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—t M r IubRARy)I ub RARy) (<t\ r* - ti 11 Hi - V^ 0 * 5 VOLUME ONE. NO. THIKLY-SIX. A CONQUJLnOTX AND HIS CONQUEST ERILY it was the silent conquest of a conqueror—in life and in death! The explanation of it cannot be sought or found on earth. The power of such a V V life came from above. The sudden death of the famous evangelist last week; the wonder ful funeral in sorrow- stricken Cartersville; the special train tendered by President Thom as to bear the body to Georgia’s capitol, and the marvelous memo rial in Atlanta last Sunday after noon—all tell of a powerful life, worthy the reader’s mental hom age and the historian’s faithful pen. Although the daily press of Georgia, as well as of the country at large, has given due attention to the closing events that surrounded the last earthly days of the great evangelist, Sam P. Jones, we feel that it is only fitting for The Golden Age to devote its chief space as well as its keenest inter ests of this issue to embodying in tangible form some of the thrilling scenes which have been enacted by the people of Georgia as a tribute to the memory of one of the great est reformers which this state or America has ever known. It is not that we would repeat what has been written, nor do we seek for items of “news” as related to this sad and significant occasion, but we are impelled to give to our readers a pen picture of the clos ing scenes in a life made memora ble by a gigantic work, the results of which are too far-reaching to be ever duly estimated by mere hu man standards. No long illness was present to prepare the public mind for the sudden passing of a great man—no bulletins were is sued to state the slender chances of life or death—for Sam Jones fell by the wayside, stricken sud denly in the flush of apparent health; yet, like a true hero, he “Passed onward, armed with val iant trust, Fearing no covert thrust, Dreading no unseen knife, Across Death’s threshold stepped from life to life.” They lay the duty of family, friends and fol lowers to do homage to the memory of this man in such away as he himself would have most de- The Sam Jones Memorial in Atlanta An Unparalleled Tribute to a Trite ate Citizen. yf IM ; fe 3 ■ Zf/L igl t i ATLANTA, GA., OCTOBER 25, 1906. sired. His standards, even for himself, were high ones, and it was felt that in planning the last rites for the earthly part of him, he would have wished the ceremonies to be such as would in a great meas- ure continue to impress upon the people the lessons he strove so hard to teach. No ordinary burial would accomplish this, for no matter how keen was the interest felt in this man during his life, his death seemed to increase that interest yet more deep ly. So it was decided that a part at least of the people who had loved him best should be given the privilege of a last look upon his calm and quiet features; and where more fittingly sons who reverently viewed the si lent lips around which there lin gered traces of a calm and quiet smile. Even one who had heard him speak but seldom was im pressed with an indescribable sense of sound as though the silent voice yet carried its message to TWO DOLLARS A YEAH. EIVE CENTS A COPY. could this be done than in the center of the capital city of the state he loved and which loved him in turn? And what building could be better adapted to this use than the stately Capitol with in whose historic walls the great men of the South and of the Na tion have spoken burning words of patriotism and have moved thous ands to deeds of valor and to acts of justice.? So, beneath the cen tral dome of Georgia’s Capitol there was made a temporary rest ing place for Sam Jones—a man of the people, having no heritage of name or fame or fortune to warrant the honor of the State— a man who, with his own indomi table will surrendered to God, con quered first the deadly foes that beset his own life and then straightway turned to do battle with the foes of other lives. Sin was his deadly enemy and with ringing voice lie met it in daily and hourly combat—his lance was always in rest, ready at a mo ment’s notice to thrust fearlessly and fiercely wherever the armor of the enemy showed a vulnerable spot. And his every stroke told— the thousands who owe their Christian lives to him will testify to this, while those who opposed his principles still recognized his power. “An Eloquent Silence.” Death is always commanding— always mysterious and inscruta ble, but in the case of Sam Jones it possessed a rarer quality—it was eloquent! This was the text of the brief address which Dr. French Oliver made when the casket was placed in the Capitol and this was the strange yet strong impression made on more than one of the ten thousand per-