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Show GEORGE A. LOWE. It was like him to keep on his harness to the kst, and then, his work finished, to fold his arms and go noiselessly to his last sleep. His death Is a great loss to this city and state. He was one of the foremost of our citizens. If he ever made mistakes mis-takes they were of the head, not the heart. He was public spirited; he loved progress; his brain was so clear that he understood perfectly that the public and private interests of the city were inter dependent; that there could not be public clash' ings without private losses; he was blessed In business, but he kept his heart warm and held his fortune as a trust always. No one save himself knew anywhere near the measure of his charities. When people say he died before his time, they forget for-get that for years his books with the Infinite have been balanced nightly; that however much his loss may be to family, and city, and state, his work was always, for his own soul, finished. He was a Christian gentleman who lived, every day, his religion. Life was very earnest with him, early and late he toiled to meet his manifold duties, du-ties, but there was not a moment when he was not ready for the transition that has come to him. When such a man is, without premonition, called away, the shock is fearful in the home of which he was the stay. Poor human affection will have its way and the cries are as pitiable as were those of Rachael when calling for her children that were not, but still there should be a little comfort above the desolation in the thought that were all men such men as was George A. Lowe, there would be no need of governments, or courts, or prisons, or guardians, not much need of a heaven heav-en above, for heaven would be here. |