the record, I am not able to name a single one who now lives in this state. He lived and died a bachelor. Exceedingly kind-hearted, he did gracious acts in delicate ways for those bound to him by ties of blood or affection. His finer spiritual traits of character were known to only a small circle of intimate relatives and friends. Lacking the opportunity to lavish such love as a gentleman gives to worthy wife and children, he spent his love on his native state eagerly and constantly. To intense love he added unswerving loyalty. Among all the native sons I know, he ranks first in devotion to Oregon ideals. He despised the methods of men who extend the glad hand from ulterior motives. He hated bitterly self-exploitation in every form. True to his gentlemanly instincts, he was proud of honors that came to him for altruistic service. He had richly earned them, and carried them with due modesty. Flattery cannot "soothe the dull, cold ear of death," but it is not flattery to say that Frederick Holman's undying love of Oregon almost passeth understanding.
