James Madison Pendleton.
younger brother; as he adapted himself to my
needs, problems and hopes; as he taught and
led and soothed my spirit (like one who taught
and led and soothed not), the memory of all
this abides with me like "a benediction after
prayer." That was years ago, but what he
was within himself and what he was to me, are
as vital and mighty to-day as they were in the
years that are gone.
I rejoice in this hour that it has come to me
to pay this tribute to him out of my affection
and gratitude. And so with a throbbing heart
I present this excellent portrait of Dr. J. M.
Pendleton, the gift of Hon. and Mrs. B. F.
Procter, to the Kentucky Baptist Historical
I count you and myself happy, however, in
that I now ask another's hand to unveil the
portrait, Mrs. B. F. Procter, the honored
daughter in whose home I received the blessings
I have mentioned, and in whose home one day
angel messengers gathered to see him fall
quietly to sleep and to triumphantly bear his
spirit to its reward and its God.
Mrs. Procter, thus called out, was escorted
forward. As she stepped upon the platform
the entire audience arose. She quietly re-
moved the veil, and there stood revealed the