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_From the “Brunswick Times.”_
HENRY W. GRADY is dead!
Hushed forever is the voice of the South’s most wonderful orator!
With the laurel upon his brow, with the plaudits of a nation ringing in
his ears, with the love of his people freshly spoken, with a crown of
glory about him, the matchless defender of the South has passed from
earth, and beyond the silence of the stars his soul dwells in the
companionship of the great who have gone before.
With his sorrow fresh upon the South, this death and loss following so
closely upon that other in New Orleans but a few days ago, the heart is
not in keeping with the brain, and not now can the pen dipped only in
tears write.
Henry Grady had not reached the zenith of his fame, for the circle was
widening for him and there were still brighter flowers for him to pluck,
and in her hand Honor held out still richer prizes. But the mystery of
death is upon him, and from his hand has dropped the forceful, graceful
pen, and in silence and peace he sleeps for the grave.
With a superb intellect, with an eloquence rivalling the golden-tonged
Chrysostom, with a love almost unapproached by any other for the South
and her people, he stood peerless and matchless as his land’s defender
and leader in all that made for her peace, prosperity and happiness.
But his sun has set. It matters not that in all brightness it went down;
it matters not that he died full of honors; about that grave a people
will gather with tears fast flowing and hearts crushed and bleeding. It
is hard to give up one so grand of mind, so wonderful of tongue, so
magnetic of personality, so richly endowed in all that equips the great
leader.
And such was Henry W. Grady.
Atlanta will mourn him, Georgia will weep for him, and the South will
sorrow indeed.
Upon his bier the _Times_ lays this tribute and stands reverent and
uncovered by the grave of Georgia’s most brilliant son.
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