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 Address by 
 
 R. F. WALKER 
 
 At a Meeting of the Old Settlers Association 
 of Morgan County, Missouri 
 
 Published by the Association 
 

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A SHEAF OF MEMORIES. 
 
 Address delivered by R. F. Walker at Versailles, jVlissonri, 
 August 4th. 1904. at the First Annual Meeting of the Old 
 Settlers Association of Morgan County. 
 
 Nothing can be more pleasant and satisfying than a visit 
 under such circumstances as these to the scenes of one's early 
 life. I care not how varied the experience or changed the sur- 
 roundings, or luimerous the friends and associates of later 
 life, or how engrossed the mind may have become with the 
 cares and the duties which come to us all. or how lighted by 
 sunshine or darkened by sorrow the years may have been, all, 
 all of these vanish, for a time at least, as if by magic, in the 
 presence of the scenes and the faces we knew in happy child- 
 hood, exuberant youth and ambitious young manhood. 
 
 The alchemist strove vainly through years of toil and 
 study to distil an elixir which \\ould render \'outh eternal; 
 the adventurer, fired l)y the dream of the alchemist, visited 
 foreign lands, explored new countries, sacrificed the lives of 
 his followers and spent great treasure in search of some fabled 
 spring the drinking of whose waters would confer a like 
 boon. The dream of the alchemist and the (juest of the ad- 
 venturer have alike proved futile l^ecause they sought to re- 
 verse the immutable decree of nature. 
 
While eternal youth may not he «arnered from the fleet- 
 ing current of our lives, we may and we do. under such cir- 
 cumstances as surround us today, travel back in fancy free 
 to the days when our years were fewer, and our burdens were 
 lighter, and when life in all of its more serious phases was an 
 unsolved problem and the future was a land of hopes and 
 dreams limited only by ambition and fancy. 
 
 "The Kingdom of God." said the great Exemplar, "is 
 within you." and voicing this self same strain in another land, 
 and with another faith, the famous tent maker. Omar, says : 
 
 "I sent my soul through the invisible 
 Some letter of that after life to spell; 
 And by and by my soul came back to me 
 And answered : T myself am hea^•en. and hell.' 
 
 This then is the secret of the philosophy of life in all 
 rne ages. While the mind may not be all in all, it is the rich 
 storehouse from which we draw at will, the blissful memories 
 of the past, the pleasures of the present and the hopes of 
 the future. 
 
 Today let us forget for a time that we ha\'e reached life's 
 meridian and that we are descending toward the land of sun- 
 set. Today without the performance of any miracle or the 
 working of any strange spell but inspired only by kindly words 
 of welcome, hearty handshakes and familiar faces, let us roll 
 back the years as a scroll. The comely matrons araund us 
 become young and beautiful girls; the middle aged men, 
 fathers and grandfathers, now perhaps, become boys again; 
 
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 and our loved ones, long since gone to sleep in the all encom- 
 passing arms of mother nature, come back at memory's call, 
 from the eternal silence to crown the joy of our meeting. 
 Under this influence may I not be excused for indulging 
 somewhat in reminiscences even at the risk at times of becom- 
 ing tedious because the scenes referred to and persons named 
 will doubtless be unfamiliar to many of you and exist only 
 in tradition. 
 
 Born at Florence in this county, where ni}- father was 
 fi-rst a farmer, and afterwards a country merchant, my 
 earliest recollections cluster about that little village and the 
 surrounding country. The people who lived there had emi- 
 grated from Virginia, Pennsylvania, Ohio. Kentucky, Ten- 
 nessee and North Carolina in the 30's and 40's and later a 
 large number of emigrants came from Germany. As pioneers 
 always are, these people, irrespectixe of the section from 
 which they hailed, were poor, the only slaveholders I now recall 
 being Overton Rice. Doctor E\ans and possibly one or two 
 others who resided in a richer section of the County across 
 Flat Creek then and now called "Little Morgan." They were 
 plain, practical, and. of necessity, industrious, because no 
 dawdler or dreamer could by intermittent effort coax a living 
 out of that not too generous soil, and while game was abun- 
 dant and venison, turkey and fish often added to the bount> 
 of the humble board, these did not suffice to afford a livins- 
 without other labor. And permit me to say in this connection 
 that no people have ever reached a high degree of civilization 
 
who li^•e(l l)y the chase alone, and no purely nomadic or pas- 
 toral people have ever achieved permanent power and be- 
 come the builders of empires. The people of that wonderful 
 race from which we have deri^'ed the foundations of our 
 religious faith, would, today, despite their grand idea of 
 the oneness of Jehovah, have risen no higher in the intellect- 
 ual and social scale than the Bedouin of the desert, to which 
 they are near akin, had they not, in their wanderings, come 
 in contact with the tillers of the soil and the trainers of the 
 vine who had permanent abodes and pursued the civilizing arts 
 of peace. Man. therefore, to reach his highest and best de- 
 velopment must somewhere on the bounteous bosom of mother 
 earth have a permanent abiding place he calls home. To 
 establish this home the pioneer had to fell the forests, turn up 
 the virgin soil to the life giving sun. and plant, cultivate and 
 harvest the seed in its season. This our pioneers did; and to 
 their laborious and persistent efforts to make homes for them- 
 selves and their children, not only in the section of which 
 I speak, but throughout the entire country, we owe 
 the stability of our government, the blessings of liberty, our 
 magnificent system of free and liberal education and its 
 flower and fruit which we call culture. 
 
 Our early settlers were men of meagre education; ability 
 to read without hesitancy and write legibly were regarded as 
 superior accomplishments; the only college men in the com- 
 munity were Uncle Tommie Wilkerson, a graduate of the 
 University of Dublin, and Dr. E. M. Carr who. I believe, had 
 
spent two or three years at some college or academy before 
 commencing the study of medicine. 
 
