Life of Richard Henry Wilde Charles C. Jones MT M%. mm THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES Cabors and ilir*, labors and C* (firnuc (Thnrlcs OD. Clones. 3r. t XL 75 5317 RICHARD HENRY WILDE: HIS LIFE, LITERARY LABORS, AND NEGLECTED GRAVE. In the remote and cedar-shadowed 2 portion of a vegetable garden ap- J purtenant to what was once his own home, and what is now the residence of Mr. Fred T. Lockhart, in the *js beautiful village of Summerville, near the city of Augusta, Georgia, ' repose, without stone or even grassy mound to designate their resting place, the remains of Richard Hen- j? ry Wilde. Companion graves in there are in this neglected spot, ^J but they are all unmarked save that g of an infant son of the poet. The author of "The Lament of the Captive" was interred just south of, and in proximity to, this monument g which, more than fifty years ago, paternal affection erected in tender o memory of the delicate flower so soon faded. Few among the living are cognizant of the precise place of f sepultiire; and, ere the recollection 2 be utterly effaced, we would fain re- -t vive and perpetuate it even in this "* ephemeral way. Already there is nothing to inform the visitor that 449624 the illustrious dead is slumbering here. The place is voiceless, and our mother Earth gives no token of the precious trust committed to her keeping. Standing amid the loneli- ness of this forgotten spot, with what peculiar pathos does that plaintive song which, with prophetic lips, he sang in the long ago, fall upon the attentive ear. "My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky ; Eut, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die. But, on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept such waste to see ; But none shall weep a tear for me. My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray ; It's hold is frail, its date is brief, Restless, and soon to pass away. Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree shall mourn its fehade ; The winds bewail the leafless tree ; But none shall breathe a sigh for me. My life is like the print which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand ; Soon as the rising tide shall beat, This track will vanish from the sand. Yet still, as grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea ; But none shall e'er lament for me. In this youthful country so care- less of and indifierent to the mem- ories of other days where no law of primogeniture enjoins upon the son the conservation of the abode and the heirlooms of his father where new fields and novel enter- prises are luring succeeding genera- tions from the gardens which de- lighted and the trees which shelter- ed those who have gone before, where paternal estates are, without restraint, alienated at public and private sale, where landed acquisi- tions are too often at the mercy of speculative strangers, and family treasures, established inheritances, and old homesteads are seldom guarded beyond present owner- ship, it frequently comes to rthat ancestral graves neglected, and private burial grounds quickly fall a prey to disuse and oblivion. Under such circumstances it seems a folly to commit our dead to the guardian- ship of aught other than a public cemetery, where sepulture within its walls is practicable. While 'it is true that "oblivion is not to be hired," while it may not be questioned that in many instances neglected grave-stones "tell truth scarce forty years," it is most appro- priate that to the dead should be accorded secure repose in some en- closure exempt from the casualties of utter inattention and shielded from the mutations incident to pri- vate ownership. What Sir Thomas Browne quaintly styles "the restless in- quietude for the diuturnity of our memories," an inclination to ac- cord permanent and honorable se. pulture to the distinguished dead, and a desire to dignify their last rest- ing places by suitable monuments, have characterized mankind in all ages. Sympathizing in this senti- ment, we fondly hope that the re- mains of Mr. Wilde will, at an early day, be removed from their present nameless grave, and that they will be reinterred in our city cemetery with a suitable commemorative stone. This removal might appro- priately be accomplished at the pub- lic charge. It is entirely probable that the relatives of the deceased will acquiesce in the suggestion. The name and fame of Richard Henry Wilde the city of Augusta should cherish with pride. He was no ordinary man, and his "Lament of the Captive" will in the future, as it has in the past, embalm his mem- ory in the hearts of all English- speaking peoples. Born in Dublin, Ireland, on the 24th of Septem- ber, 1789, at an early age he accom- panied his father who, an Irish patriot, sought refuge in Baltimore, Maryland, from the troubles and dis- abilities which at home he could neither surmount nor mitigate. That father dying in October 1802 and leaving his