ADDRESS OF MR. RICHARDSON.

Fellow-Citizens: We have assembled to-night to honor the memory

of a good and useful man; to express our sincere regrets that

death has closed a high career in the meridian of its splendor;

to voice our sympathy with the grief which this public loss has

carried to every part of our State.

This is an occasion without precedent in the history of Macon.

Never before have its people given such tribute to the memory of

a private citizen. But when has such a private citizen lived,

when has such a one died in Georgia? In speaking of my dear,

dead friend I trust I do not pass the bounds of exact and proper

statement when I say that there was not within the limits of

these United States any man unburdened by office, unadorned by

the insignia of triumphs in the fields of war, or the arena of

politics, whose death would have been so generally deplored as

is that of Henry W. Grady. It will be our privilege and pleasure

to hear testimony of his genius and his virtues from the

representatives of five organizations; the Press, the Chamber of

Commerce of Macon, the resident alumni of the State University,

the City Government, and the Chi Phi Fraternity. Each of these

has good reason to honor the memory of Henry Grady. The press

can fashion no eulogy richer than his desert, for his was the

most illustrious pen that has flashed in Southern journalism

during this generation. The Chamber of Commerce cannot accord

him too much praise, for, though himself unskilled in the

science of trade, he was the chief promoter of public enterprise

in his city and set an example worthy the emulation of any man

whose ambition looks to the promotion of commercial and

industrial progress. Surely the Alumni of the State University

should honor him, for he was the most famous man who has left

the classic halls of Athens in many a year. It is well that the

City Government joins in this general tribute to the lamented

dead. He led his own city to high ideals and to large

achievements. He preached the gospel of liberality as well as

the creed of progress. While his devotion to his own city was

supreme, from his lips there fell no word of scorn or malice for

any other community. Let us emulate the catholicity of his

patriotism. Atlanta was its central force and fire, but it

extended to all Georgia, to all these States and, passing beyond

the boundaries of his own county, was transformed into a love

for all mankind. The Chi Phi Fraternity had much cause to love

Henry Grady. Only those of us who know the full meaning of the

mystic bonds of that brotherhood can appreciate the ardor and

enthusiasm of his devotion to it. There was that in him which

was nobler and worthier of commemoration than even his radiant

genius. Powerful as he was with the pen, persuasive as he was in

his masterful control of the witchery of eloquence, fascinating

as was his personality, he had a still better claim to honor

than could be founded on these distinctions. After all, the best

fame is that which, though not sought, is won by goodness,

charity, and brotherly love. Leigh Hunt’s Abou Ben Adhem is

lovelier than the mightiest of the Moorish Kings. Henry Grady

concerned himself to do good unto others. He kindled the fire on

cold hearth stones, he cared for the sick and the forsaken, he

visited the prisoner, he carried consolation to the desolate.

His works of mercy, tenderness, and love do live after him, and

they are the crowning beauty of his work in this world. The tear

of gratitude that trickles down the cheek of the orphan is a

purer jewel than ever sparkled in the crown of political fame.

The simple thanks of the friendless and oppressed make sweeter

music to the soul than the applause of senates. These priceless

rewards were showered upon him in recognition of many an untold

deed of charity and grace. His life has been concluded when,

according to human wisdom, it seemed most desirable that he

should linger among the walks of men. Silence has set its seal

on his eloquent lips when their words seemed sweetest. His

great, tender heart has been hushed forever, when from the life

it quickened there were going forth influences of large and

increasing beneficence.

* * * * *

Capt. J. L. HARDEMAN was then introduced, and he read the following

resolutions framed by the committee from the meeting of the various

bodies held last Tuesday:

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