Joel Chandler Harris' life of Henry W. Grady including his writings and speeches
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Joel Chandler Harris' life of Henry W. Grady including his writings and speeches
Grady, Henry Woodfin, 1850-1889
In the summer of 1866 I first met Henry Grady, even then giving
promise of marvelous gifts of mind and heart. From that summer
evening, remembered now as though it were but yesterday, I have
loved him with all a brother’s devotion and tenderness. During
all these years there has been no shadow on our friendship and
no secrets in our hearts. In prosperity he has rejoiced with me,
and when sorrow and trouble came no voice was as cheering, no
sympathy was as sweet as his. Only a year ago, when death came
into my home and took the one little blossom that had bloomed in
my heart as my own, he wrote to my mother words of tenderest
comfort for her and of love for me—words that are inexpressibly
precious to me now. Out of my life into the beautiful beyond
have passed the two friends I loved best on earth—the chivalrous
Gordon, the peerless Grady. God keep my friends and lead them
gently through the meadow-lands where the river flows in song
eternal. I know that near its crystal banks, where the birds
sing sweetest and flowers bloom brightest, they have clasped
hands in blessed and happy reunion. The love with which Henry
Grady inspired his friends has never been surpassed by mortal
man. Beautiful and touching have been the expressions of
devotion that have come to his family. I believe that there are
hundreds all over this State who would gladly take his place in
yonder silent tomb, if by so doing they could restore him to the
people who loved him and who need him so greatly. It is not his
great genius, unrivaled as it was; not his fervent patriotism,
unselfish as it was; not his wonderful eloquence, matchless as
it was; not his public spirit, willing as it was—these are not
the recollections that have moved the people as they have never
been moved before.
But it was the great heart of the man beating in loving sympathy
with suffering, touching with sweetest encouragement the lowly
and struggling, carrying the sunshine of his own radiant life
into so many unhappy lives, that now bow down the hearts of the
people under the weight of a personal loss.
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