family in slender circum- stances, young Wilde repaired to Augusta, Georgia, where he found employment in a dry-goods store owned and managed by Captain John Cormick. So soon as be was fairly established in this position he persuaded his mother to remove with her children from Baltimore and locate in Augusta. Shortly after her arrival, in association with her son, she opened what was then known as a general store. It was a small es- tablishment, but it sufficed, in a fru- gal way, to maintain the family. In this business was Richard Henry Wilde engaged for some seven years. Meanwhile he was, as op- portunity offered, diligently occu- pied in general, reading and in the acquisition of knowledge. When about eighteen years old he resolved to study law. To that end he entered himself as a student in the office of Joseph Hutchinson, Esq. who kindly assisted him by the loan of necessary text books and aided him by coun- sel and instruction. While pursuing his law studies he continued to help his mother, and gave his personal attention to the conduct of the store. At the March term, 1809, of Greene Superior Court, after an examination which elicited the commendation of Bench and Bar, he was admitted to plead and practice in the Georgia Courts. He was then twenty years of age. Close attention to business and severe study had somewhat im- paired his health; but, without pause, he entered upon a profes- sional career which he long main- tained with dignity, probity, and ability. The General Assembly of Georgia had enacted certain laws for the alleviation of the condition of debt- ors, which seriously impaired the obligation of contracts and hindered lawyers in the lucrative practice of their calling. The constitutionality of this legislation was vigorously attacked by Mr. Wilde, and his con- nection with this litigation brought him prominently into public notice. So earnest was he in his opposition that at his individual charge he printed a lengthy and carefully con- sidered argument, copies of which he distributed broadcast throughout the State. It exerted a potent in- fluence in moulding the opinion of judges, and won for him the reputa- tion of a vigorous and capable lawyer. His abilities received public recognition and his posit : on at the bar was confirmed by his election to the office of Attorney-General of the State. When but a fortnight over the constitutional age, Mr. Wilde was chosen a member of the National House of Representatives. Defeated at the next election, he resumed the practice of his profession, which he pursued with marked vigor and suc- cess until 1828, when he again en- tered the Hall of Representatives at Washington, and continued to be a member of the Lower House until 1835. He had seen short service in this capacity in 1825. He was an attractive specimen of physical and intellectual manhood. Six feet one inch in height, well proportioned, graceful, with an ex- pansive forehead, black, flowing hair, an emotional mouth and bright eyes, cheerful in his disposition, dignified and yet affable in his address, brim- ful of anecdote, eloquent in speech, impressive in action and quick at repartee, he shone alike in legislative halls, at the bar, and in the social circle. His habit was to rise at an early hour, take a long walk before breakfast, and then, after the morn- ing meal, devote himself to the labors of the day. His intellectual efforts were, in the main, accom- plished while the sun was shining. They seldom extended until a late hour at night. His evenings were spent in relaxation and in social pleasures. During his Congressional career Mr. Wilde was not a fre- quent speaker. When he rose, his utterances were character- ized by careful preparation. His re- torts in debate, while good humored, were sufficiently pungent to be '-well remembered by his antagonists." Never were his arguments addressed to passion or party prejudice. In explanation of the fact that he was rever a warm partisan, he remark- ed that "he had found no party which did not require of its follow- ers what no honest man should, and no gentleman would do." As a natural consequence of such convic- tions and conduct, while he com- manded the respect and esteem of all, he was never, in the common acceptation of the term, "a popular politician." In proof of the promi- nent position he occupied among his fellow-members it will be remem- bered that, in 1834, he was a leading candidate for the Speakership of the House of Representatives. Mr. Griswold truthfully remarks that "his speeches on the relative ad- vantages of a Small Note curr _ j ncy, on the Tariff, and on the Removal of the Deposits by General Jackson, bear witness to his industry and sa- gacity as apolitician;and his honesty can hardly be questioned even upon his own caustic rule, since he gained nothing by it." Perhaps the best remembered utterance of Mr. Wilde, during his Congressional career, was that portion of his speech on the Tariff in which