"SAMUEL APPLETON is dead! Never has there been summoned from among us a purer man or a more public-spirited citizen. Possessing strong natural sense and the most plain and unaffected manners, he was truly simple-hearted and noble-minded. There was nothing about him of ostentation or pretence. All his _acts_, during a long life, praise him. Beginning with humble prospects, by industry and intelligence he became one of our wealthiest merchants. As a country schoolmaster, during the winter months, he was once, when a young man, '_put up at auction_, to be boarded out in the family that would consent to take him at the lowest rate.'[1] Latterly, for many years, probably not a day has passed without the performance of some deed of kindness great or small,--some act of public or private munificence; and each evening saw him sink to rest, happy in the consciousness that he had made others happy. In a notice of him, as a benefactor of one of our chief charitable institutions, published not long since, it is said: 'In advanced age, and unable to walk from his house, he continues in the highest and best sense to enjoy life. He has, indeed, no children; but a numerous band of nephews and nieces look up to him with truly filial regard. Indeed, the community itself ventures to apply to him _their_ familiar and affectionate appellation of "Uncle Sam." This name, in the abstract so dear to every patriot, could not be more worthily bestowed.'[2] That life, so honorable and so useful, rendered sweet by the daily blessings of those whose necessities or sufferings have been relieved by his bounty, has been fitly closed by a calm and peaceful death." Obituary notices of a like favorable character, and characteristic anecdotes, &c., were inserted in the "Daily Evening Transcript," the "Boston Courier," and the "Christian Register," and also in various other journals. Public funeral services were held at the Stone Chapel, on Friday afternoon, at four o'clock. The Hon. Thomas H. Perkins, and a few other surviving contemporaries of the deceased, were present among the assemblage of relatives and friends by which the church was filled. He was buried at Mount Auburn, in a lot which he had purchased many years ago, and on which he had erected a costly monument. Designing to embellish that field of the dead, he had authorized an artist in a foreign country to execute this work without regard to expense. When completed, it was not in accordance with the simple tastes of Mr. Appleton. He even desired that he might be buried in his tomb, under a church in Boston, rather than in the beautiful spot which he had thus selected and adorned. The existing ordinance of the city rendered it impossible to comply with this suggestion; and indeed it seemed to be, on other grounds, inexpedient.