from The Harrodsburg Sayings, Mercer County, Kentucky
Thursday, July 25, 1901
After a life spent in trying to do good to others, Basil Coleman sleeps peacefully in the old Providence church yard in Mercer County. He was our friend, he was the friend of all he knew. His heart and body were both the same size. He never missed an opportunity to do a favor and had friends by scores and hundreds. He loved fine horses, like all Kentuckians, and owned many good ones. His tastes were all of an elevated nature and though about 40 he had never married, but being a genuine gentleman, he loved the society of young ladies. Our wish is that in the land that is fairer than day, where it is one bright summer always and storms never come, Basil is walking beside the crystal waters of the River of Life and singing the praises of a loving Savior who died that we might live. On Monday, July 15, just as the sun was sinking in the west, the spirit of Basil left the tenement of clay and took its flight to the God of us all. some months ago he had a severe spell of grip and only partially recovered therefrom. He took a fresh cold a month ago and was confined to his bed for some days, during which time his sufferings were intense. Basil never joined any church, but we heard those who knew him best say that if ever there was a Christian he was one. He believed in and loved his Savior, but as stated in the foregoing, his object in living was to try to do good to others, and nobody who does not live that way is a Christian. It matters not to what or how many churches they belong. Basil lived for his friends to visit him and he left nothing undone to make their stay pleasant. Every pastor the Harrodsburg Baptist Church has had for many years will testify that Basil was a whole soled host and a genial companion. In writing these lines hastily, and maybe, unconnectedly, I am feebly attempting to pay a last tribute of respect to one I loved because he was good. May the sod rest lightly on his grave, while the spirit basks in the sunshine of life eternal.
Joe F. Waters – Stanford, Ky., July 24, 1901