36 THE REVIEW
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THEODORE TILTON--1835-1907.
[Dr. R. C. Ransom, of Boston, Mass., than whom, as a warm admirer
of Mr. Tilton, there is no fitter man among us to pen a tribute, gives us
in the following appreciation something as beautiful as his subject. We
are happy in being able to present it to Review readers. Editor.]
"The gods are dead,--and all the godlike men
Are dying too! How fast they disappear!
For Death seems discontent to fill the grave
With common bones, but downward to his den
Drags, like a greedy monster, year by year,
The men most missed--the good, the wise, the brave!"
Self exiled, Theodore Tilton breathed his last upon a
foreign shore. Few American men of letters have stood
upon the threshold of their career with more promising pros-
pects of a brilliant future. Nature bestowed her choicest
gifts upon him with a lavish hand. Physically "his form
was like Apollo's," he was six feet, four inches in height and
straight as an arrow. He was both a poet and an orator,
while his pen wrought powerfully in the creation of potential
literature. He was the idol of a select company of intel-
!ectuals who, through their influence, opened wide to him the
door of opportunity. But in the prime of his manhood, at
the height of the exercise of his splendid powers, the sun of
his ascendency was eclipsed at noon by the dark shadow of
a domestic tragedy.
Theodore Tilton was born October 2, 1835. He was
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