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_From the “New York World.”_
AS the soldier falls upon the battle-field in the line of duty, so died
Henry Woodfin Grady, the progressive editor of the Atlanta
_Constitution_. Mr. Grady came to the North twelve days ago, with his
fatal illness upon him, against the entreaties of his family, to speak a
word for the South, to the mind and conscience of New England. He
performed his task in splendid spirit, and with the effective and moving
eloquence that were always his, and then returned home to die. It is
highly probable that if he had not gone to Boston he would be living and
writing to-day. It is as more than a journalist or an orator, that Mr.
Grady is to be counted. He was admirable as both, but he was more than a
Southerner, a peacemaker between the sections. He was intensely
Southern, filled full of all the traditions of his people, proud of them
and their past, but he accepted the new order with the magnificent
enthusiasm of his intense nature, and became the embodiment of the
spirit of the New South. More than any other man of this section, he had
the ear of the people of the North. They believed the patriotic
assurances which he made in behalf of his people, because they knew him
to be honest and sincere and thoroughly devoted to all that makes for
the best in public affairs. His influence in Atlanta and throughout the
South was deservedly great. No Southerner could have been so ill-spared
as this young man, whose future only a day or two ago seemed brilliant
to a degree. His death is a wonderfully great bereavement, and not only
to his family and the community in which he lived and labored, but the
whole country, whose peace and unity and kindly sentiment he did so much
to promote.