 Books were rare and a family haxing a dozen volumes 
 was regarded as the possessor of a library. The Bible was 
 usually found in each household, and while the people were 
 not irreligious, aside from the use of the sacred volume as 
 a family register and a safe receptacle for title papers to 
 the homestead, its presence was largely ornamental. This 
 criticism, however, if it be a criticism, does not apply to our 
 early settlers alone, for today in our more comfortable homes, 
 with ampler education and a wider intellectual horizon, that 
 wonderful compendium of history, prophecy and poetry, which 
 the rationalist calls Hebrew literature, and the devout be- 
 liever the Holy Bible, is as little read by the people generally 
 as it was in that earlier time when it constituted the library 
 of the family. 
 
 You will realize that books must have been very limited 
 in number in Florence and vicinity in those days when I tell 
 you I remember distinctly many of the names of the different 
 volumes owned by our neighbors, except, in the case of Dr. 
 E. M. Carr who possessed quite a library of general litera- 
 ture, to which I will refer later. William Baughman, father 
 of your worthy president, and for many years a repre- 
 sentative in the State legislature from this County, had a few 
 volumes of Bancroft's History of the United States, a book 
 called the Statesman, Benton's Thirty years View, a work 
 on the U. S. Constitution, Jefferson and Jackson's lives, and 
 
the Missouri Statutes. Uncle Tommie Wilkerson had some- 
 body's (possibly Chapman's) translation of Homer's Iliad, 
 The Spectator, Shakespeare, Goldsmith's Poems and Moore's 
 Melodies set to music. /\n old shoemaker of the village 
 named James Henry, an Englishman who pretended to great 
 learning, had Rollins' history. Hume's England, a volume en- 
 titled "British Essayists" and another "The Anthology of 
 British Poetry." 1 remember this last very well because I 
 was a long time finding out what anthology meant : I once 
 ventured, when this good old disciple of St. Crispin had 
 allowed me to touch his literary treasures, to ask him the 
 meaning of the word and he looked at me gravely and replied 
 that "1 wouldn't understand if he told me." I was, therefore, 
 compelled to wait until Dr. Carr's unabridged dictionary en- 
 lightened me. Dr. Carr (without probably intending it or my 
 reali^'ing it until years afterw^ardsK did me the greatest possi- 
 ble kindness — he permitted me to read his books. He had a 
 hundred volumes or more of which T read with delight, Gulli- 
 ver's Travels, Robinson Crusoe, The Arabian Knights, Don 
 Quixote, and several (juaintly illustrated volumes of Dickens' 
 novels. Others I probably read, l)ut the memory of those 
 mentioned clings to me like a mother's caress or a father's 
 l>lessing; they did more than bring joy to my boyish heart and 
 leave in their wake a train of delightful memories, they im- 
 ()lanted within me a love of literature which has. through life, 
 proved a jov in hours of ease, a solace in affliction and a com- 
 fort in everv sort of trouble. Do vou blame me then for this 
 
merited thouo-h tardy tribute to the memory of Dr. E. M. 
 Carr? 
 
 In the years agone of which I speak, men and women met 
 with simple cheer and wholesome delight to attend church on 
 Sunday or during the week to participate in a log-rolling, 
 house-raising, quilting bee or corn husking which usually term- 
 inated in what we now call a country dance, which despite the 
 disapproval of many good brethren of the Cloth. I will al- 
 ways regard as a harmless and healthy amusement. 
 
 One of my earliest recollections is that of "muster day" 
 when the young men gathered on the schoolhouse yard and 
 were drilled by Colonel William Raughman in the old man- 
 ual of arms to the inspiring tunes of old Billy Cramer's fife 
 accompanied by one of the Carver boys on the drum. How 
 little did the actors in this mimic military display realize that 
 in a few short years the fife would scream in earnest and the 
 drum roll solemnly ro call father against son and brother 
 against brother in the most sanguinary conflict of modern 
 times. 
 
 An occasional horse race on a level stretch of highway 
 or a Saturday "shooting match" for beef or turkeys brought 
 all the sports and crack shots of the neighborhood together. 
 At these meetings there was little or no gambling in the more 
 serious and gainful manner often found elsewhere in newly 
 settled countries. 
 
 The drinking of red liquor was not regarded as disgrace- 
 ful and in fact, it was so common a custom that I have heard 
 
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 it said, though 1 do not vouch for the story, that even the min- 
 isters of our church and faith did not object to the presence of 
 the famihar black bottle which always held the essence of corn, 
 and. in times of great trial, as an additional safeguard against 
 the menaces of sin, they are said to have followed good old 
 Timothy's injunction and have "taken a little for the stomach's 
 sake." \Vhile there were many who drank and some who now 
 and then imbibed too freely there were few real drunkards. 
 At each gathering, however, fist and skull fights were 
 not infrequent, due more perhaps to the influence of liquor 
 than any real differences of the participants. It was the rarest 
 possible thing for a man, drunk or sober, to resort to a deadly 
 weapon when engaged in a personal difficulty. Physical cour- 
 age was the rule and not the exception and he was regarded 
 as a coward who would resort either in attack or defense to 
 other than nature's arms. In the twelve years of my boy- 
 hood at Florence, I recall but one instance of a deadly affray 
 there and that was when Tom O'Neill was killed by Claib 
 Young. True, there were occasional instances at public meet- 
 ings of less serious affrays, as when Hen. Yandell struck 
 Jerry Tomlinson with a stone on an election day as the latter 
 was standing on a dry goods box before Dr. Sherman's store, 
 singing a doggerel song, composed by George Evans and Nat 
 Scoggins, the refrain of which was : "Yandell stole the cow 
 bell." 
 
 Evans and Scoggins were the wags and rhymsters of 
 the neighborhood. With coarse wit and a keen sense of the 
 
ludicrous, they caught up ctirrent rumors, often having no 
 foundation in fact, and wove thein into familiar rhymes, to 
 be sung or recited at "musters" shooting matches and on elec- 
 tion days. I recall one entitled "Uncle Adam Slater's Husk- 
 in' Bee" a rollicking song, long locally popular, which grilled, 
 in a spirit of good humor, uncle Adam and his sons for not 
 inviting Evans and Scoggins to the event. 
 
