eyes looked into the face of him who had befriended them for so long. Such a funeral has been accorded but few men in our country. Colonel Sanders was also remarkable for his literary and scientific attainments. Although he professed to be only a business man, he was a great student of men and affairs; he was a great reader of history and the record of all nations, from the earliest period to the present day, was an open book to him; he had traveled extensively and the literature and civilization of Europe and Egypt and the Holy Land, were so fully and accurately impressed upon him, that he could entertain his friends by hours in recounting his experience as a traveler. But best of all, Colonel Sanders was remarkable in his childlike devotion to and faith in Jesus Christ, the Man of Galilee, in whose footsteps he had followed for many years. He was one of the very few men of my acquaintance who, though devoted to his business, always kept a Bible in the President’s office of the State Bank, and oftentimes have I called to see him only to find him immersed in the beauties of the great prophecies of Isaiah, or reading the Songs of David, the sweet singer of Israel, or studying the life and character of Him who came into the world to save men from their sins. For years, he was a pillar in the Baptist Church of this city; he always taught a class in Sunday School and his presence there was always an inspiration to the Superintendent. During an intimate acquaintance for more than twenty years, I do not think that I ever heard him speak an unkind word of any one and when the summons came, his house was in order and he was ready to meet his Master and give an account of the deeds done in the body. I was with him very often during his last illness and his faith in the promises of Him whom he had served so long and so faithfully, was beautiful and sublime. Not a word of business care or anxiety was heard around the sick bed of Colonel Sanders; he seemed in constant communion with God, and though he had large financial interests, in these last days he made no mention of them. To the writer of this sketch, his death was a great personal loss; when I began the work of building a school for girls in Gainesville nearly twenty-five years ago, Colonel Sanders was my friend and supporter; during all the years of struggle and trial in the early days of the school he gave me the benefit of his advice and counsel and never refused any financial assistance when called upon to extend it. It was his confidence in a struggling young man that often nerved my arm and heart to continue the work which I had undertaken. And when the end had come, and I looked upon that face, calm and sweet, having the appearance of one who had only fallen asleep, I thought of the words of the great poet and said to myself: “His life was gentle, And the elements so mixed in him, That Nature might stand up and say to all the world, Here was a _man_.”