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For he was a naturalist 'first and always, 

 his art a perfectly spontaneous utterance, 

 which might have been In paragraph or 

 poem, had it not from childhood quickly 

 shaped Itself In color and clay. A 6tory 

 seema to go with every animal portrait of 

 Mr. Pope's, R*id the pity is that only the 

 picture was given to the public. But what 

 a human companion his endless fund of in- 

 cident and anecdote made him. His story 

 of Jumbo and the locked freight oar ! And 

 the old Brookiine dog who lost his voice and 

 couldn't bark, but sot a neighbor dog t6 

 1>ark for him ! I do not know how great 

 B.n artist he was. I only know his gentle- 

 ness, his frankness, his humannesa, his love 

 of life In and out of harness, made him a 

 great man. And who among us has done 

 more than he, or more accurately, lovingly 

 and beautifully to Interpret the story of 

 dumb wild life that we may understand? 



Painter, sculptor, naturalist, Mr. Pope 

 was still more the cltiaen and friend. His 

 japacltv for friendship was extraordinary. 

 It was bottomed on an aJbldlng faith in 

 iuman nature 'and a genius for both finding 

 md making people interesting. Theiojf cut- 

 ting his lawn, a ohance acquaintance of 

 the road, his wide circle of professional 

 friends, his closer circle of neighbors, to 

 the least child, responded to the warmth 

 of his Interest and felt the compliment of 

 his greeting. He called children by then- 

 first names. The day he died Brookline 

 ,put into practice a reform in Its voting 

 places which Mr. Pope for the last year 

 j of his life had been urging In the local 

 j newspaper. A simpler man, a better citi- 

 zen, a truer friend of men and animals t 

 nave never known ; nor a more wholesome, 

 normal, balanced life, nor one mora striotly 

 devoted to life and art. 

 Hlngham, Sept. IT. 