 Missouri enacted a general law for the support of a sys- 
 tem of free schools as early as 1839. but it was not until 
 t^venty years thereafter that the ]jublic funds were sufficient 
 for their support. The schools, therefore, with which persons 
 of my age were familiar in childhood were private or sub- 
 scription schools. That they did not, in any way. compare in 
 efficiency with the ordinary district schools of to-day is with- 
 out question. The early teachers I recall were, first, Tommie 
 Bridges, a kindhearted old bachelor who was very lame ; second 
 Creth Chisholm, who permitted us to study aloud because, he 
 said, "it would give us con-cen-tra-tion of thought, no matter 
 how much we were annoyed by other things." Mick Gillum 
 one of the boys at school, used to say that "Creth was 
 Cracked." I didn't know then what he meant, if I had known I 
 would have concurred in his conclusion. Our third teacher 
 was a Miss Malvina Barrows, blessed be her memory ; she was 
 a prim, plain faced little woman of uncertain age from some- 
 where "away back East." She imparted instruction clearly 
 and readily and was not afraid to say "she did not know" if 
 asked a question she could not answer; she controlled strap- 
 
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 ping young men, Inixom young women and mischievous and 
 undisciplined children without corporal punishment and by 
 seemingly the gentlest and certainly the most effective means. 
 Dave Baughman called her ''Miss Rarey." which was the name 
 of a famous horse tamer of that day who used only the gen- 
 tlest methods to tame wild and vicious horses. Her methods 
 were certainly a revelation to the parents as well as the chil- 
 dren of the little village and when her last term of school 
 closed and we gathered at Mr. Hook's to bfd her good bye, 
 before she started back to her New England home, there were 
 weeping eyes and aching hearts that had never before known 
 a pang at parting with a teacher. Looking back through the 
 dim vista of the years I recall no other teacher who ap- 
 proached her in gentleness and firmness and whose capacity 
 for imparting instruction was greater. 
 
 Forty-four years ago murmurs of discontent began to be 
 heard all over this country. This feeling of unrest had been 
 brought about by unwise congressional legislation and had been 
 intensified by fanatics in one section of the country and ex- 
 tremists in the other. Neighbors who had theretofore been 
 content to differ from each other with reason and moderation 
 began to discuss their variant opinions on public questions with 
 bitterness and invective. Public speakers at local gatherings 
 harangued their hearers on state sovereignty, slavery and kin- 
 dred questions, and one of the national political parties which 
 for almost sixty years had been in control of the government, 
 split into fragments through internal dissensions, and Mr. 
 
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 f.incoln. who represented the united opposition, was. as a 
 consequence, elected to the presidency. Civil war ensued and 
 with its horrors many present are yet painfully familiar. It 
 is not the time, nor the place, nor have I the inclination to at- 
 tempt, even a dispassionate discussion, of any of the ques- 
 tions which precipitated this conflict. It is enough for us to 
 remember that it desolated many homes, cost the country 
 thousands of precious lives and millions of treasure. But the 
 differences which brought it about have, thank God, been set- 
 tled forever; sectionalism has been wiped out. first, by the 
 mellow influence of time, and second, and most effectively, 
 by the universal feeling of patriotism which welled up in every 
 bosom during our recent war with Spain. A bond of peace 
 sealed with the blood of heroes has been entered into by all of 
 our people until no matter whether we live in Massachusetts 
 or Missouri, in California or the Carolinas. we can exclaim 
 with equal fervor : "One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, 
 one nation evermore." 
 
 One incident which happened just before the beginning 
 of the Civil War indelibly impressed itself on my memory and 
 has since been the subject of much reflection. When our 
 people realized that war was inevitable, although they could 
 not comprehend its awfulness, a calm characterized their con- 
 duct akin to that which precedes an elemental storm. Dis- 
 cussions between neighbors became less frequent and bitter 
 and while each set his heart as flint to do his duty as he saw 
 it, there was none of that personal antagonism which had 
 
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 formerly existed, nor that malignant hatred which after the 
 conflict actually began, was brew^n in that hell's cauldron called 
 battle. The incident I have referred to was this : A short time 
 before the Camp Jackson affair at St. Louis the citizens of 
 i'lorence and >ncinity met in mass meeting at the school house 
 to "take sides." as they expressed it. At the suggestion of 
 probably Mr. William Raughman, those present, if for the 
 South, went to one side of the schoolhouse yard while those 
 who were for the Union went to the other side. I was prob- 
 ably too young to have perceived and remembered the de- 
 meanor of these men and the frequency of the repetition of 
 the story renders it difficult to separate personal impressions 
 from hearsay; 1 either remember, therefore, or have been 
 told, that there were no controversies, no idle jestings, but 
 each man silently and solemnly took his place on the side of 
 his convictions. This being done, these men. who in a few 
 short months would be seeking each others' lives, went peace- 
 fully to their respective homes with possibly no more feeling 
 towards their neighbors, who dift'ered from them, than you feel 
 to-day towards a political opponent. It is pleasant to refiect 
 upon this incident because it strengthens the happy conclusion 
 that the people, when left to their own deliberate judgment, 
 will usually adjust their differences without strife. If, there- 
 fore, at that time. Governor Jackson and his advisers had 
 been less intemperate in their utterances and Frank P. Blair 
 and General Lyon less impetuous and revolutionary in their 
 actions. Missouri, at least, might have escaped the horrors of 
 
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 Civil War and at the same time have lieen saved to the Union. 
 My first recollections of Versailles were in 1862, when 
 my father, who was then an ofificer in a newly organized Union 
 regiment, came here to assume the duties of sheriff and collec- 
 tor to which office he had been appointed by Governor, Gamble. 
 The removal from Florence to Versailles was an important 
 event in my life. Instead of the little hamlet of a score or 
 more houses and a hundred or more inhabitants I found my- 
 self in what then seemed to be a big town of many hundreds 
 of people. My first view of Versailles I have never forgotten. 
 Florence, you know, is surrounded by woodland and although 
 I had read about plains and prairies I had supposed that all 
 towns and cities were similarly located to the village of my 
 nativity. What was my wonder and surprise, therefore, when 
 we drove up on the prairie near Flenderson Marple's and I 
 looked across the waving sea of wild grass, growing corn and 
 ripening grain and saw in the distance, further away than I 
 had ever seen objects before, the towering form of the old 
 Court House surrounded by many houses. I asked Ben Davis, 
 who was driving one of the teams, if Versailles was a city, 
 and he said in his blunt, honest way that "it was as much of 
 a city as he knew anything about." 
 