he fixes his gaze upon and portrays the characteristics and the influences of the "Stars of the XlVth Congress." Mr. Griswold has reproduced it, in association with a part of his "Re- view of Campbell's Life of Petrarch," in his "Prose Writers of America." Differing from a majority of his associates upon the expediency of a Force bill, which he deemed a meas- ure calculated to produce civil war, and having allied himself with those opposed to the Administration of President Jackson, Mr. Wilde was, at the election of 1834, defeated for Congress. Availing himself of the opportunity thus afforded for the gratification of a desire which he had long cherished, he sailed for Europe in 1835. Two years were spent in intelligent travel and care- 9 ful observation in England, France, Belgium, Switzerland, and Italy. Yielding to the attractions of the lit- erature and art of Italy, for which he entertained a special fondness, he fixed his abode in Florence and there, during the ensuing three years, surrendered himself to the study of the paintings, statuary, monuments, traditions, history, and letters of this famous city. The life of Torquato Tasso excited his pro- found and melancholy interest. By his short and brilliant career was his imagination captivated. By his subsequent misfortunes was his heart deeply moved. The results of his study of the life and writings, the loves and the transports of this poet, were given to the public in 1842 in two volumes entitled "Conjectures and Researches concerning the Love, Madness, and Imprisonment of Tor- quato Tasso." The materials for this work were collected with a patient industry surpassed only by the "clear and luminous manner in which the author lays the whole evidence be- fore the reader, and by the ingenuity with which he makes his deductions. The whole investigation is conducted with the care and skill of a practiced lawyer." Masterly is his examina- tion of Tasso 's mysterious history. Numerous and admirable are his translations from the Italian, and his style is chaste and classic. The pub- lication of these volumes added very much to Mr. Wilde's literary reputa- 10 tion which, hitherto, rested upon his speeches, occasional essays, and fugitive poems. His attention was next directed to the translation of the best specimens of Italian lyric poetry and to the preparation of biographical and critical sketches of their authors. While engaged upon his ' 'Life and Writings of Dante," through the favor of the Grand Duke of Tuscany he obtained privileged access to the secret archives of Florence whence he brought to light many interesting facts "obscurely known, or alto- gether forgotten even by the people of Italy." In conducting these in- vestigations he learned from an artist of the probable existence of a portrait of this divine poet, from the pencil of Giotto, on a wall in the Bargello which, by some strange neglect.had been obscured by white- wash. The Bargello was, in ancient times, both a prison and a palace. Having obtained the requisite per- mission Mr. Wilde instituted a care- ful search which, after the lapse of several months, resulted in the dis- covery and restoration of a veritable portrait of Dante "in the prime of his days." This event, says Wash- ington Irving, "produced through- out Italy some such sensation as in England would follow the sudden discovery of a well-authenticated likeness of Shakspeare, with a dif- ference in intensity proportioned to the superior sensitiveness of the Italians." 11 This "Life of Dante" exists, we be- lieve, only in manuscript. If we are correctly informed, it and other Italian studies from the pen of Mr. Wilde are in the possession of his son, Mr. William Camming Wilde, of New Orleans, whose purpose it is to publish them in connection with a life of his illustrious father. Upon his return to the United States Mr. Wilde concluded to reside in the city of New Orleans. Thither he went in the latter part of 1842, and there, in association with Mr. William Micou, he resumed the practice of his profession. For some years he filled the chair of professor of constitutional law in the Univer- sity of Louisiana. In 1846 he fell a victim to yellow fever. Some years afterwards his remains were brought to Georgia and were interred at his old home in Summerville by the side of his first-born son who had died in early childhood. This, it is said, was in accordance with his own wish and the desire of those near and dear unto him. He preferred to sleep in the midst of a communi- ty by the elder members of which he had been so thoroughly esteemed and honored. Two portraits of Mr. Wilde are in existence. They are in the posses- sion of his sister, the venerable Mrs. Ann C. Anthony of Augusta. One of them was painted by Parker in 1819, and the other by the poet's niece, Miss Clara Wilde, just after his re- 12 turn from Europe. This latter por- trait has been engraved, and accom- panies the sketch of Mr. Wilde which appears in Griswold's "Prose Writers of America. 