San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1879-06-28
Addrcs. Of Robert q. lngcrsoll
us tho Funeral OF his Broth.


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The funeral of Hon. Ebeu G. Iuger.
soil, brother Of Col. Robert g. lnger.
soil, Of Illinois. took Place at his resi-
dence in Washington, on the afternoon
Of tho ID of June. Tho ceremonies
we're extremely simple, consisting mere
ly Of visiting the remains BY relatives
and friends, and Of funeral oration
BY Col. Robert G. Ingersoll. A large
number OF distinguished gentlemen
were present, including Secretary Sher.
man, Assistant Secretary Hawley, Sen.
ators Blaine, Voorhees,, Paddock, Al.
lison, Logan, Hon. Thomas Hender.
sou, Hon. William NJ. Morrison, Gen.
SneHnis, Gen. Williamson, Col. james
Fishback and others. The pall.bear-
ers were Senator's Blaine, VOORHEES,,
David Davis. Paddock and Allison,
Col. Ward H. Lamon, Hon. Jeremiah
Wilson, of Indiana, and Hon. Thomas
II. Boyd. Of Illinois. The following
is the grafton Of Col. Ingersoll, which
was received by all present with marks
OF deep aud sincere feeling aud sym.
rathy: a' 7 ' .'4
My FRrENDs-1 am going to do that
which the dead oft promised he would
do tor me. The loved and loving
brother, husband, father, friend, died
when manhood's morning almost
touches noon, and while shadows still
| were falling towards the west. He
had not passed on life's highway the
stone that marks the highest point,
but, beirg weary tor moment. he laid
down by the wayside, and, using his
burden for q pillow. fell into that
drea mless 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, just in
the happiest, 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 bill.
llaws Year above q sunksn rshipr Ful
whether 10 mid sea or 'mong the
brea kers 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 mo.
ment jeweled with joy. will at its
close become tragedy as sad and deep
and dark as can be woven. of the war;
and woof of mystery and death. This
brave and tender man in every storm
of life wss oak and rock, but in the
I sunshine be was vine and flower. be
was the friend of all heroic souls. Ht
climbed the heights and left all super
stitions far. below, while on his tore.
head fell. the golden dawning Of q
gruuder day.. He loved the, beautiful
and was with color, form and music
touched to tears. He sided with the
weak, and with willing hand gave
al,ns; with loyal heart and with the
purest hand he faithfully discharged
all public trusts. He was worshiper
of liberty, a friend of the oppressed
A thousand times l have heard him
quote the words, For justice, all places
a temple and all seasons Summer
He believed that happiness was the
only good, reason the only torch, JUS
tice the only worshiper, humanity the
only religion, and love the only priest
He added to the sum of human joy
and we're every one for whom he did
some loving service to bring a blossom
to his grave he woald sleep tonight
beneath wilderness of flowers. Lie
is a narrow vale between the cold and
barren peaks of two eterniries. We
strive in vain to look beyond the
heights. We cry aloud, and the only
ans wer ia the echo of our wailing cry
From tie voiceless lips Of the unre'
plying oead there comes no word, but
| in the night of death hope sees star,
and isiening love can hear the rustic
of wing. He who sleeps hero when
dying, mistaking thcapproach OF death
for the return of health, Whispered
with his last breath. II am better now.
Let US belieYe, in spite of donhts and
dogmos, and tears and fears, that these
dear words are true Of all the count.
less dead. And now, to you who have
been chosen 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 geptler, stronger, man
lier man.
There we're no ceremonies whatever
at the grave, but pathetic scene oc.
Cured when the Misses Lawler. daugh.
ters OF the late Gen. Lawler, aud
adopted daughters Of Hon. Il. IngeF-
soll-to whom they were deyotsily at.
,.cbad-,ook tbeir last leave of their