 History, whether personal, social or political, owes much 
 of its value and interest to its fidelity to detail ; the delineation 
 of a local character here, or a minor incident there, serves to 
 accentuate and emphasize the existence or the actions of some 
 leading figure or the occurrence of some important event. 
 
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 Reali'/infT the truth of this statement I would, if it were 
 possible, in these reminiscences, omit nothing w'hich would be 
 of interest to any of my hearers; but, to recount the numerous 
 incidents and recall by kindly reference the many friends I 
 have knf>wn and loved in the succeeding twenty years of my 
 life, spent among you here at Versailles — years while filled 
 with much joy. were oftentimes tempered by trial and sad- 
 dened by sorrow — would require more time than even your 
 indulgent patience would accord ; T must, therefore, although 
 the telling of it all. would afford me pleasure, generalize as 
 much as possible. 
 
 For three years and more after coming to Versailles the 
 (^'ivil War was in progress and this section, while the scene 
 of no great battles, was in the pathway of the advance and re- 
 treat of the contending armies. Regiments or brigades sw^ept 
 over the country, and while the masses of the soldiery were 
 perhaps not personally dishonest, that strict military disci- 
 pline which comes from long campaigns and years of conflict, 
 was wanting; the wholesome restraints of the law-, present in 
 times of peace, had ceased to exist, and possessed of almost 
 unlimited license the average soldier practically disregarded 
 the rights of private property. Worse than this, that human 
 jackal called the campfollower on the one side and the guerilla 
 on the other, followed in the wake of an army's advance or 
 retreat and destroyed or stole whatever the regular soldiery 
 had left of the citizen's substance or store. Certainly those 
 were times to trv men's souls and not calculated to develop 
 
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 the best traits of character in those subjected U> their inBit- 
 ences. Many of us present passed through this fiery ordeal, 
 and while we are prol)ably not better men or women for the 
 experience, may we not be allowed, without egotism or self 
 adulation, to express our heartfelt thanks that we are not 
 worse. That this is so, is due, perhaps, more to the gentle 
 influence of our mothers and the discipline of our fathers than 
 to any distinctive merits of our own. Throughout all these 
 troublous times many of our citizens did not actively partici- 
 pate in the war, not because they did not possess pronounced 
 convictions or have the courage to assert them, but they felt 
 and wisely too, that the highest duties of citizenship demanded 
 that they should strive to preserye some sort of order in the 
 midst of seeming chaos. To these men society owes a debt 
 of lasting gratitude; it was to their prudent counsel that 
 partisan rancor did not destroy every vestige of free govern- 
 ment during the war; and, after it was over, they contributed 
 more than all others to the re-establishment of law and 
 order. The condition of affairs in Missouri was in no wise 
 different from that of other states which suffered the ravages 
 and disturbing influences of civil war. What was true of Mis- 
 souri as a whole was true of Morgan County as a part of 
 Missouri ; here and elsewhere the laws were laxly enforced, 
 public enterprise was paralyzed and individual effort impeded. 
 ,So great was the difference between the purchasing price of 
 the paper money issued by the National Government and that 
 of gold, and so uncertain was the tenure of private property 
 
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 that only the speculator and the adventurer would engage in 
 business. This condition did not entirely cease with the close 
 of the war. and had it not been for the dispassionate judg- 
 ment and conservative conduct of the non-combatant class, it 
 would have continued longer. It is something akin to a 
 miracle, however, with what rapidity and completeness civil 
 order reasserted itself after peace had been declared. True, 
 there was much personal bitterness and some years of political 
 proscription but as surely and certainly as turbid water will, 
 w^hen stilled, cast its dregs to the bottom and become limpid 
 as the dew, so surely did the social and political atmosphere 
 clear up under the quieting and clarifying influences of peace. 
 Our people, whether victors or vanquished, went to work with 
 brave hearts and willing hands to rebuild their desolated homes 
 and reestablish themselves in their former vocations. 
 
 In classifying men as types of ability or character one 
 naturally selects first, members of his own profession. I would 
 be untrue to myself if T did not pay more than a passing 
 tribute to the memory of Judge James P. Ross, one of the 
 ablest lawyers who practiced in our courts. He was so simple 
 and modest in his life and so gentle in his nature that only 
 those who i<new him longest and best truly appreciated his 
 merit. He was thoroughly grounded in the principles of the 
 law, had a wonderful faculty of analysis and could say more 
 in fewer wordp on paper than any lawyer I have ever known. 
 He was what we inaccurately but expressively call a "self 
 educated man." In early life in Kentuckv he had learned the 
 
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 tailor's trade. I recall this incident which W illiam C. Sevier 
 used to relate of Judge Ross' retort courteous to a lawyer 
 who. in an argument before a jury, had referred to the Judge 
 as "a sort of a tailah from Kaintucky." The Judge in reply 
 modestly said that "it was true he had been a tailor in early 
 life and his patrons said he was a good tailor, but now that 
 he was a lawyer he tried to be a good lawyer, but whether 
 tailor or law-yer he had always striven to be a gentleman." 
 
 William C. Sevier w-as one of Judge Ross' students. He 
 was a grandson of old Nolachucky Jack Sevier, the founder 
 of Tennessee, and was a brilliant man. He drifted into the 
 maelstrom of the Civil War in early manhood, and at its 
 close died at New Orleans, before embarking for home, under 
 such circumstances as Kit Marlowe is said to have died. 
 Sevier had a keen sense of the ludicrous, a wonderful fund of 
 anecdotes and a knack of rhyme which rendered him a charm- 
 ing central figure of any circle; that the circle was often 
 convivial may have lessened his usefulness, but it did not de- 
 tract from the grace of his manner and the charm of his con- 
 versation, and it shall not lessen the sweetness of his mem- 
 ory. Robert Burns. Edgar Allen Foe, S. S. Prentiss and 
 other favored children of genius are said to have worshipped 
 too often at the shrine of John Barleycorn ; but, "as long as 
 the heart has passions and as long as life has woes." the won- 
 derful fruitage of their minds will not lose its flavor. 
 
