Ohio History Journal

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Under the dome of the church of St. Paul in London lies

its builder, the great Christopher Wren, on his tomb is the mod-

est inscription: "Reader if you seek his mon-

ument look around."

The memory of Hunt will not be per-

petuated like that of Wren in magnificent

buildings beautiful in architecture and sym-

metrical in their proportions, but it will endure

for generations in that temple of respect and

affection, intangible yet real, that he erected

in the hearts of the people of the Miami Val-

ley, and, more particularly the people of


If you seek the monument of Judge Hunt

search not in the quiet graveyard but inquire of the residents of

this little town, those among he loved to live, those to whom he

loved to speak, those to whom he loved to return fresh from his

triumphs in the fields of law and of letters.

He lies in yonder church-yard 'neath the earth on the site

of the foundation of the first church in the Miami Valley.

Down in the cemetery all is silent save the sighing of the

wind through the trees that flourish near his grave. A stranger

passing that way will some day read on a monument that Sam-

uel Furman Hunt lies buried there, but neither the voice of the

wind nor the name chiseled in stone will reveal to him that he

who lies in that "narrow cell" was, in life, a man of so culti-

vated, so refined and so loving a temperament that every one

in the community in which he lived loved and respected him.

There are some things in regard to Judge Hunt that his-

tory or the written narrative will not reveal. These will be

communicated only by means of the spoken word. Through the

medium of his public addresses, we have learned the true life