LIFE AND WORK OF DR. A. A. MURPHREE


 GREATHEART
ELLU. us not that Albert A. Murphree is no more; that our Great-
WY heart lives nevermore. Dust to dust was spoken of clay, and
not of a spirit noble. Greatheart is forevermore. Death can not
stay his sweet influence or check his gentle sway in the lives of those
who knew him.
 Eager students came unto him, athirst for learning. He turned
them not away; he gave them not gall. Their cups he filled to
overflowing with the pure water of knowledge, to which he added
character, the elixir of life. Forth fared these students on their
several ways, each treasuring that trait of Greatheart which he most
admired. So there shines today throughout Florida countless brim-
ming bowls reflecting the different rays of the same central sun.
 To meet Greatheart was to admire; to know him was to love. He
neighbored every day. If each for whom he did some kindly service
were to plant a single flower in token of that service, myriads of buds
would burst into bloom and sway like censers yielding incense in
remembrance of him.
 -TOWNES R. LEIGH.


 HE WAS THOUSAND-SOULED
CwVERY result has a cause. The phenomenal development of the
 University of Florida has had a cause-the genius of its fallen
leader, Dr. A. A. Murphree.
 An enumeration of the chemical elements composing a man gives
no conception of him. A summary of his attributes is but little
better, for man is not a mixture, but a compound.
 In the compound of Dr. Murphree all men were blended. He
was all men, with some particular character thrust forward. He
spoke a language all men understood. A thousand men responded
to his word, for he was thousand-souled.
 Once in a while God so exquisitely compounds the infinite ele-
ments of a man that the result is shining beauty and irresistible
appeal-a prince of destiny. Such was the case with Dr. Murphree.
Considered from any aspect-father, citizen, churchman, or edu-
cator-he was something more, for there was a melodic background
of resurgent qualities in a minor key. He was no single strain, how-
ever strong or beautiful. He was an orchestration, whose effects
were deeds and whose deeds were music.


-HARRY R. TRUSLEL