 A few years after the war a colony of sturdy and indus- 
 trious citizens came to Morgan County from Pennsylvania and 
 
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 settled here and in the adjacent country. Among them was 
 John H. Stover, a la^vyer, who had been a colonel in a Penn- 
 sylvania regiment during the Civil War, and his partner, 
 John D. Neilson. 1 have heard many of the famous orators 
 of the country, but in force, fervor, simplicity of language and 
 aptness of illustration Colonel Stover was the equal of any 
 and the superior of many. If he had lived in the possession of 
 physical health, to middle age and beyond, he would have been 
 one of the leaders of his party in the Nation. A few weeks 
 ago I sat high up in the galleries in one of our National Politi- 
 cal Conventions and heard a debate between some of the great- 
 est orators of the country, and, to my regret, I could only dis- 
 tinctly and clearly hear Daniels of Virginia, and Weaver of 
 Iowa. I thought as I sat there if Colonel Stover were here and 
 had a seat in this con\'ention he would make every person in 
 this vast audience hear him and in ten minutes command 
 earnest attention. 
 
 James A. Spurlock, many of whose descendants are now 
 worthy citizens of this community, had enjoyed early oppor- 
 tunities of academic and legal education. He was a man of 
 much natural al)ility and possessed a most comprehensive 
 knowledge of equity jurisprudence. Had he devoted his life 
 wholly to that jealous mistress, the law. instead of intermit- 
 tently pursuing other callings, he would have left a profes- 
 sional reputation, with the general public more in keeping with 
 his just deserts, for his learning and ability were only truly 
 known and appreciated by members of the bar. 
 
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 Mr. Spiirlock made some pretension to authorship. His 
 monograph on "Attachments and Executions" is rather amus- 
 ing than instructive in devoting more space to ilhistrating hov/ 
 these writs may be evaded than in stating the principles upon 
 which they are based. 
 
 In 1872, he published a book, he had been several years 
 preparing, having the all embracing title of "Heaven, Earth 
 and the Millenium, by a Member of the Missouri Bar." It 
 outlined its author's religious opinions and was altogether in 
 a serious vein, but was the subject of much raillery and jest- 
 ing among members of his profession. Sometime after Mr. 
 Spurlock had published this book, B. R. Richardson, returning 
 from a trip to St. Louis, brought the first account of the death 
 of Horace Greeley — there were neither railroads nor tele- 
 graph lines then running to Versailles, and news traveled 
 slowly. Mr. Spurlock asked Richardson the cause of Greeley's 
 death; Richardson said it was not definitely known, but it 
 was attributed to nervous shock, as Mr. Greeley was found 
 dead in his chamber with an open book before him entitled 
 "Heaven, Earth and the Millenium by a Member of the Mis- 
 souri Bar." 
 
 I had the pleasure in the early years of my professional 
 life to be associated in the practice with Anderson W. An- 
 thony; "Old Blackhawk" he was familiarly called, first. I pre- 
 sume, because of his fancied or real resemblance to the old 
 Indian chief, and afterwards because he frequently used 
 that title as a nom de plume in articles written by him on public 
 
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 questions for metropolitan papers. Writing for the papers was 
 a diversion of which he was exceedingly fond. T have never 
 known a man who derived more satisfaction from seeing his 
 own thoughts in print than A. W. Anthony. His contributions 
 to the press, not on public f|uestions. were in the vein of 
 "Flush Times in Alabama" and "Georgia Scenes," but were 
 broader in their humor and more akin to the style of "Sut 
 Luvengood." One of these, of a serio-comic and sermonizing 
 nature, was an account of a drunken brawl which concluded 
 a race meetmg at Old Ionia where the horsemen of IVI organ 
 and adjoining counties had met to test the speed of their 
 norses. After moralizing with seeming earnestness on the ill 
 efifects of such meetings he said, that the alcohol crazed fiiends, 
 not satisfied with beating each other, had taken one Rial 
 Donalson, who was too much overcome with licjuor to resist, 
 and had burned off one of his legs almost to the knee in one 
 of the fires where meat had been barbecued. After another 
 paragraph deprecating the depths to which drunkenness will 
 sink its victims, he said he had learned since writing the 
 foregoing that IJonalson's burnt leg was a wooden one. Not 
 the least of Mr. Anthony's accomplishments was his skill in 
 coaxing from a yellow backed fiddle such familiar melodies as 
 "Billy in the I.ow Ground." 'Turkey in the Straw" and "A 
 Bunch of Keys." He delighted in the entertainment of young 
 people and many pleasant evenings they spent at his hospitable 
 home dancing the old familiar tunes to the music of his 
 fiddle. 
 
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 He was not what would be termed a learned lawyer, for 
 instead of first thoroughly acquainting himself with the prin- 
 ciples of elementary law. he had, after a desultory reading 
 of some of the old horn books in early manhood, spent sev- 
 eral years selling merchandise, and in other pursuits, after 
 v/hich, as B. R. Richardson once told him, in the progress of a 
 trial, he had "jumped into the statutes at forty and assumed 
 to know all of the law." However, this was not a just criti- 
 cism. While Mr. Anthony may have lacked a knowledge of 
 elementary principles, he was painstaking in the preparation 
 of his cases, always possessed himself of a minute knowledge 
 of the facts, was resourceful in a trial, and opposing counsel 
 soon realized that he was a dangerous antagonist. My ac- 
 quaintance with Mr. Anthony first impressed me with the fact 
 that a knowledge of books alone will not make one a good 
 lawyer any more than a good doctor or teacher. This fact 
 received confirmation in the case of B. R. Richardson who in 
 many respects was the antithesis of Mr. Anthony. The 
 former had received an academic and professional education in 
 one of the best colleges in Ontario ; he had been reared in the 
 atmosphere of the law ; his father was for many years one of 
 the leading Queen's Counsel of the Province, and the son 
 was well equipped with a knowledge of legal principles; but, 
 in the trial of a case, or even in the argument of a legal 
 question, he was no match for a man of Anthony's native 
 force and ability. B. R. Richardson, however, had one trait 
 not regarded as common among Englishmen; he had the 
 
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 keenest possible sense of humor, a power of repartee akin to 
 that of Theodore Hook, Douglas Jerrold or Mark Lemon, 
 and with it all such a spirit of good nature that his personal 
 tl'irusts carried their own antidote with them. 
 
