The good gray head he still carried like a hero, but the worn and tender heart was beginning to break.

Overwhelming defeat was followed by overwhelming affliction.

He never quitted his dear one's beside until the last pulsebeat, and then he sank beneath the load of grief.
"The Tribune is gone and I am gone," he said, and spoke no more.
The death of Greeley fell upon the country with a sudden shock.

It roused a universal sense of pity and sorrow and awe.

All hearts were hushed.