11 To that sketch we acknowledge our present indebt- The only surviving son of the poet resides in New Orleans and inherits the literary correspondence and un- published MSS of his father. He it was who, in 1867, through Messrs. Ticknor and Fields of Boston, gave to the lovers of poetry, in at- tractive form, Hesperia, which his father seems to have left in condi- tion ready for the printer. Of these cantos, perpetuating recollections of incidents and travel in Florida, Vir- ginia, Acadia and Louisiana, we may not now speak. Enviable as is Mr. Wilde's reputa- tion as a lawyer, an advocate, a statesman, a poet, and a man of let- ters, he is best known as the author of that poem commencing "My life is like the summer rose." Thus is he always remembered, and in those pathetic lines will he live while the English language en- dures. From Lord Byron did they elicit the warmest praise. Long have they found cordial welcome and safe lodgment in the general heart. They are indeed the offspring of that poetic, soul-inspiring, divine afflatus which the sweetest singeis rarely possess, and to which they seldom give apt expression. Of the circumstances under which they were 13 composed Mr. Wilde furnishes this account in a letter to an intimate friend: "The lines in question you will perceive were originally intended as part of a longer poem. My brother, the late James Wilde, was an officer of the United States army, and held a subaltern rank in the expedition of Colonel John Williams against the Seminole Indians of Florida, which first broke up their towns and stop- ped their atrocities. When James returned he amused my mother, then alive, my sisters and myself with descriptions of the orange groves and transparent lakes, the beauty of the St. John's river, and of the woods and swamps of Florida a kind of fairy land, of which we then knew little except from Bartram's ec- stasies interspersed with anecdotes of his campaign and companions. As he had some taste himself, I used to laugh and tell him 1'i immortal- ize his exploits in an epic. Some stanzas were accordingly written for the amusement of the family at our meeting. That alas ! was destined never to take place. He was killed in a duel.* His violent and melan- choly death put an end to my poem; the "third stanza of the first frag- ment, which alludes to his fate, being all that was written afterwards. The verses, particularly "The Lament of the Captive," were read by the fam- ily and some intimate "acquaint- *With Col. Johnston. 14 ances; among the rest, the pres- ent Secretary of State,f and a gentle- man, then a student of medicine, now a distinguished phvsician in Philadelphia. The latter, after much importunity, procured from me for a lady in that city a copy of 'My life is like the summer rose,' with an injunction against publicity which the lady herself did not vio- late; but a musical composer to whom she gave the words for the purpose of setting them, did; and they appeared, I think, first in 1815 or 1816, with my name and addition at full length, to my no small an- noyance. Still, I never avowed them, and though constantly republished in the newspapers with my name and a poetical reply, I maintained that newspapers were no authority, and refused to answer further." Subsequently Mr. Wilde found cause not only to avow the author- ship of this poem but also to demon- strate to those who accused him of plagiarism the absurdity of their charge. In a charming little volume, printed under the auspices of the Georgia Historical Society in 1871, Mr. Anthony Barclay, for many years the British Consul in Savan- nah, and a gentleman of refinement and scholarly tastes, furnished an authentic account of the "origin, mystery and explanation" of this al- ~eged plagiarism. He it was who, as a matter of pleasantry, and for tThe Hon. JohnForsyth. u the mystification of a few friends in Savannah, translated the "Lament of the Captive" into Greek verse. When this translation was exhibited, some pretended to recognize it as a fragment of Alcaeus, and ignorant- ly suggested that to this Greek lyric- cal poet was Mr. Wilde indebted for the tender sentiments and truthful images which immortalized his pop- ular poem. The wonder grew, and quite a discussion ensued in several of the journals of the period. Meanwhile a claim to the authorship of the poem was interposed by some friends of O'Kelly, who had penned the "Curse of Doneraile," and sung wildly though sweetly of the pictu- resque scenery of Lake Killarney and the grandeur of the Giant's Causeway. Captain Basil Hall men- tioned that the Countess Purgstall read the lines to him and left him under the impression that she had composed them. "The verses had become so popular that they were set to music; and the name of Tampa, a desolate sea-beach on the coast of Florida, was changed into Tempe, the loveliest of the wooded valleys of Greece." Thus did the plot thicken, and