 Another lawyer who resided here a number of years and 
 whose kinsman have been among my warmest friends since 
 boyhood, was Colonel W. M. Woods. He was a man of much 
 native force : he had been reared in an atmosphere of culture 
 and gracious courtesy so prevalent among families from the 
 Old Dominion where he was born, and possessed, when at 
 his best, all of the saz'oir fairc of a gentleman of the old school. 
 He had a varied knowledge of the old English classics and 
 possessed many of the elements of genuine oratory. 
 
 H. M. Jackson, who came here soon after the close of 
 the Civil War, was a studious, practical and painstaking law- 
 yer. He seemed to consider his professional duties as grave 
 responsibilities and he was utterly free from all levity "dress 
 parade ' and "plays to the galleries" in the trial of his cases. 
 He removed from here many years ago to Atchison, Kansas, 
 where he built up a lucrative business and became a highly 
 respected citizen. 
 
 Judge W. \ . Peml)erton, for since he left here many 
 years ago he has been Judge of the Supreme Court of Mon- 
 tana, was a man of many brilliant parts. He was more of an 
 advocate than a lawyer, in the old days, and his oratory, 
 whether before a jury or a mass meeting had a charm and a 
 magnetism equaled b}^ but few men I have known. Colonel 
 
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 W. M. Woods used to say of him that "he was wonderfully 
 expert in locating the tear gland, and that he could make a 
 jury cry in a suit on a promissory note." 
 
 Captain John T. Campbell, a handsome and gallant young 
 Federal officer from Pike County, Missouri, located in Ver- 
 sailles for the practice of his profession in the middle sixties. 
 He was what we term an "all around lawyer." Possessed of 
 a well trained and versatile mind, having a pleasing address and 
 a power of adaptability to persons and conditions, he soon be- 
 came not only personally popular but professionally success- 
 ful. He removed to Santa Rosa, California, many years ago 
 and is now one of the honored members of the profession in 
 that state. During the administrations of President Cleveland 
 he was consul to two different cities of the Orient where he 
 reflected credit upon himself and his country. 
 
 Many other lawyers I knew here whom I might refer to 
 with pleasure, but they are younger men, still engaged in the 
 active work of the profession, and an analysis of their lives 
 w^ould, under such circumstances, be unfair to them and diffi- 
 cult for me. 
 
 Of the members of the medical profession, I have known, 
 foremost among the number stands the name of Doctor John 
 B. Thruston. An account of this section of the State w^hich 
 did not attempt to do credit to his many virtues would be 
 sadly incomplete. His character like his physique was mag- 
 nificent in its proportions. His very stride and mien were 
 indicative of moral as well as phvsical strength. In the terri- 
 
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 ])le (lays of the Civil War he was to the distressed, whether in 
 mind or body, as a great rock in a lonely land. My father 
 was an ardent union man ; Dr. Thruston an uncompromising 
 scjntherner ; yet 1 haxe known the latter to come to father's 
 office in the old Court House many times in my boyhood to 
 receive suggestions or offer coimsel as to how they might, 
 regardless of politics, protect a neighbor's property or save 
 his life. In fifty years and more of the busy toilsome life of 
 a country doctor, John B. Thruston did more practical charity 
 than many modern benevolent societies. So implicit was the 
 confidence of the people in him that he was the arbiter of 
 many differences. While his ability and his skill as a physi- 
 cian were respected and relied upon it was the justness of his 
 judgments and the righteousness of his conclusions that ren- 
 dered him a shrine of refuge in time of trouble. To live the 
 life he lived and leave the heritage of such a name as he left 
 is more to be desired than to sit in high places or own vast 
 ])ossessions. 
 
 John J. McClellan and John C. McCoy were physicians 
 who practiced in this section in my boyhood. Dr. McClellan 
 died ^\•hen I was a small boy. Dr. McCoy came here in 1865 
 or '66. He had resided here in an earlier day and after an 
 absence of several years, covering the period of the Civil 
 War, he returned, under circumstances which did not enable 
 him to readily renew his old friendships and re-establish his 
 professional standing. He had much native ability and a great 
 store of varied information. I very well remember that he 
 
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 was the first man I ever heard use the word "re-incarnation" 
 and when I asked him what it meant he explained to me in 
 a simple manner the outlines of the religious belief of that 
 wonderful oriental people who had a formulated faith centuries 
 before Moses received the law from the Divine hand amid 
 the thunders of Sinai. Dr. McCoy was a quaint character; 
 in his old age he was Probate Judge and postmaster and in 
 the latter capacity was much annoyed by different children of 
 the same families each day asking for their parents' mail. 
 We had two families in this county in those days which always 
 had a large number of children of school age. I hope their 
 number has increased and that they continue a living refutation 
 of President Roosevelt's doctrme that we are tending towards 
 race suicide. In the evenings when school was dismissed the 
 children of these two families would file into the post-office 
 and one by one ask for mail. After the fourth or fifth in- 
 quiry Dr. McCoy would be white with rage. One day on 
 going to the postoliice. 1 was amused to see this sign, printed 
 in large letters hanging over the delivery window : "There is 
 no mail for the Marriotts or the Silveys today," and ever after- 
 wards when this condition existed this sign was evident. He 
 also permitted himself to be annoyed by inquiries about the 
 price of postage stamps and rec(uests that they be placed on 
 the letters. To avoid this he printed and posted in a con- 
 spicuous place in the office this sign : 
 
 "Stamps, three cents. 
 
 Stamps licked four cents. 
 
 Stamps licked and stuck five cents." 
 
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 Dr. McCoy was a man of irascible temper and violent 
 prejudices but he had his tender, his gentle and his noble side 
 as well. In \S7?) when this section was scourged by the pesti- 
 lential breath of the cholera, no man, doctor or layman, did 
 more that he to alleviate suffering and quiet the fears of our 
 people until he himself was fatally stricken. When the end 
 came I stood by his bedside with Dr. Williams. Sam Tillett, 
 George Burns and Tom Monroe, and although enfeebled by 
 age and in great physical agony he met death with a calmness 
 and a fortitude worthy of a martyr of the true faith. 
 
