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THE BATTALION.
Baylor Students Tribute.
Philomathesian Hall, Baylor University, Jan. 8, 1898.
Into this world of joy and sorrow of hope and fear, come
good, noble and heroic men to sustain the vritues of mankind.
With bosoms heaving with the silent tumult of natures lofti
er passions, they live and men rejoice. And without a warn
ing to dependent hearts, they leap from the embrace'of glory
to the clasp of the grave. Such a soul, in its coming and its
living and its passing, was that of Lawrence Sullivan Ross.
Nature was kind to him, life was sweet to him and death
though seemingly cruel at last—often willed him retrieve.
He is dead! The great Texan is dead and we are mourning!
May the sympathy of our saddened hearts aid to soothe the
afflicted ones who are shocked by closer ties, and may the
institution, endeared through closer relations to this departed
father, read in our outward expression the deepest sorrow of
brother love. Minor L. Moore,
R. H. Hamilton,
W. M.Grimmett,
The Last Moments.
Waco, Texas, January 4.—Dr. Frank Ross relates the
following incidents of the last moments of his father.
“Father had been lying in a stupor for some time and we
were intently watching him. I summoned several physicians
and we had worked with him incessantly without eliciting a
favorable symptom. About 6 o’clock he suddenly roused up
and looked around. He seemed to recognize all of us and Dr.
Fountain asked, “Governor, how do you feel? He glanced at
Dr. Fountain, and then, closing his eyes, he said, “Well, I
feel like a new man, and I guess I am one.’ Those were the
last words he ever uttered. In five minutes he wss dead.
Just about the time the last breath left him his hounds,
kenneled in the back yard, began howling. They kept it up
for some time, as if they knew of the great calamity and
were mourning for their master.”