manifestly to the annoyance of Mr. Wilde. It was quickly demonstrated, however, that neither O'Kelly nor the Count- ess Purgstall could substantiate the shadow of a claim to the authorship of this poetical gem; and, so soon as the Greek version was submitted to the criticism of competent scholars, 16 it became apparent that, although pure Greek, the alleged fragment of Alcaeus was not Alcaic Greek. There was a total absence of the dialects which incrust the Greek poetry of the age of Alcseus. To set the matter at rest Mr. Wilde addressed the following communica- tion to Mr. Barclay: "WASHINGTON, January 7, 1835. DEAR SIR: Relying on our past ac- quaintance and your known urbani- ty to pardon the liberty I take, per- mit me to say, without further pre- face, that circumstances, which it is unnecessary to detail, concur in pointing you out as the author of a translation into Greek of some fugi- tive verses long attributed to, but only recently avowed by me. If you are, I am sure the task was executed only to amuse the leisure hours of a gentleman and scholar, or at most, for the sport it might afford you to mystify the learned. In the latter you have been so eminently success- ful, if the work is yours, that a re- sult has been produced the reverse, no doubt, of your intention so far as respects myself. I have been stig- matized with plagiarism, and com- pelled, such was the importance some of my friends attached to the charge, to deny it in person. Since then an article in the Georgian of the twenty-seventh of December goes far to exculpate me from the pillage of Alcaeus, and excellent reasons have been given by Greek scholars to show the piece is modern. 17 Nevertheless, as I have been com- pelled to do penance publicly, in sheets once white, for this sin of my youth, it would relieve me, some- what, since I must acknowledge the foundling, to have no dis- pute about the paternity. The Greek fragment is so well executed as to deceive many of some pretentious to scholarship. I am therefore desirous of ob- taining for publication, in such form as you choose, your avowal of the authorship; or, if you prefer it, your simple authority for the fact. If I am wrong in ascrib- ing it to you, your acquaintance with the society of Savannah will perhaps enable you to inform me to whom I should address myself. "Permit me to renew the assurance of the high respect and regard with which I have the honor to be, dear sir, your obedient servant, RICHARD HENRY WILDE. To ANTHONY BARCLAY, ESQ., of Savannah now in New York." To this letter Mr. Barclay re- sponded : "NEW YORK, January 24th, 1835. My Dear Sir : I was not apprised when I ad- dressed you on the 9th instant, nor for some days after, that my prose translation into Greek of your beau- tiful ode, beginning "Mv life is like the summer rose," had been published; otherwise I could not at that short time have 18 passed over the circumstance in utter silence. It was written for individ- ual amusement with exclusively half a dozen acquaintance in Savannah, ind without the slightest intention of its going further. This assertion will account for the abundant defects, and they will vouch for its truth. 1 as little believed that any credit, beyond the hour of surprise among my acquaintance before mentioned, would be awarded to my crude translation, as I appre- hended that any doubt could be cre- ated concerning the originality of your finished production. Metre and prosodiacal quantity were de- signedly disregarded; and this fact was sufficient to detect the spurious- ness of the attempt, and to vindicate me from any suspicion of expecting a successful deception. If that effect has in any degree been brought about, I must repeat, (to employ your language,) that a result has been produced the reverse of my in- tention as far as regards yourself from whose brow, I have had good reason to believe, for the last sixteen years or more, that modesty alone detained the poetic wreath. I cannot say how extremely I regret the indiscreet publication. Truly reluctant how- ever, as I am to come before the public, I shall feel strong inducement to be resigned, if the translator suc- ceed in dragging his author out of concealment, and that event contrib- ute to strip all masks and to bestow honor where honor is due. 1!) With great truth and regard, I am your faithful servant, ANTHONY BARCLAY. Hon. RICHARD HENKY WILDE, M. C., Washington, D. C." Of the pathetic and tender senti- ments which this poem contains, of the exquisite truthfulness of its images, and of the melody of its versification, nothing may be spoken save in exalted praise. In the lan- guage of another, they conspire to confer upon the author a fame which nothing so brief had previously se- cured even to the masters of the lyre. In discussing the use of words conveying "a resemblance between the sound and the sense." the Hon. George P. Marsh, in his '"Lectures on the English Language," says in the whole