The Daily clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1866-1888, 1866-09-28

pirations of his spirit, for divine good were,
are known alone to the all merciful Father
who shrouds the falling sparrow in his OWL
tender hand. and hTeathes allowing beneaie-
ton over the troubled spirit that contidIngy
seeks for a shelter under his AlmIgn6s
wing.
As mason. his virtues usefulness and de-
votion to the craft, will long remain a val
ned legacy to the Lodge, now assembled 70
perform Tor his remains the last Masonic
rites due to a brother deceased. Honors
were accommodating on him with each coming
season He had been elected to fill the most
important military office in the gift OF the
people, yet he preferred to be known by the
title he Won on the field, rather than the one
he found IN q ballot box. Sent to the late
National Convention as your chosen repre-
sentative, he fulfilled his mission with De-
coming dignity, and returned to know that
he had served a grateful people. surely,
surely, his Sun hath gone down White IL "ae
yet noon
l believe he was an affectionate husband
that he loved his home-but here may not
need not lift the veil / can never forget
his almos- motherly manner of parting from
his adopted nephew as he babe the llttle
loving fellow good night, and hung IKE a
bee on rich inviting flower, kissing nm,
then gave him fatherly blessing, and ! fnl,
of gentle emotion took my arm, and walked
to my lecture.
the gentle loving wife. alas the widow
She was far away. The lightning flash 1 mas =
already sent the quivering shaft into that
crushed and bleeding heart
BE it ours with true christian sympathy
and deyout prayer to sustain her, when siie
comes, as soon She will, Il poor stricken BIRD
bereft of her mate. to her desolate home
May Heaven assua@e her grief.
For ourselves, | may not exhort you 70
prepare to debut, the impressive lesson
here, and to-day is-prcpdre to Ire. The sure
way TO miss Heaven, aud lose eternal lite, Is
to regard religion-the love and worship oil
God, as a mere preparation for death: There
is not an hour of life, when religion is not
more needed han the last hour.
VIII a sensible man 90 through life III
utter nakedness, and send for a suit of costly
garments to die ia But, We turn from
these, to other thoughts.
\ Masons, citizens, men, let us take up ana
ifear the remains of the victim OF the heaft-
Z : shaver to the silent tomb. He was not a
.1.fact man. Would to God that we who
survive We're SO. Virtues Ia. mad. and many.
Green be their memory. But woe to the
slayer The assassin challenges his maker
Let him now abide the result. Over the
dark deed he drew the pail of midnight. He
found the student ut his books. Professional
business demands the hours Of sleep and
rest We parted before sunset to meet III
the house of God ON the holy day. Alas
and such a meeting Here we are, but
he is dead We weep over him as the
murdered citizen. tie brave soldier, the
generous friend, the good husband, the
courteous gentleman. But, woe to the
assassin After night comes the day
Aud the broad light of day will fall upon
the guilty soul whose damning deed has
made him an outlaw to all civilized men,
The crime is without apology aud can never
be atoned. Now the unknown murderer
has had a few hours OF quiet reflection, what
would he not give to revoke the horrid deed
His conscience, already kindied and burning
like a fiery mantle around his miserable
/ spirit, discloscs the intieXible decree OF
eternal Justice. 1t were enough to leave
I him in the hands of Cod But, whoever he
/ be, whatever his malignant motive, however
/ skilled in arts of evil, he has taken i'll hand
an impossible task. Justice he cannot es-
/ cape. Secrecy he cannot keep. Silence he
/ cannot maintain Repose he cannot find.
/ The brand of Cain is ever on his guilty brow.
/ The winds will war against him. Thunder
+ will Startle him as the voice of Nemesis
/ hurrying on his path. The murmuring
streamlet and the clashing wave, shalt re
| bule him. The song of the lark, and the
dismal wall of the owl, shall perpleX and
/ alarm him. Shadows, phantomS, tctlons,
will hang over his future, like TOPPING crags
whose masses, as he imagines, are waiting
/ to crush him. All sights, all sounds, all pic
/ lures of the fancy will reproach him as an
assassin and n murderer. He will see the
manly form of his victim in his feverish
dreams, as he used to see him walk the
streets He will see him as he found him ut
his books with the bright lamp and the
door ajar-all nnsuspecting, and he will
| spring from his tOTmenting sleep to curse
| himself; to curse the day of his birth-to
/ enrse the honr of his guilty purpose, and TO
wish himself n thousand times dead -
! Waking and sleeping, eating and fasting, III
/ solitude and in society, the CORY locks of the
/ dead man shall ever be present in his tremb-
ling gaze. He will see form We cannot
/ see, and hear a voice, heard only in The ear
! of his own guilty soul. He will read the
| "REWAED FOR TIE DETECTION OF \ MUIR
/ DERERi" and the solemn array of the agen-
cics of Justice will sweep in panoramic Wis
ions before his quickened imagination
/ The writ-the arrest-the prison cell-the
court-the empannelled jury-the impress
siye charge-the verdict-GULTY Then
the final doom What uuutterable emo
tions will wing the wretch as he reads.
Then, Whoa his risi0R is realized, the com.
/ munity will once more rest. Ii will feel that
it has been purgcd of Il moral lepCr,-a hid
eous monstcr-a blood thirsty hyena-a
cold-bloodcd assassin; a heartlcss muir
deter
He has challenged his maker: he cannot
escape the penalty of his crime. Woe to the
/ murderer Murder TW ont.
As was once said by an eminent lawyer
and statesman, Oh a remarkable trial i" The
murderer, if no one detects him, will writht
in the anguish of his own guilt, till these
crct will lise to his lips, and confessing il
will become his own accuser. Murder will
out"
The departed Citizen, Lawyer, Soldier
was my friend, We passed through many
trials together | found him in all emer
10 b..H dc II
warmed at his camp fire ate from his haver
sack drank from his canteen shared his
blanket, on 1le ground. A last adieu to
Col George V. Moody!