McMullen was an all-around good fellow, and when he died in 1881 he left a host of friends to mourn his loss.
J.P.Sensenderfer accompanied the club as, a substitute, as did Timothy Murnane, and both were good, all-around ball players, and are both still in the land of the living and doing more than well, Philadelphia being the abiding place of the former, while the last named is the sporting editor of the "Boston Globe." I take particular pride in calling the attention of the public to the fact that but one player of all those making the trip went wrong in the after years, that one being George W.Hall, who accompanied the Bostons as a substitute and who in company with A.H.Nichols, James H.Craver and James A.Devlin was expelled by the Louisville Club in 1877 for crooked playing, they having sold out to the gamblers.
That there should have been but one black sheep among so many, in my estimation speaks well for the integrity of ball players as a class and for the Argonauts of 1874 in particular.
That the great majority of these men have also made a success in other lines of business since they retired from the profession is also an argument in favor of teaching the young athletic sports.

A successful athlete must be the possessor of courage, pluck and good habits, and these three attributes combined will make a successful business man no matter what that particular line of business may be.
For the companions of that, my first trip across the Atlantic, who are still in the land of the living I have still a warm place in my heart.

I have both slept and eaten with them, and if we have disagreed in some particulars it was an honest disagreement.

Whenever the information comes to me that some one of them is doing particularly well, I am honestly glad of it, and I have faith enough in human nature to believe that they have the same feeling so far as I am concerned.
For the two that are dead I have naught but kind words and pleasant memories.

They were my friends while living, and dead I still cherish their memory.
To me they are not dead, only sleeping..