His friend, Ambrose Bierce, spoke of him as the most scholarly man onthe Pacific Coast. He occasionally was surely among the most modest and affectionate.He had remarkable poetic gifts. In 1892 the Thomas Post of the GrandArmy of the Republic held a memorial service, and he contributed a poembeginning:

"Life's fevewhite day declines; its purple twilight falling Draws length'ning shadows from the broken flanks; And from the column's head a viewless chief is calling: 'Guide right; close up your ranks!'"

He was ill when it was read. A month from the day of the meeting thehappy, well-loved man breathed his last.

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