The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1879-06-11
AN ELOQUENT EULOGY.
Colonel Robert G. Ingersoll's Grafton Owe
the Body of His Brother.

Colonel Robert G. Ingersolrs Grafton Over
the Body of His Brother.
The funeral of Hon. Ebon G. Ipgersoll,
brother of Colonel Robert G, Ingersoll, of
Illinois, took place at Washington, June 2.
The ceremonies were extremely simple,
consisting merely of viewing the remains by
relatives and friends. and funeral Grafton
by Colonel Robert G. 1ngersoll, brother of
deceased. large number of distinguished
gentlemen were present. The following is
the Grafton of Colonel Ingersoll, which was
received by all present with marks of deep
and sincere feeling and sympathy:
MY FRIENDS: am going TO do that which
the dead Oft promised he would do for me. The
loved and loving brother, husband father,
friend. died where manhood's morning almost
touches noon, and while shadows still Were
life's highway the stone that marks the high
est point. but being weary for moment he
den for pillow, he fell into that dreamIess
s.eep that kisses down the eyelidS still. While
world, he passed to silence and pathetic
dust. Yet after all it may be best just in the
happiest, sunniest hour of all the voyage,
SAIL to dash against the unseen rock,
and in an instant hear the pillows roar
among the breakers of the other shore a
wreck must mark at last the end of each and
all; and every life, no matter IL its every hour
is rich with love, and every moment be swelled
with joy, will, at its close, become a tragedy,
as sad and deep and dark as can be woven OF
This brave and tender nan in every storm of
life was oak and rock, but in the sunshine he
was vine and flower. He was the friend of all
heroic souls He climbed the heights and left
all superstittOnS far below, while on his FORE
head fell the golden dawning of a grander
day. He loved the beautiful, and was with
color, form and music touched to tears. He
sided with the weak, and with a willing hand
gave aims, with loyal heart and with the pur
est purpose. He faithfully discharged all pub
lie trusts. He was a worshipper of liberty, a
friend of the oppressed. A thousand times l
have heard him quote the words, 'For justice
He believed that happiness was the only good
reason the only torch, justice the only wor-
shipper, humanity The only religion and love
the only priest. he added to the sum of hui
man joy, and were every one for whom he did
some loving service to bring blossom to his
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 the echo of our
wailfng cry. From the voiceless lips of the
unrepiying dead there comes word but in
ing love can hear the rustic of a wing. He
who sleeps here when dying, installing the
approach of death for the return or 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 been chosen from among
the many men he loved to do the last sad office
for the dead, we give his sacred dust. Speech
can not contain our love. There was, there is,
no gentler, stronger, manlier man.