Huntington advertiser. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1874-1921, 1875-06-24
OBITUARIES.


The BATTLES fought, the goal Is reach'd
The crown Ia on thy brow"
Born In Guyandotte, Cekcll County
West Va, and died at his rcnderce in
Huntington, on Sunday morning, April
18th, 1879. Colonel P. c, Burlington, in
the 6lst year of his age.
Many memorials in htting terms have
been published sulogistic OF the life oil
Colonel Burlington. They are all Just
tributes to great and good man. The
heartfelt sympathy extended BY the city
Council to the bersaved, was like the fra
GRANGE Of the spikenard, that filled the
room where Jesus sat. when he communed
with men. The resolutions too, will prove
like oil Of Comfort, poured on the troubled
waters of grief. Every external token Of
respect has been paid his exalted memory
The City Council, wearing the apPropri-
ate badge of mourning. attended his fu-
neral in body. There was a large con-
course of people, general suspension Of
business, all public schools were closed.
His bsnefactions, his marked sagacity,
his career.in the Legislative halls of Va,
his faithfulness in discharge of various
public duties, as first Mayor of Hunting
ton, member of its Council, President OF
its Bank, and many other trusts, all OF
these have had honorable notice in vari-
Gus papers. None however, have given to
his home life, his home virtues, that word
of praise which they demand, and can the
writer of this sketch, with the memory OF
his life still abiding in her heart, pure and
holy, can she permit his name TO descend
to posterity, without telling what being
of love he was. Oh 1t was around his own
hearth stone that he poured forth the gol-
den treasures of his radiant mind. He
scintillated sunshine wherever he moved,
and We all feel that beautiful light has
gone out among us. Though he impressed
all, yet it was at home among kindred and
intimate friends that his real nobleness OF
soul was most apparent. He was kind,
he was gentle, he was affectionate. His
superior education, improved as it was BY
careful study, and industrious reading,
his rare literary attainments, his daunt-
less, generous nature, and indeed his
whole personality, fashioned INN to shine
rs centre, and sun wherever he
moved. Many widows, and orphans, as
they recall his kind ministration, will
bless and revere his memory.
A church, a community, State mourn
his loss. HIS bounty, his genial hospitali.
ty, his wit, his great versatility of mind
and humor, were so many refreshing foun.
tains, sending forth "sweet waters" to all
around him. But the icy hand of death
has sealed up these fountains. His be-
nevolent smile has vanished. The glory
of twilight has given place to Il night OF
impenetrable gloom. The lone widow
who loved him. and was loved by him.
with an affection amounting almost ia
tender alteration, sits now il her weeds,
whilst sweet little Juliette, lovely cherub,
and two more fa.herless ones.
"Cllmb the knee, the enved kiss to share"
Budding consciousness, striving to solve
the strange mystery of death, looks wist-
fully, piteously, in the widows face, and
says ave have no papa now" What a
scene for imaginative art is that pilgrim
circled hearth. Colonel Burlington was
twice married his first wife has long since
crossed the mystic river. She went home
with her pale hands full OF golden sheave:
of "lifes fair ripening grain" Three chill
dren blessed that union, and one whose
spirit seemed too refined for the gross ma
terialism of earth, God transplanted in
in world more congenial to her own
nature. And now why should we weep
for our dear departed, He ia not dead
but only buried, for his works do follow
him; monuments Of his usefulness loom
up all around us. True many of them are
invisible to sense, but the things which
are seen are temporal. And though nc
words from human lips can pour one ray
of consolation and light, into the hear
and home, that now seems so dark. so lone
~, so desolate, vet upon the lips OF faith
even in Gods eternal word, we hear, VI
am the resurrection, and the life" and We
know that his noble brow, is to-day encir
cled with diadem of light, and that his
beaming face is more beaming still in the
purer spiritual light of heaven, and wha
We call death" was to him only the
taking on of that eternal life which
"iade,h not away" He went in the morn
ing. ("Joy cometh in the morning.) lie
went when the sky was all beauty. ant
the world was all bliss. ere the dews had
gone to heaven, or the stars had gone tC
God. lie met death with calm christian
forttude. He approached his grave
SUSTAINED, and soothed nv an unfal'ering trust
Like one who wraps the drapery Of his conch
About him, aud lies Iowa 10 pleasant dreams.