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"Address by Rev. Geo. W. McDaniel, D. D. Pastor First Baptist Church Richmond, Va. At Funeral Services of Mr. James R. Goodloe".

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time of my residence in Virginia. These years have passed swiftly and the space of our acquaintance was all too brief for me, but I believe that I could spend hours relating stories that I have heard from "Uncle Jim." And who that ever heard him laugh can forget that indescribable, inimitable laughter. The valleys of Afton and Piedmont and Rockfish and the sun-kissed, snow-crowned peaks of the Blue Ridge will echo and re-echo with his laughter until the sounds of earth shall die on the echoless shore. If all his laughter and the laughter he has produced were gathered into one stream it would flow across the earth refreshing and brightening and blessing in its course. His original intellect and irrepressible humor combined to make him the center of every group in which he was placed. I venture the assertion that if we could assemble a select company of the philosophers and humorists of the world, this man would have been at home immediately in their company, and in a short while would have been instructing them with his philosophy and entertaining them with his humor. Dr. Hawthorne was his intimate friend for a half century, and was a man of wide travel and varied experience. He once said to me, "Jim Goodloe is the most original man I have ever known." Surely we never knew another just like him. WARM HEART. Beneath his convulsive laughter and behind all of his quaint philosophy beat a heart as noble as ever throbbed in a human breast. It required a great frame to hold so big a heart. Every timber at Afton was vocal with hospitality and every door and window breathed a welcome. Very tender was the tie that bound him to children. He never ceased to love them, nor they to love him. In 5