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Georgia Journal and Messenger
Tuesday, April 13, 1869

IN MEMORIAM

We find the following felicitous and appropriate notice of the
death of Mr. Rose in the Telegraph, of yesterday. We shall
gather up and put on record in the columns of this paper, under
the above head all the words--and they can be none other than
good--that our contemporaries have to say of one who was such
an honorable member of the profession.

DEATH OF SIMRI ROSE -We are sitting alone in the Telegraph
office -- the sole representative of business or letters in its
ample domain--for every other person connected with the office
has gone to pay a last tribute of respect to the memory of our
old conferee, Simri Tose, fo the Journal and Messenger. The
streets of Macon are in puretty much the same condition. The
stores are closed and the pavements deserted. The people have
thronged to the house of the deceased and to the church.

The Macon Fraternity, the Printer's Union, the Macon Volunteers
and almost every other organization in the city have turned out
to honor the departed and a long, solemn and imposing
procession will follow our deceased brother to the narrow house
appointed for all the living.

We will be excused if following the dictates of personal
convenience, as well as of feeling, we apply these solemn
moments to the expression of a few thought suggested by this
melancholy event.

Mr. Rose was one of the old landmarks of Macon. Although not a
very old man for he was born with this century -- he has been
identified with almost every public interest of the city since
it first took the shape of a small frontier settlement.  Here
he has spent summer and winter --seed time and harvest, for
nearly half a century, and patiently watched the slow growth of
the town--known by and acquainted with everybody and frankly
participating in almost every public and social movement.

Monuments of his fine natural taste abound in the city, and are
still more strikingly presented in our beautiful cemetery,
which always attracts the admiration of strangers.  The site
and the improvements of Rose Hill, named in honor of Mr. Rose,
and where his remains this day will find their final resting
place, were due to the judgment and enterprise of our deceased
contemporary and will carry his name and fame down to the
latest generation of our people.  This beautiful resting place-
-horticulture in all its branches and last, not least, the
interests of Masonry, were the triad on which the more public
life of Mr. Rose seemed to centre, and upon which he perhaps
bestowed as much thought and labor as he did upon his
professional business.  

Everybody in Georgia knew him quite as well, as Grand Secretary
of the Grand Lodge of the State as they did as publisher of one
of the oldest newspapers in Middle Georgia.

Mr. Rose was a man of kindly and genial nature--of very active
habits of mind and body--of a highly nervous temperament
although of extraordinatrly coolness and courage in moments of
danger.  He was perfectly fearless, yet entirely without
swagger of pretension. He was by birth a New Englander, born,
we think, in New Haven, Connecticut, but as we have remarked
has been a Georgian from early manhood. He leaves a widow and
four daughters -- all highly accomplished women, and three of
the latter are residents of New York and Pennsylvania.  They
have the heartfel sympahties of our people in this sudden
bereavement, news of which came like a thunder clap to all of
us.

We learn that Mr. Rose returned from a visit to Houston County
on last Friday night, complained of feeling unwell, and
continued in the same condition until Sunday morning, when he
was still well enough to eat, and no apprehensions were felt,
but he died before noon on that day.

Thus do we survirors have again an impressive practical
monition that in the midst of life we are in death. The two
sellars of the Central Georgia Press have died within three
months of each other, and the struggle of life must soon be
over with the youngest of us.