| − | the Mississippi Valley Historical Association (since the Organization of American Historians) and served in 1923 as association president. He focused his studies on Texas history, then a wide-open field. Before he began writing his biography of Austin he assembled Austin’s papers from the period 1765 to 1836, which were published by the American Historical Association in four volumes between 1924 and 1928. His ''The Life of Stephen F. Austin'' was published in 1925 and is still considered a classic, the best single piece of scholarship yet done on a Texas topic.<ref name=utex/> Though Barker greatly admired Austin, there is little praise of his subject because of Barker’s strict principles of historical objectivity. He wrote of Austin:<blockquote> | + | the Mississippi Valley Historical Association (since the Organization of American Historians) and served in 1923 as association president. He focused his studies on Texas history, then a wide-open field. Before he began writing his biography of Austin he assembled Austin’s papers from the period 1765 to 1836, which were published by the American Historical Association in four volumes between 1924 and 1928. His ''The Life of Stephen F. Austin'' was published in 1925 and is still considered a classic, the best single piece of scholarship yet done on a Texas topic.<ref name=utex/> Though Barker greatly admired Austin, there is little praise of his subject because of Barker’s strict principles of historical objectivity. Barker wrote of Austin:<blockquote> |
| − | He was a man of warm affections, and loved the idea of home, but he never married. Texas was home and wife and family to him. He died on a pallet on the floor of a two-room clapboard shack, a month and twenty-four days past his forty-third birthday. His work was done, but he was denied the years so hardly earned for the enjoyment of its fruits. . . . “<ref>Eugene C. Barker, ‘’The Life of Stephen F. Austin,'' 1925.</ref></blockquote> | + | He was a man of warm affections, and loved the idea of home, but he never married. Texas was home and wife and family to him. He died on a pallet on the floor of a two-room clapboard shack, a month and twenty-four days past his forty-third birthday. His work was done, but he was denied the years so hardly earned for the enjoyment of its fruits. …"<ref>Eugene C. Barker, ''The Life of Stephen F. Austin,'' 1925.</ref></blockquote> |