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the early summer he had a fall. No bones were broken, and no serious injuries were apparent; but a fever set in that could not be checked, and gradually the vital forces ebbed away until at half past one on the morning of August twelfth, in the presence of his weeping family, he sank peacefully into that sleep from which there is no waking.
He was buried on the fourteenth in Oakland Cemetery at Little Rock. The funeral was from his home and was without ostentation; but all the state, city and county offices were closed by public proclamation, an honor perhaps not shown to any other private citizen of Arkansas.
When you find that a man has accomplished great things, it is usually necessary to inquire about his wife. A foolish wife can wreck the career of almost any man. Judge Rose was fortunate in this respect, as in many others. Though the father of ten children, nine of whom reached maturity and eight of whom, with many grandchildren, survive him, no household cares were suffered to intrude upon his studies or his labors. So frail that there was never a time from the day of his birth when any member of his family expected him to live for ten years, and often thoughtless of his own health, his wife's watchful care prolonged his days till far into the eightieth year. Once when a lady friend expressed the hope that she might die before her husband, Mrs. Rose replied, "That is not the way I feel. My greatest fear is that I may die or become incapacitated, so that I may not be able to care
for him and serve him to the end." Mercifully her hope was granted, and his last moments were brightened by her presence.
THE RISE OF CONSTITUTIONAL
A Paper Read Before the Pennsylvania State Bar Association at its Annual Meeting, June 25, 1901