The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1879-06-12
ELOQUENT EULOGY.

WASHINGTON, June 2.-The funeral of
Ebon C. Ingersoll, brother of Col. Rob
ert G.. Ingersoll, of Illinois, took place
at his residence this afternoon. The
ceremonies were extremely simple, con-
sisting of viewing the remains by rela-
tives and friends and funeral Grafton by
Col. Robt. G.. Ipgersoll. 4 large num-
ber OF distinguished gentlemen were
present, including Secretary Sherman,
assistant secretary Hawley, Senator
Blaine, Voorhees,, Paddock, Allison and
Logan, and Thomas Henderson, 7. c..
Pound, Vim. NJ Morrison, Gen. Jeffreys,
Gen. Williamson, Col. Jas. Fishbacl,
and others. The pail bearers were Sen
ators Blaine. yoorhoes, David Davis,
Paddock and Allison, Col. Ward Lamon,
Jeremiah Wilson, OF Indiana, and Thos
Boyd, Illinois.
The following is the Grafton of Col.
Ingersoll, which was received by ali
present with marks OF deep and sincere
feeling and sympathy:
My friends--I am going to do that
which the dead oft promised he would
do for me. The loved and loving broth
er, husband, father, friend, died where
manhood's morning almost touches noon
and while the shadows were still falling
toward the west. He had not passed on
life's highway the stone that marks the
highest point, but being weary for
moment he laid down by the wayside,
and using his burden for pillow fell
into that dreamless sleep that kisses
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, just in the hap
piest, sunniest hour of all the voyage,
while eager winds are kissing every saul,
to dash against the unseen rock and in
an instant hear the pillows roar, sunk
ell ship; for whether in midsea or 'monG
the breakers Of the farther shore, a 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
jeweled with joy, will, at its close be-
come tragedy as 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 sunshine was vine and flower. He
was the friend of heroic souls. He
climbed the heights and left all super
stitions far below, while on his forehead
fell the glorious dawning of q 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 purest hand he faith
fully discharged all public trusts. He
was worshipper of liberty, friend of
the oppressed. A thousand times / have
heard him quote the words, ''for justice
all place temple, and all season sum
mer." He believed that happiness was
the only good, reason the only torch,
justice the only worshipper, humanity
the only religion and love the priest.
He added to the sum of human Joy; and
were everyone 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 wailing cry. From the
voiceless lips of the unreplying dead
there comes no word; but in the night
of death hope sees a star, and listening
love can hear the rustic OF a wing. He
who sleeps here, when dying, mistaking
approach of death for the return of
health, whispered with his latest breath,
| 81 aul better now" Let us believe, in
spite OF doubts and dogmas, and tears
and fears, that these words are true of
ali the countless dead.
! And now, to you who have been chos-
/ en- from among the many men he loved,
/ to do the last office for the dead, we give
his sacred dust. Speech cannot contain
our love. There was, there is no gentler
/ stronger, manlier man"