Rensselaer Republican, Volume 26, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 February 1894 — TOPICS OF THESE TIMES. [ARTICLE]

TOPICS OF THESE TIMES.

GEORGE WILLIAM CHILDS. ANation mourns! Not for a high official who has passed away surrounded by the insignia of a delegated power that had come to him after long years of shrewd intrigue; and well laid plans that ever looked toward his own aggrandizement at the expense of the great mass of his fellow men —but because a private citizen has in the fullness of his prime been stricken down by the great enemy of all after a lifetime of devotion to tlve welfare of his race. Endowed by nature with a superior business tact and ability that brought him ample wealth —his paramount thought was ever that he should use his power and means in a manner to benefit in a lasting wav all with whom he came in contact — and with a sympathy that reached out to the down-trodden and suffering in all lands. Art and science had in him a generous, iqtelligent and appreciative patron, princes and Presidents and Emperors delighted to do him honor, and the humblest newsboy knew him as a cheery wholesouled friend. To-day his adopted city mourns in despair for her cherished son, and -his great family of loyal employes grieve for the loss of a loving father's care and refuse to be comforted-;' lie had ever a tear for pity, and a hand open as the day for charity, a genius for kindness that has seldom if ever been equaled in this selfish, sordid world. His life motto was that “it is more blessed to give than to receive,” and as he scattered benefaC; lions great and small with a lavish

hand that never wearied, they re* turned to him in blessings anil benedictions. that made his life a joy from day to day and his death a triumph that a conqueror might envy but could never gain. Long he lived an embodiment of that charity which suffereth long and is kind, and to-day he rests in peace and a mighty people gather about his grave with tears of sorrow and of heartfelt sympathy, feeling that in his death the poor, of all lands and the struggling of all climes have lost a friend that can never be replaced. ‘■Taere Honor comes a pilgrim gray 'i'O bless the turf that wraps his clay.”