown. In Novem- 
 ber, 1897, Mr. Logan Hay entered the firm, and its name was again 
 changed to Brown, Wheeler, Brown & Hay. 
 
 Mr. Brown's first wife died March 2, 1869, and about three years 
 later he married at Chicago on June 4th, 1872, Mrs. Caroline Owsley 
 Farnsworth, daughter of John E. Owsley, formerly of Springfield. 
 Of this union were born three children, Elizabeth Jane, on May 4th. 
 1873; Amelia, on January 24th, 1875, and Owsley, on May 28th, 1877, 
 Amelia died in infancy. The other two children are still living. 
 
 Mr. Brown had many honors conferred upon him during his life 
 time. Among them he was appointed school superintendent of 
 Alexander county, Illinois. He was made alderman of the old Third 
 ward of Springfield, on the Republican ticket, and while filling that 
 office he introduced and had passed the ordinance for sewering the 
 "town branch," into which the most of the sewers of the city are now 
 emptied. We can thus justly claim that he was the Father of the 
 sewerage system of Springfield. He was president or trustee of the 
 Springfield Public Library from 1881 to 1901, during which years it 
 became in books and circulation the third largest public library in 
 the State. In 1888 he was chosen, by the Gfeneral Assembly of the 
 Presbyterian Church of the L'nited States, as a delegate to the Pan- 
 Presbyterian Council which met in Exeter Hall, London. He took 
 part in the convention and when it closed he visited, in company with 
 his wife and two youngest children, most of the countries of Central 
 Europe, going as far east as Prague. It was a delightful trip, 
 which he always remembered and referred to with much pleasure.
 
 He was one of the founders of the Bettie Stuart Institute. He 
 contributed very liberally at the beginning of the institute in 
 1868, and made many donations to it up to the time of his death. 
 (The institute was named in memory of his deceased wife.) He was 
 president of the Springfield boiler and manufacturing company, and 
 president of the Latham coal Company. He was vice-president of 
 the Sangamon loan and trust company. A leading stockholder in 
 the Woodside coal company; trustee of the Lincoln Monument 
 Association; director of the McCormick Theological Seminary; and 
 director of the Springfield furniture company. He was superintendent 
 of the First Presbyterian Sunday school, of Springfield, Illinois, and 
 Ruling Elder in the same church for thirty-seven years. 
 
 Mr. C. 0. Brown was in his seventieth year when he died. He had 
 not been in robust health for some years, and five or six years 
 previous to his death he consulted an eminent physician in 
 Chicago, who, after a thorough examination and diagnosis, 
 pronounced his malady Bright's disease. Although Mr. Brown 
 realized that he had not many years to live, he continued to maintain 
 his bright and sunny disposition; he never alluded to his real condi- 
 tion, not wishing to alarm his friends, and to all appearance was in 
 fairly good health up to within a few weeks of his death. He had 
 been ailing for a few days before he died, but no one expected a fatal 
 termination to his sickness, at that time. But the hour of his de- 
 parture was at hand. He heard his Master's call, and he responded 
 to it. His passing away was like the departure of a weary soul worn 
 out with the toils and trials of this wilderness world. His work was 
 done, he had earned his rest; and God gave him a new day, for death 
 to him was the Grate of Life. Our friend passed away quietly in the 
 night. It is believed that death came to him suddenly and painlessly. 
 The immediate cause of his death was given out as angina pectoris, 
 more popularly known as neuralgia of the heart. As the real fatal 
 illness lasted but a little while, it left no time for a death-bed testi- 
 mony, but his testimony had been given already. It was seen in his 
 whole life — a life which in no ordinary degree adorned the doctrine of 
 God his Saviour. It was a life of quiet unostentatious service. If 
 the best proofs of true religion lie in its fruits, the proof of our friend's 
 religion was sure. For his good works were uniform and permanent, 
 not spasmodic. As a Christian he grew in grace as he grew in years. 
 He was a living epistle known and read of all men. One who knew 
 him well said, after his death, — "If this world was made up of men 
 6uch as Christopher C. Brown, it would be almost a heaven on earth." 
 Although Mr. Brown was so strongly attached to his own chosen reli- 
 gious faith, he was inclined to liberality in matters of religion, being 
 entirely free from all forms of bigotry, and not disposed to force his 
 opinions upon others. 
 
 Our departed friend had the hope and the consolation of the 
 Christian faith. He believed with Tennyson: 
 
 "For though from out our bourne of Time and Place, 
 
 The rlood may bear me far, 
 I hope to see my pilot face to face, 
 
 When 1 have crossed the bar."
 
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 A faith like that takes away the fear of death. He has crossed the 
 bar. to our sorrow, but to his gaiu. And yet he is not lost, but only 
 gone before. Longfellow in his beautiful poem on "Resignation," 
 says: 
 
 ' 'There is no death ! What seems so is transition ; 
 This life of mortal breath 
 Is but a suburb of the life elysian 
 Whose portals we call death." 
 
