The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-07-02

EULOGY ON THE LATE Lutte
A. TAYLOR

The following is the eulogy on the late
Lutte A. Taylor, which was pronounced by
Mrs. Marion V. Dudley, June IS, 1874.
This bright hour, as our little spot OF
earth spreads on in verdure and fragrance
and song of sunlight, we hardly pause to
think Uf It's antipode in the gloom and
hush of darkness; and quite q, little wh:v
our home parallel sw inns along III the SUM
mer do we think concerning its twin bell
south of the tropic line, now ice bound
and shivering that We may be warm. Yet
such is truth. Light Is the pa cnt of the
shade wand cold is the sadness, the III, zen
smile of warmth. Winter is a penslve
summer with rigid lips ana moveless eyes
when she laughs the expression and
warmth returns. SO ,ceath is The shadow
cast by life. 1t is the frost this side tie
troplC line that there may be dew fall On
the o.her. is a ..lortai wlnter--a sum-
mer immortal When death shadows aud
he, zcs us here VIC are often STD benumbed
tllac we TAIL to discern the light and glory
thai limbs the further shore.
Y-u have asked me, friends 70 pay
tribute tonight to the memory OF a bro;L-
Ter writer, who year ago walked the green
earth with US and reveled IN rs song and
sunlight; heard the sweet tuinults tina
live among the new leaves aud thrilled
responsive to unvoiced prayers sweeping
up from the heart of June | respond to
this call reluctantly AND gladly glad to
be among and greet you-glad to be so
honoreG by the livlng for the sake of the
honored dead. But Ii md is always re
!uctant to plat cypress fo- the tome, when
| it feels its own remlssness; knows that 1t
might have helped to Irvine laurel for tie
warm, living brow. When the heart was
still beating how we might have gladden.
ed and uplifted it! When the eye wac
waiting to be filled, how We might have
fiji ed it with sparkling rays from our D.
proval. When the hand outstretcheo
itself for sympathy, how neglectful were
we In Withholding the fraternal grasp
After all it is for our lest opportun; les
that we weep bitterest tears, and the
roses we lay upon the tomb Launt the
sense in mournful memory of the roses we
might have laid upon the life "''
/ Lutte Taylor was a genial embodiment
Iof genius; intuitional rather than Thought
ful; glad rather than gay; possessed o
insight rather than formal ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
IL seems to me while scanning his writer
pages that his soul was so attuned by ma
ture, In harmony with herself that all the
ljars and discords apparent IN his life may
be traced directly to the unhinged state
'lof society in which he found himself
| One can inagine him. at times, gazing
alternately at himself and at the world
mutely querying (which is right. The {
hne voices within me. these strains Of
soundless harmony that surge up from
the invisible sea within and. sing on the
invisible shore beyond; these hints from
silence and symbols of song that beset me
are they right? Are these mute monItions
from myself to be chart and compass for
my Darque, or am ! to steer by rule and
creed such as guide my fellow mariners?''
Thus Can one seem to hear him question
Of himself. Then, perrlexed because the
preacher said follow me Or die" and the
great g7 - ego y. within urged, ''Trast me and