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stance connected with the death of another bishop. I
relate it as another instance of the tender attachment
of the Negro for his friends. This other bishop was
also a resident of Georgia. He was much loved by
some of us, and, unfortunately, not so well under-
sto )d by others of us. I refer, of course, to Bishop
Gilbert Haven. For some time after his death our
preachers, traveling on their circuits away from the
railroad, reported that they found log-cabins here and
there draped in mourning. My friends, it is worth
while to live so that when we die the cabins will go
into mourning, and grateful hearts will crave the
privilege of digging our graves.
Six Negro colleges and seminaries are represented
here in the persons of teachers and pupils. We, too,
have come to lay, as it were, on the bier of Bishop
Haygood our tribute of profound respect and grati¬
tude. He was our friend, the truest, bravest,
stanchest, strongest, most pronounced friend that has
yet arisen for us on Southern soil. He loved us, and
we loved him. He advocated our cause. He wrote
for us, spoke for us, prayed for us, endured the ma¬
lignant criticism of men for us. Who knows but, in
a measure, he died for us? Fifty-seven years of age!
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