 And Cicero tells us, "That last day (of death) does not bring extinc- 
 tion to us, but change of place." And so thought most of the great 
 thinkers of ancient Greece and Romo. 
 
 His pastor, the Rev. Dr. Thomas D. Logan, said in his funeral ser- 
 mon: "In the death of Mr. C. C. Brown, our church has lost its 
 Barnabas. Throughout his long and useful life he has been a true 
 'son of consolation.' Nature endowed him with a commanding and 
 inspiring presence and a sunny disposition, which grace sweetened 
 and sanctified. He always reminded me of John Bunyan's Mr. Great- 
 heart, for his heart overflowed with generous impulses. He was a 
 christian gentleman of the best type of the old school. In his tongue 
 was the law of kindness. It was his constant desire to smooth the 
 pathway before his fellowmen, and to make all within the sphere of 
 his influence feel comfortable and happy. * * * He knew what he be- 
 lieved, and why he believed it. There was no uncertainty as to his 
 principles. He was a man you could safely tie to, for you always 
 found him just there. * * * He illustrated for our day the meaning 
 of Sampson's riddle, suggested by the swarm of bees that had its hive 
 in the carcass of a lion, 'Out of the strong came forth sweetness'." 
 
 The old Greek satirist, Lucian, in his "Dialogues of the Dead," 
 represents Mercury as classing the aged among those who die unla- 
 mented. Our departed friend was old in years. He had reached the 
 allotted three score years and ten, when men expect to be in "the sere 
 and yellow leaf", but his death was greatly lamented, even with bitter 
 tears. At his funeral service, in despite of a heavy rain, the church 
 was filled. All classes and conditions were there; rich and poor, high 
 and low, to show their respect for him they would see no more. He 
 was well beloved, and there were good reasons for it. His genial dis- 
 position, his noble and manly qualities, his enduring and loving de- 
 votion to his friends, and his utterly unselfish nature, won him hosts 
 of friends, and many were those who sorrowed for his death. Few 
 dry eyes were among the people as the service closed, and the remains 
 were carried away to the narrow house, the last abode of all. 
 
 And now, a few parting words. He lived, he loved, he labored and 
 he died. That is the story of nearly every human life; but I may 
 add to our departed friend's record, that he lived for a purpose, and 
 the world is the better because he has lived in it. He died leaving 
 behind him a memory fragrant with the perfume of many kindly and 
 generous deeds and words. There is an old maxim which had struck 
 its roots deep into the hearts and consciences of men before the Lord 
 Jesus Christ uttered His Divine Sermon on the Mount, before the 
 Greek sages taught the Athenians the precepts of right living, and 
 even before Confucius, in the darker obscurity of antiquity, illumined 
 the civilization of his time by the doctrine of peace on earth and good
 
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 will to men. That ancient maxim was, "Of the dead speak nothing 
 but good." And I can safely follow its teachings to-day. To say 
 that our departed friend was faultless, would be to bestow upon him 
 the attributes of the Deity. He was a man, and he had frailties and 
 weaknesses like others of the human race. But he tried to do justly, 
 to love mercy, and to walk humbly with God. And that is what the 
 Lord reqiiires of every man who seeks to walk aright before him. 
 May we all be able to follow our brother's example in this; and may 
 we never forget that we too are mortal. 
 
 I would gladly say more in praise of our lamented friend, but I 
 have neither the scholar's pen, nor the poet's fancy; besides, I think 
 them needless in this instance. His deeds speak more eloquently 
 than my words would. But the beautiful poem of Fitz- Greene Halleck 
 to the memory of Joseph Rodman Drake expresses just what I would 
 like to have written if I could. I will quote a few of the lines — 
 
 "Green be the turf above thee 
 
 Friend of my better days; 
 None knew thee but to love thee ! 
 
 None named thee but to praise. 
 
 When hearts, whose truth was proven, 
 
 Like thine, are laid in earth, 
 There should a wreath be woven 
 
 To tell the world their worth. 
 
 It should be mine to braid it 
 
 Around thy faded brow. 
 But I've in vain essayed it, 
 
 And feel I cannot now. 
 
 While memory bids me weep thee, 
 
 Nor thoughts nor words are free, 
 The grief is fixed too deeply 
 
 That mourns a man like thee." 
 
 I need add nothing to these eloquent verses, and language would 
 fail me to say all that I would like to say about our departed and 
 lamented brother and associate. I cannot, therefore, better close 
 this inadequate memorial tribute than by bidding him farewell. A 
 last farewell to him who was as a friend and a brother to me, a true 
 comrade in the battle of life. "Brother, fare-thee-well, but not 
 forever! May my soul, when my hour comes, be with thine!"