range of imitative verse he knows no line superior, perhaps none equal, to this in Wilde's cele- brated poem: "ON THAT LONE SHORE LOUD MOANS THE SEA." It certainly is not excelled by those oft-quoted lines of Coleridge: "Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean " And now the question recurs: shall the bones of this lawyer, statesman, scholar, poet, be permitted to lie longer in an unmarked and obliter- ated grave in the obscure corner of 449624 a vegetable garden? Great men are the glory of the nation, and their ashes are entitled to proper respect and reasonable care at the hands of succeeding generations. Will not the proper authorities, lifting themselves above the monotony of a present pregnant with utilitarian ideas and gravid with commercial methods, recognize the general obli- gation, give practical expression to a generous, ennobling sentiment, and rescue from forgetfulness the grave of this adopted Georgian who, without the adjuvatives of birth and fortune, accomplished so much in the domain of letters and of civiliza- tion? CHARLES C. JONES, Jr. AUGUSTA, GEORGIA, September 24th, 1885. 21 RESPONSE OF A BAVTIMOBB LADY TO "MY LIFE IS LIKE THB SUMMER ROSE.' The dews of night may fall from Heaven Upon the withered rose's bed, And tears of fond regret be given To mourn th e virtues of the dead ; Yet morning's sun the dews will dry. And tears will fade from sorrow's eye, Affection's pangs be lulled to sleep, And even love forget to weep. The tree may mourn its fallen leaf, And autumn winds bewail its bloom, And friends may heave a sigh of grief O'er those who sleep within the tomb ; Yet soon will Spring renew the flowers. And time will bring more smiling hours : In friendship's heart all grief will die, And even love forget to sigh. The sea may on the desert shore Lament each trace it bears away. The lonely heart its grief may pour O'er cherished friendship's fast decay; Yet when all track is lost and gone, The waves dance bright and gaily on ; Thus soon affection's bonds are torn, And even love forgets to mourn. arles Colcock, lawyer anc rian, was born in Savannah, Ga., Oct. 28, 1831, son' of the Rev. Charles Colcock Jones (1804-63) who, throughout his life, was the friend of the negro, and did much toward ameliorating his condition. Charles the younger was graduated from Princeton in 1852, and from Harvard law school in 1855. He was ad- mitted to the bar at Savannah, Ga., in 1856, and began the practice of law in his native city, having for a partner at first John Elliott Ward, afterward U. S. minister to China. Mr. Jones was mayor of Savannah in 1860-61, and before the outbreak of the civil war made many speeches in favor of seces- sion. He joined the Confederate army in 1862 as colonel of artillery, which branch of the service prove so congenial to him that he declined to ac- cept a ommissiou as brigadier-general, which was | offered him. Col. Jones >,urrendered with Gen. Jo- seph E. Johnston in April, 1865. In December of that year he moved to New,Irork city, practiced law successfully there until 1876, then returned to Georgia and settled in Augusta. From that period he devoted all his leisure time to literature, and to research in the antiquarian and historical lore of his native state, studying with especial interest the archaeological remains of the southern Indians. The results of Col. Jones's la- bors in these directions proved inval- uable contributions to national, histor- ical and biographical annals. His two most important works are, undoubtedly, " Antiquities of the Southern Indians" (illus., New York, 1873), a volume at once clear, accurate and profound, and which won for the author the deserved distinction of the degree of LL.D. from the University of the city of New York ; and the ' ' History of Georgia " (2 vols., Boston and New York, 1883), of which the New York "Nation" said at the time: "He [Col. Jones] has given us a history of his state which is most elaborate, careful and exhaustive." Prominent among his other writings may be mentioned: "Monumental Remains of Georgia" (Savannah, 1861); " Historical Sketch of Tomo-chi chi-Mico, of the Yarnacraws" (1868); "Siege of Savannah in 1779 " (Albany. 1874); " Life of Commodore Josiah Tatnall " (Savannah, 1878); " Dead Towns of Geor- gia " (1878); " Hernando de Soto, and his March Through Georgia" (1880), and "Life, Labors and Neglected Grave of Richard Henry Wilde " (1885). Col. Jones also edited his father's* " History of the Church of God," " Acts Passed by the General As- sembly of the Colony of Georgia from 1755 to 1774" (1881); and "Journal of the Transactions of the Trustees of the Colony of Georgia, by Rt. Hon. John, Earl of Egmont " (1886). CoL Jones was president of the Confederate survivors' association of Augusta from 1879, and published "Nine An- nual Addresses," delivered before that body (1879- 87). He died at Augusta, Ga., July 19, 1893. 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