overnor of New York State."

In 1864 Mr. Weed sold the _Journal_, but never entirely suspended
literary work. He afterward assumed the editorship of the _New York
Commercial Advertiser_, and often sent letters to the _Tribune_. In
1882, shortly before his death, the country was set in a flutter by his
publishing the whole details relating to the Morgan matter, which he had
kept all this time claiming it would injure certain parties, but as the
last had died, it was now made public. On November 23rd of the same year
one more great journalist passed away. He left a large estate, but a
larger host of friends.

GEORGE W. CHILDS.

No one can read the life of George W. Childs without a feeling slowly
coming over him that the possibilities of our country are indeed very
great. Certain it is that when we see so many examples showing what has
been done by poor boys from the farm, we are forced to exclaim that we
live in a free country; despite what some say we reiterate, our country
is free.

George W. Childs, at the age of ten, became an errand boy in a
book-store in Baltimore, and after a period of over a year in the Navy
which he served later, he removed to Philadelphia and once more entered
a book-store--his natural calling. After four years' apprenticeship,
when less than twenty, with his savings he opened a small book-store on
his own account.

"Where there's a will there's a way," so believed young Childs. He
determined to one day be proprietor of the _Philadelphia Public Ledger_.
"Aim high that you may not strike low,"--how true that adage is. When
you see a boy make up his mind to do something; if he makes his actions
correspond with his words, you can rest assured that it will be done.
Sickness may come; disappointments will follow, but all must be
overcome.

Jerome B. Rice determined to succeed in the seed business, but just as
success seemed about to crown his efforts that terrible disease,
rheumatism, came and deformed him. He lost the entire use of his lower
limbs, but his brain was spared, and his determination was unshaken. An
invalid chair was bought, a colored man wheels him every morning to his
office door where loving hands gently lift him, chair and all, up the
steps of the beautiful building now occupied and owned by Jerome B. Rice
& Co. Nearly thirty years have passed and Jerome B. Rice has not taken a
step, but during that time, despite all obstacles, the firm of Jerome B.
Rice & Co. has b