THE BuRIlL on COZ. YELL,
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MR. EDlToR:-On the 3D. of August, 1917, at
tended tho remains of Col. A. YELL, TO tho last
resting place Of the slain warrior-the Quiet
grave. He was buried at his famiIy.seat near
Fayetteville, with military, civic and misonl;
honors. The day was beautiful. though quite
warm. a large multitude of friends ndcitizcus
OF Washington and adjoining counties, met to at
tend the hero 10 his last home, and to pay him the
tributes duo he friend, the statesman and the war
ror. There were, perhaps, two .houasnd persons
present, of these many hundreds were ladies'.


The Procession. numbering twelve or fifteen
hundred, formed in the Public square, and pre-
ccdcd by military band of young men, marched
IN admirable order, to the burial place, to apDro-
pirate music, and with that depth and soIcmnily
of feeling which the death OF favorite Lalcr
calls forth. The whole multitude wore the faces
of those who lament yet honor, the fall Of the
hero who fights, bleeds and dies for his csuntrys
glory. The lament and the honor were sincere,
ihcy mourncd the loss of one who had often
gIaddencI his friends by his smile, had given
wise advice in their national councils, and who,
al tho first stroke of the drum, had hidden adcu
to high station, ease. and social relations and
! Offices, to grid upon himself his armor and in the
| held Of battle to die avenge his counlry's
wrongs: avcnge upon tho insuItcrs the contuncly
.hoy had cast upon America; avcngo the bloc of
our country-mon who had been treachero Isly
! murdered by the MeXicans.


As | stood beside the grave. and bchcI the
grief OF tho spectators, heard the sobs Of the
daug hter Of Col. 1ELL-his only child prcscnl-
and marked tho tear that gIislencd in the eyes
of many Il hard.hanled farmer, who had loved,
and been beloved by, Col. YELL, was tempted
10 cXcIaim, ''ct me die the death of the warrior,
and let my ialior end be like his.'' His spirit
must have looked down upon the scene, and us
he beheId the sincerity OF grief and honor for his
fat b,,l ,,,I,
that Deatls"as cheap price 10 pay for glory.


Many Il youth now, or hereafter, struggling
for fame and distinction, will look TO COL \ ELL
and strive to emulate his chiYa'rous devotion to
his country, strive to reach niche in the hearts
OF his country men, when YELL, immortal, sleeps.
The fire that gave impulse to him, the love Of
country which prompted him TO give up his life
for II, the ardor he displayed in battle. as well as
IN the political stations he filled, will a.. live,
though he be dead; his spirit will teach US item,
and m!usc into tho breasts of youth the sane
glory-ycIding feelings that have led him on tc
50 honorei and distinguished post in the history
Of the State of Arkansas.


But though his friends mourned his death, they
dlI not greve rs those without hope. IELL's
famo will always be green, his memory rcvcrod,
his name immortal, ard when battles are over
and the spirits Of ArAansians have passed from
their telovcd and beautiful country, they will
a5ah meet Co. 1 ELL ard win HIN chant the
eternal song OF Righteous Victory!


From the busy scene of life he has fed, and We
shall no moro behold his smiIo profit by his coun-
seIs nor be fired by his rider and bravery; among
US no more shall his form walk, far from cur path,
the path OF Ilir, he has passed forever. The lur-
mol, strife and RACES Of Lifo's Battle, can no
more arouse him, for he sleeps in his toub and
there let him sleep for he ''slecps well after Iifos
Gttu fcvor.'


Peace to his names! glory 10 his deeds! and
immortal honor 10 his name! All will be given
TO his memory by his country men, and often
hereafter Will our youth repair to his grave to
string their harps of mourning, or whet their
swords for the froy Again say, Peace to his
names! RequieScat in pacc, W.


Van Buron, Arks., Aug. 9th, 1917.