 Dr. O. A. Williams, whose death has been so recent that 
 indulgent nature has not yet covered his grave with the ver- 
 dure of spring and the hearts of his loved ones are yet sore 
 and bleeding at his loss, v^-as a student of both McCoy and 
 Thruston. and at one time a partner of the latter. Dr. Wil- 
 liams' life is an inseparable part of the historv of this section. 
 For sixtv years and more he was a participant in all the activi- 
 ties of its development : he had witnessed its progress from 
 primitive conditions. So linked was his life with ours that we 
 mourn his loss as if he had been of our own blood. He never 
 ceased to be a student, was devoted to his life work, and com- 
 bined qualities not always found in the country doctor of being 
 not only an e.x'cellent physician but a skillful surgeon as well. 
 F'ersonally he was a strange combination of physical force 
 and feminine gentleness. In the ordinary walks of life and 
 especially among men. strength and force were his predomin- 
 ant characteristics ; but. with the gentler sex or at the bedside 
 
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 of the suffering he had a touch of velvet and a tone of gentle 
 soothing. Physicians of the regular school since the days of 
 Hippocrates have not hesitated to adopt any means known 
 to the mind of man, or to use any remedy in the pharmacopeia, 
 whether vegetable or mineral, to cure sickness or alleviate 
 suffering; and Dr. Williams and scores of others of this 
 noble profession without arrogating to themselves the ques- 
 tionable honor of having founded a religious cult, or of being 
 able to perform miracles, or to cure diseases without medicine, 
 have, when they deemed it helpful, practiced hypnotism and 
 mental healing and have even "held a thought" for their 
 patients. I mention this in passing because much of Dr. 
 Williams' gentleness of manner came from his realization that 
 while certain drugs are potent remedies, their efficacy is often 
 augmented by the impression made by the physician upon the 
 mind of the patient. 
 
 The teachers who left their impress upon the lives of the 
 boys and girls of Versailles, who are middle aged men and 
 womicn today, were Garrett Minor, the Misses Dale and Thrus- 
 ton, Alex, M. Gibbs, Jas. F. Rhoades and wife and a Reverend 
 Vanduser. Garrett Minor was a man of liberal education, 
 much better adapted to a professorship in a college than the 
 irksome duties of the elementary schools ; the Misses Dale and 
 Thruston were popular and pleasant teachers, beloved by all 
 of their pupils, and the days spent under their tutelage is 
 f^nshrined in our memories; Alex. M. Gibbs was a patient, 
 painstaking teacher, in love with his work, conscientious in 
 
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 its performance and the willing pupil could not do otherwise 
 than derive lasting- benefit from his instruction; Jas. F. 
 Rhoades and his estimable wife had all the requisites of ex- 
 cellent instructors. They were well e(|uipped for their work; 
 they regulated the discipline of their pupils without harsh 
 punishment and imparted instruction as though they were con- 
 ferring a favor. Our last teacher, the Reverend Vanduser, 
 was a minister of one of our popular religious denominations. 
 He was a man of ample education and brusque manner with 
 an idea of discipline savoring of that which prevailed in early 
 days in other states when the whipping post and the pillory 
 were much in fashion. 
 
 It would scarcely be just to omit the mention of the names 
 of some of our early citizens in other walks of life w^ho left 
 their impress upon our civilization. Ezekiel J. Salmon, the 
 father of Dr. Young Salmon, of Clinton, Missouri, and of 
 former state treasurer. Major Harvey W. Salmon and Judge 
 John M. Salmon of the same place, was one of our earliest and 
 most influential citizens. He was a man of strong personal 
 character, sound common sense and unflinching integrity. I 
 never knew him personally but from tradition have always 
 compared his character with that of Dr. J. B. Thruston. 
 
 Daniel W^illiams. the father of Dr. O. A. Williams, was a 
 like type of citizen, and was one of a half dozen who "laid 
 out" the town of Versailles in 1834. You will remember that 
 this county had been carved out of Cooper County by an act 
 of the legislature in 1832-'33 at the session of the Seventh 
 
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 General Assembly, and that the first seat of justice was for 
 a short time at Millville. or what you now call "James' Mill" 
 south of Versailles ; after this it was at Ionia which was located 
 about six (6) miles north of Versailles, some half mile or 
 more south of the Moreau Creek, on the farm owned, when 
 I left Versailles in 1885, by Mrs. Wm. Ball. When, therefore, 
 in 1834, it was determined to locate the county seat at Ver- 
 sailles, "Uncle Dan Williams," who was then a blacksmith, 
 was, with others, commissioned by the county court to have 
 a survey made of the proposed town that its boundaries might 
 be recorded; Hugh Brown and Wm. Monroe were the sur- 
 veyors and Dr. J. B. Thruston and John J. Hannon, chain- 
 men. The distances were measured with a plow line, but this 
 has never given rise to any serious questions as to the loca- 
 tion of the streets or the extent of private property. 
 
 Tom Monroe, St., was one of the leading citizens of 
 the county before the Civil War. He represented this district 
 in the State Senate and was an active factor in every measure 
 of importance affecting his constituents. During the Civil 
 War he was the Colonel of a regiment of Confederates. 
 
 James Livingston, for many years a merchant at V^er- 
 sailles, was a native of County Tyrone, Ireland, of the better 
 middle class, who had enjoyed the advantages of a literary 
 and business education. He was a gentleman of genial nature 
 and of too much ability to have limited his life work to the 
 '■pent up Utica" of a country town. He should have been 
 a merchant prince instead of a country storekeeper. 
 
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 William J. Tutt. prior to the Civil War. a large land 
 and slave owner, was at one time sheriff and collector. He 
 was a man of splendid presence, genial manner, upright life 
 and influential in all matters of local concern. 
 
