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Show TRIBUTE T0i JOHN T. SMYTH PIONEER OF OGDEN LEFT HOST OF FRIENDS TO MOURN. Memories of tho Oldtlme Chester-fleldian Chester-fleldian Gentleman Recalled By Prominent Persons. The following tribute to John T. Smyth is contributed by Dr. A- 3. Condon: Con-don: "A few weeks ago all that was mortal mor-tal of an Ogden oldtimer and much respected citizen, Mr. John T. Smyth, was tenderly laid away "Under the low green turf whoso curtain never outward out-ward swings,' and sorrowfully the mourners took tneir ways along tne brown paths that lead from the city of the dead, and the lone sleeper was left 'to silence and pathetic dust.' "Mr. John T. Smyth was an unusual unus-ual man. a typical Irishman of yo olden time, and his ready wit, superb su-perb good nature and strong physical manhood were redolent of 'his native roil. Keen, indeed, was his sense or honor, a kindness was never forgotten, for-gotten, and none sought to do him iajury for an ever-bubbling fountain nf bonhomie, coupled with a sort of homenpun dignity of the real Ches-.tcrfieldian Ches-.tcrfieldian brew, disarmed the enemy ere the attack was begun. "And so, Mr. John T. Smyth lived a friend to everybody, and when he died 'mourners went about tho streets.' He was' born and reared to early manhood where the shamrock is a holy symbol, and though ho loved his adopted country' with a lov-ei's lov-ei's devotion, yet his love tor old ire-land ire-land was almost an adoration; and the theme of her ancient glory and tho dream ot her future liberation rfcver ceased to warm tho cockles ot his heart. With equal Constance ho loved tho land of his adoption and his native soil, even as a mother's leve, grows with ever expanding and pervading affection for her ever increasing in-creasing brood. .."He was educated and, In a way, was brilliant; ho spoke his native tonsue. the ancient Gaelic with facll- it-, and Oscian's sonorous periods were his delight. He was familiar with the legends, the traditions, tho folklore of the land of Emmett and O'Connell, tho land where bis lather and mother sleep with their kindred, and whose dust mingles with that ot their mediaeval ancestors. All theso he loved, for a love of early days and bygone scenes Is an inspiration ot patriotism; and who does not love tiiese, whether it be the Esquimaux in his hut of Ice, or the South Sea Islander under a roof of dried grass; who does not thrill at the recollection of the room where he first saw the light and heard his mothers voice will not be a patriot under the aegis of anv flag. "John T. Smyth was a good neighbor, neigh-bor, and a link in the lamlly circle is broken and will be mended never. Ago but added wisdom to a somewhat remarkable re-markable memory, which made him a most interesting recounter of incidents inci-dents and events when the spirit long syne was on, and the ready fountain foun-tain of his conversational powers were losened by the presence of family and fiicnds around the ruddy fireside In the long wlntor evenings. Tho journey jour-ney of life is short, however many the years, and though the dally'events seem important to the Individual, yet on the Bcroll ot timo and among the -loiiv wrmders that absorb the mind of the great world they are so trilling and ephemeral that we cry out with good Rip Van Winkle, 'alas, that we are bo soon forgotten.' But while they live those who best knew tho subject of this sketch will remember vlth pleasure tho genial nature of him we shall see no more in this world. So quietly and peacelully did he pass away that Instinctively would ono think of Alfred Tennyson's 'Crossing the Bar.' "Sunset and evening 6tar, And one clear call for mo; And may there be no moaning or tho bar When I put out to sea, " 'Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark; And may there be no sadness ot fare-well, fare-well, W hen I embark. 'For tho' from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear mo far, I hope to see my pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. |