Daily globe., 1879-06-04
Municipal Court.
Duane Porter, drunk, $500.
Napoleon Marchinau, same.
Charley Porter, disturbing peace, $3.50.

Col, Ingersoll's Tribute to His Deceased
Brother.
The following is the Grafton of Col.
R obert G Ingersoll delivered over the re-
mains of his dec eased brother, Hon. Eber
G. Ingersoll, at the obsequies in Washing
ton Monday: my friends, am going to
do that which the dead oft promised he
would do for me. The loved and loving
brother, father, friend, died where man
hoods morning almost touches noon and
while the shadows were still falling toward
the west. He had not passed on life's high
way the stone that marks the highest point,
but being weary for a moment he laid
down by the wayside, and using his burden
for. a pillow, fell into that dreamless sleep
that kisses down his eyelids still. While
yet in love with life and enraptured with
the world, he passed to silence and pathetic
dust. Yet, after all, it may be best. Just
in the hsppiest, sunniest hour of all the
voyage, while eager winds are kissing every
sail, to dash against the unseen rock and in
an instant hear the pillows roar, sunken
ship, for whether in mid sea, or among the
breakers of the farther shore, wreck must
mark at last the end of each and all, and
every life, no matter if its every hour is rich
with love and every moment jewelled with
Joy, will at its close become a tragedy SO
sad and deep and dark as can be woven of
the warp and woof of mystery and death.
This brave and tender man in every storm
of life was oak and rock, but in the sun
shine he was vine and flowers. He was the
friend of all heroic souls. He climbed the
heights and left all superstitions far below,
while on his forehead fell the golden dawn
ing of grander day. He loved the beauti-
full, and was with color, form and music
touched to tears. He sided with the weak
and with willing hand gave aims. With a
loyal heart and with the purest hand, he
faithfully discharged all public trusts. He
was worshiper of liberty, friend of the
oppressed. A thousand times have heard
him quote the words, "For justice, all place a
temple and all season summer" He be-
lieved that happiness was the only good,
reason the only torch; Justice the only wor-
shipper, humanity the only religion, and
love tho priest. He added the sum of hu-
man joy, and were every one for whom he
did some loving service to bring blossom
to the grave, he would sleep tonight beneath
wilderness of flowers.
Life is narrow vale between the cold and
barren peaks Of two eternities. We strive in
vain to look beyond the heights. We cry
aloud and the only answer is tho echo of our
wailing cry. From the voiceless lips OF the
unreplying dead there comes no word, but
In the night of death, hope sees star, and
listening love can hear the rustic of wing
He who sleeps here, when dying, nljstakine
the approach of death for the return OF
health, whispered with his latest breath, 81
am better now" Let US believe, in spite Of
doubts and dogmas, and tears and fears, that
these dear words are true of all the countless
dead. And now to you, who have beer
chosen from among the many men he loved
to do the last sad Office for the dead, we give
his sacred dust. Speech cannot contain oul
love. There was, there is, no gentler
stronger, manlier man.