 Ross Burns, one of our early court clerks, was an efficient 
 public officer and an excellent citizen. Although unwavering 
 in his devotion to the Union during the Civil War, he was, 
 nevertheless, active in assisting 13r. Thruston and others of an 
 extremely opposite political faith, in protecting the lives and 
 property of his fellow citizens, irrespective of their politics, 
 at a time when human life was sometimes ruthlessly sacrificed 
 and the rights of property were lightly regarded. The de- 
 scendants of Ross Burns mfiuenced. no doubt, by his example 
 have ever been mindful of the fact that "a good name is better 
 than great riciies and good favor is above silver and gold." 
 
 Shores P. Hunter, who in the old days was an extensive 
 farmer and a large slave owner, was a man of marked natural 
 ability. Although possessed of but little of the education of 
 the schools, he thought with continuity, reasoned clearly, and 
 generally reached sound conclusions upon any subject to which 
 he directed his mind. He was for almost a half a century a 
 client and personal friend of Judge James P. Ross, and their 
 final parting, at the time of Mr. Hunter's death, was one of the 
 most affecting scenes I have ever witnessed. 
 
 William H. and Frank Bradbury were, during the 60's the 
 principal and, at times, the only merchants in Versailles. The 
 dif^culties attending a mercantile pursuit in the then unsettled 
 
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 condition of affairs, rendered their business precarious and 
 ultimately unprofitable. William H., before his residence 
 here, had been deputy warden of the Missouri Penitentiary, 
 and thereafter he held the same position many years, his 
 tenure ending only with his death, which occurred at Jeffer- 
 son City, in 1896 He was in many respects 
 
 a remarkable man. He had marked native ability, great 
 physical courage and strength, read men, straight or crooked, 
 like open books, and probably, in his time, had a more accurate 
 and comprehensive knowledge of the many phases of crime 
 and the personality of criminals than any other man whose 
 duty it was to deal with human derelicts. Due to his 35 
 3^ears of strict and wholesome discipline, the Missouri Peni- 
 tentiary grew internally to be one of the best and most wisely 
 managed penal institutions in the country. Subsequent de- 
 partures from his disciplinary methods have demonstrated by 
 contrast his efficiency. Personally, he and his brother, Frank, 
 were "fellows of infinite jest." good story tellers, and inimi- 
 table mimics. No incident having a ludicrous phase escaped 
 their pleasant raillery in the old days at Versailles. 
 
 Other early county ofiicers were Thomas Grayson Davis, 
 W. W. Crook. Wm. T. Davis, Calvin Huff, W. J. Puckett, B. 
 S. Walker, Wm. A. Mills. Geo. W. Painter. Frank Lutman, 
 James V. Allee, James McNair, Syd Thruston, D. M. English, 
 B. G. Bowlen and Jonathan Todd; they, as well as the later 
 ones, were men of honesty and competency. Lack of time 
 prevents my giving detailed accounts of their lives. 
 
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 The county has. exce])t during' the period of the Civil 
 War, been remarkaljly free from crime; in fifty years there 
 has been only one lynching and one legal execution. Two of 
 the most astute politicians in the county were Wade Parkes 
 and Judge James V. Alice: while John Briscoe secured re- 
 peated re-elections to county offices by much hard work, effi- 
 cient service and unift^rm courtesy, and W. H. Goddard long 
 retained office by his generous nature and the confidence re- 
 posed in him by the people: Wade Parkes, who never sought 
 or held an office, and James V. Allee, who never asked any 
 other position than that of Probate Judge, could name candi- 
 dates and nominate tickets without ever subjecting them- 
 selves to the accusation of being political bosses. 
 
 I regret that of the early ministry, who made so many 
 sacrifices to establish an enduring faith among our people, I 
 can only recall the names of Minor O'Neil. Isaiah Jameson, 
 Abner Driscoll, W. M. Prottsman, W. R. Litsinger, J. B. 
 Box and J. M. Tennison. W'ith their personal traits I am not 
 sufficiently familiar to speak intelligently: and, "as touching 
 the ministering to the saints it is superfluous for me to speak 
 to you." 
 
 My time and your patience will not permit even reference 
 by names to other early citizens of different sections of the 
 county, who were of much the same type as those I have 
 mentioned : they were honest and industrious, free in the main 
 from cavil and cant and more given to living their convictions 
 than discussing them. 
 
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 From the wonderland called memory, from desultory jot- 
 tings in diaries and journals kept irregularly for years, I 
 have been able to recall many of the characters analyzed and 
 incidents related. I have taken a special pride in the prepara- 
 tion of this paper, because, aside from the happiness which 
 comes from these meetings, they stimulate a love of local his- 
 tory, a pride of family and a spirit of patriotism, all condu- 
 cive to the best form of citizenship. 
 
 1 am proud of the plainness of our ancestry, who. al- 
 though poor, "unlettered, unambitious and abounding in chil- 
 dren, yet, in the main, marked the track of their generations 
 with a line lustrous with right living." "It is the plain peo- 
 ple" says James Lane Allen, "who are the breeding grounds 
 of high destinies." It is the plain people whose simple purity 
 of life tends, from generation to generation, to raise the 
 general level of civilization. Great wealth breeds degenerates, 
 great poverty cramps and defiles. If the business and social 
 life of our great cities where "wealth accumulates and men 
 decay" was not replenished from year to year from the plain, 
 sturdy manhood and pure womanhood of the country they 
 would soon become as the cities of the plain, which the legends 
 tell us were destroyed by fire from heaven. 
 
 In discussing the lives of those who, in this section, laid 
 the foundations of the civilization we now enjoy. I have 
 endeavored to be fair without being fulsome ; to be candid 
 without being cruel ; to exalt manly strength and virtue ; and, 
 where it would not mar the facts, to cast the mantle of charity 
 
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 over human defects and weaknesses. If I have said aught 
 in seeming malice it was not so intended ; but what I have said 
 is said "that I may cut off occasion from them which desire 
 glory; that wherein they glory they may be found even as 
 we. " But in thus speaking the truth plainly I would not be 
 unmindful of the fact that with them as with us : 
 
 "Their lives are albums written through 
 
 With good and ill, with false and true. 
 
 And as the blessed angels turn 
 
 The pages of their years, 
 
 God grant they read the good with smiles. 
 
 And blot the ill with tears." 
 
 R. F. Walker. 
 
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