Not that he had been touched deeply by greatness and wore the mark of it with unconcern; not that he was the noblest friend of honesty and common sense and the ruthless foe of cant, unfairness, untruth and un-Americanism; not that he took always the most dangerous part for himself; not that he was a man of splendid human qualities; not for anything that can be set down in words, but for something to which his deeds and attributes and heroism all pertained--for himself we loved him.

Farewell, mighty hunter! You were the swiftest, cleanest and most valorous of your tribe. You pressed the hunt fearlessly and to its logical ends, not infantasy through the clouds, but in fact on this earth, where the consequences are. Innumerable and precious are the trophies. We place them at your feet. Would that there were demons of darkness and unrighteousness in the path you are now on. For you would slay them all and like it more.

Farewell, O rare American! New York Tribune.