Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1855-11-22

SUBSTANCE OF AN ADDRESS given at the Tomb
OF the late Oliver Harrington, by o. H. Tillot
son, Nov. 2lst, 1855.


SUBSTANCE OF AN ADDRESS given at the Tomb
OF the late Oliver Harrington, by o. H. Tillot-
aon, Nov. 2lst, 1856.
My BROTHERS To us this is a mournful &C.
casion The fell destroyer, death, in his onward
march among the children of men, has stricken
down one in the meridian of life-a good and use
ful man, whose loss Will be most deplored IN the
city, where mis- best days have been spent, and
where his merits properly appreciated.
Brother Harrington was a noble man and an
honor to his race. While he chose to do his own
thinking and rl,ssly uttered his opinions on
all proper occasions it was his desire that Others
too, might enjoy the same blessed privilege. With
heart of tenderness. and VOID of encourage
| ment for all, he delighted in the prosperity of
those around him. Industrious, temperate, fru-
| gal, and benevolent, he was faithful and truly
worthy brother while living, whom we all iondly
loved and now that he has gone his memory is
sweetly embalmed in the hearts of many friends
He has gone! Could the prayers of his breth-
ren have prevailed over decree of Providence,
ne would nave remained longer with us, for, though
far be 1t from us to murmur at the WAYS of the
Benenclent Being who governs us all, vet we
could not bear to give him up. His benignant
CONFERENCE.-The kindly heart, and willing hand,
had hound Us so closely to him, that it pain
iul to think of parting with our brother for even
short period OF time.
But he has gone And We will endeavor, with
Christian resignation, to submit to the decree of
that all merciful Being who is our kind Father
ana VINO cannot possibly err We know that his
ways are all dictated by perfect love, and ordered
by infinite wisdom And we remember our loss
| is cur brothers eternal gain.
My brothers, permit me to call your attention.
| here, to thought suggested by he present sea-
| son OF the year, Autumn has already done his
destructive work, and we are on the very verge of
winter. The grass has withered. the trees are
| naked and freezing, and the feathered song
| sters have hushe0 their mellow notes. Stern,
cold winter has come. But few more
| months, and spring will again greet us with her
sunny smiles and joyousness The grass will
grow, fresh and green, upon the earth. the flowers
| unfold their beauties to cur view, the trees put
on their richest dress of foliage and the feather
| ed songsterg cheer us.with their sweetest notes,
and ali will be full of life and gladness.
So with mamie dies. The winter of death is
sure to overtake him. All must leave the world
| at last. The manly form of our Brother is now
| icy and motionless in the tomb. We shall soon
follow him. for of the dust, and must re-
| turn TO the earth again. But We look forward to
| glorious and eternal spring time in the spirit
| land Our home is ii Heaven Our Sayiuor has
gone before, to prepare place for us there. We
| shall quickly follow, and meet our Brother whose
loss we now deplore, and the loved and lost of
| earth, in that celestial lodge above, to part no
| more, forever
Brothers, may this view of death and future
state comfort and sustain us, while on the uneven
journey of life, and support in the trying hour
| of death. And may we resolve, here, to. day,
while standing in this sacred enclosure where the
| dead are quietly sleeping, that we will be more
| faithful to God, to Humanity, and to each other,
| than we have before been. The lives of the good
| and true, who have left us, admonish US to hold
| out in the way of duty. Let us be temperate, in
dustrious, prudent, and generous, and pass the
time of soiourn here, that the world will be the
/ better for our having lived in it.