The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1879-06-03
EB0N INGERS0LL'S BURIAL.
MS BROTHER ROBERT UTTERING A
EULOGY OTER THE COFFIN

Tribute TO the Dead Nun and an Exposi-
tion OF hi. BeiIef-The Promise NJ ade by the
Brotherr-Their Remarkable Attachment.
WASHINGTON, June 2.-Gathered at the
funeral OF the late Ebon @. Ingersoll ex-mem-
Der OF Congress from Illinois. this afternoon,
were many members OF the Cabinet, Senators,
members OF the House. and others. They
crowded into the house and filed the yard
while Robert InRersoll. the dead mans brother.
read a euoRy. He stood at the head Of the cof-
fin. reading from the manuscript which he laid
upon the lid over the face OF his dead brother.
The speakers emotions several times over
came him, and he finished his euloRy in sob
bing words.
Colonel InRersoll said: My friends. am
going to do that which the dead oft promised
he would do for me. Tho loved and loving
brother. husband. father. friend died where
manhood's morning almost touches noon. and
while the shadows still we're falling toward
the west. He had not passed on llfe's
highway the stone that marks the high
est point. but. being weary for mo-
ment. he lay down by the waysde and.
using his burden for pillow. fell
into that dreamless sleep that kisses down his
eyelids still. While yet in love with life and
raptured with the world. he passed to silence
and pathetic dust. Yet. after all it may be- best
lust in the happest sunniest hour OF all the
voyage, Wnlle eager winds are Kissing every
sail TO dash against the unseen rock. and In an
instant hear the billows ronr above a sunKen
ship. For whether in mid sen or 'mong
the breakers Of the farther shore, q wreck must
mark at last the end Of each and all, and every
life, no matter II its every hour Is rich with love
and every moment jewclled with joy. will at its
close become n tragedy as sad and deep and
dark as can be- woven OF the warp and wOof OF
mystery and death. This brave and tender
mnn in every storm Of life was oak and rock.
hut in the sunshine he was vine and
flower. He was the friend Of all heroic souls.
He climbed the heights and left all superst-
tions far below, while on his forehead fell the
golden dnwning OF grandcr day. He loved
the beautiful. and was with color. form. and
weak. and with willing hand gave aims. and
with loyal heart and with the purest hand he
faithfully discharged all public trusts. He was
a worshtpper OF liberty; friend OF the OPP
quote the words: For Justice all place temple
and all season summer" He believed that hap
piness was the only good. reason the only
torch justice the only worshipper. humanity the
only religion. and love the only priest. He
added to the sum OF human Joy, and vera every
one for whom he did some loving service TO
g brlng blossom 10 his grave he would sleep, to-
night beneath wilderness OF flowers. Life is
n narrow vale between the cold and barren
peaks OF two eternities. We strive In vain 20
look beyond the heights We cry aloud. ana
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 mistnking
the approach of death for the return OF health.
whispered with his latest breath. " 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 been chosen from
among the many men he loved to do the last sad
Speech cannot contain our love. There was.
there Is. no gentler. stronger. manlier man.