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not less than 150,000 came to Marion to attend the funeral.

Floral tributes from civic organizations, municipalities and foreign governments came in great number and a profusion of fragrance and beauty. And before the sun went down the mortal remains of Warren G. Harding were borne to the tomb. At last he rested from his labors in a wilderness of flowers and the grateful memory of the citizens of the Republic to which he gave "the last full measure of devotion."

EDITORIAL TRIBUTE FROM THE SOUTHLAND

Among the fine tributes to President Harding that came from every section of our common country many from the Southland were especially noteworthy. They bear testimony to the sympathetic touch that, under his administration, was making the entire citizenship of the Republic more than ever before one and indivisible. From the many that have come to the attention of the writer the following which appears under mourning headlines in the Florida Times-Union of Jacksonville, August 3, is here reproduced:

PRESIDENT HARDING DEAD

Yesterday the country was rejoicing in the news that President Harding had passed the crisis of his illness and was on the road to complete recovery. Today it mourns his death. The pendulum swung back to the grave. The death of any president would be a shock, but the news that goes to the world this morning is the greater shock because it follows so quickly the report that Mr. Harding's fight for life was won.

Mr. Harding was chosen president by the largest majority. that had ever been given to any candidate, but he was more than president and greater. God gave him a nature that is rarely seen. He was broad enough in his sympathies and in his under

standing to touch all sections and all classes and be one with them.

He was of Northern birth, but loved the South as strongly as if he had been a native. He showed his love for Florida. He had spent more than twenty winters in this state and was so friendly and so approachable that Floridans, warmed by his genial nature, felt that he was one of them.

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We doubt whether any president was ever as free from the cramping influence of local or hereditary prejudice. North, South, East and West were only directions with him. All was home and all America. His nature was too big for state or sectional lines. Nothing less than the whole country was big enough to hold his heart.

Here and there, but very rarely, can be found a man too broad for sectionalism but we would not know where to look among the living for one who was too democratic to know class. The rich do not understand the poor nor the poor the rich. The high do not know the inner natures of the lowly nor the lowly understand the high. But here was a man who, standing on the pinnacle of the world, yet felt he was on a level with his fellow men.

The writer had the honor and the pleasure of a personal acquaintance with this great American. The pleasure was much greater than the honor. The honor came from knowing the president of the United States but it was not half as satisfying as the pleasure of knowing Warren G. Harding. He seemed utterly unconscious of any difference in station. Some men would try to make this impression by excessive friendliness but they could not. A familiarity that was assumed would quickly be understood as patronizing. A friendliness must come from the heart that would make a private citizen forget the high office in the warmth of his feeling for the man. He was merely one man talking to another and he talked and listened most interestingly.

He was called to power at a most trying time — when the war had created problems that were not of his making. His countrymen selected him to take the leading part in their settlement and the task would have taxed the powers of the wisest man that ever lived. He went about his work with an eye single to the faithful discharge of the trust reposed in him. He did well; how completely he would have succeeded can never be known. He has been released from his labors and has gone to his reward. History will give him a place among the greatest and the best of America and of the world.

DANIEL JOSEPH RYAN

BY C. B. GALBREATH

As announced in the last isue of the QUARTERLY, Honorable Daniel J. Ryan, long an active life member of this Society and the oldest in term of service on the Board of Trustees, passed from our midst in the early morning of June 15, 1923.

It thus becomes our sad duty for the third time within a little more than three years to record the death of one of our fellow members who from almost the beginning of our Society was prominently identified in its work and active in its upbuilding from a very modest origin to its present estate of more adequate support and equipment, of extending influence and encouraging outlook for the future.

On December 18, 1919, Honorable Emilius O. Randall, with a service of twenty-five years as secretary of the Society, whose name had become almost synonymous with the Society itself and whose fame as a state historian will survive through all the years to come, was called to his rest.

April 20, 1921, marked the passing of Doctor George Frederick Wright, eminent scholar, archæologist, scientist and author, whose term of service as president of the Society was an era of progress in its history and signalized by the fortunate erection of the building it now occupies on the grounds of the Ohio State University. And now our friend and co-worker, Honorable

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Daniel J. Ryan, has joined these associates in the realm of the departed. It has fallen to the writer to record the tributes of others to Mr. Randall and Dr. Wright. Later, similar tributes to the life and varied service of Mr. Ryan will doubtless appear in the QUARTERLY, but the volume for the current year must not close without some sketch of his life and testimonial to his worth as a citizen, a member of this Society and a servant of the

state.

Daniel Joseph Ryan was born in Cincinnati, January 1, 1855. His father and mother, John and Honora Ryan, were natives of Ireland, came to this country in the late forties and settled in Cincinnati. When the subject of this sketch had reached the age of seven years the family moved to Portsmouth, Ohio, where he grew up to manhood. His father belonged to what is generally termed the laboring class. He was eager to give his son educational opportunities so far as he was financially able to do so. The father died when Mr. Ryan reached the age of eighteen. He was thus left in the world with no capital but his health and sterling qualities of character which he inherited from his parents.

His limited opportunities and the responsibilities which came with the death of his father did not discourage him. He managed to continue his education in the public schools under the direction of excellent teachers, whom he always remembered with gratitude, and was graduated from the Portsmouth High School in 1875.

Before graduation he had commenced the study of law with Honorable J. W. Bannon and pursued this until February, 1877, when he was admitted to the bar by the supreme court of Ohio. He at once entered upon

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