National Republican., 1880-06-22
GENERAL sUTrBR.
The Bulogy Pronounced by Rev. DIR. sun
derIaud.

cred over tho remains of General John A.
Sutter by DR.. Sunderland during the funeral
services last Saturday
Under the shadoy Of tho Alps he first saw
tho light. On tho banks Of the Potoniac that
light has faded out What story is his liicl
II reads like q romance. His life began at q
time when BonapArto was shaking the thrones
of Europe, and his cradle was rocked in the
very seat of those cOnvulsons. A soldier of
France ut the age Of twenty, and of Swilzor-
land ut twenty.sCvon; an omgrant to America
in 1884; q trader at Westport, Mo-. speaking
the tongues of modern nations, and apty
learning the dialects Of the Indian tribes
his adventurous spirit strcdo across conti'
Deut rife with pcrils and pryatious. RcHch-
ing the Pacific he took his way to the Sand.
wiCh Islands, whore gath ering Information. ho
slecred for Stka, and finally came well stored
TO tho bay of San Francisco. In 1889 he
moved up the Sacramento where he founded
a settlement and planted the fort which bears
his name. His colony, in honor of the father
land, was called New Helvetia. There lie
proved q prince indeed. His New Hclvetia
was harbor of refuge for many weary
wanderer Of The mighty wilderness OF the
occident Hospitality, generosity, protection
cheeTed and shielded the exhausted pioneers
who cane. to him for help. The record shows
that more to him than to amy other living
man OF those times is due tho treasure which
this country gained along the Pacific coast
The expeditions OF Admiral Emmons and
General Fremont found succOr aud supply
from his munifcent stores, all yielded without
the remotest thought of rccompense. He hrst
laid bare the golden veins whence ever since
has flowed q nations wealth He may truly
bo said to have been the father of our state aud
national development under the setting sun.
But ut last, when the nation had triumphcd,
the chances Of fortune left him despoied Re-
turning east ho made his home in an humble
hamlet of Punmsy yvania, and for n number of
years past he has boon in Washington, tremb-
! ling beneath the burdens Of age and asking
for recognition at tho hands Of government
he had done so much to enrich. Congress ad-
journcd without needing his prayer, and to-day
we are met To consign him to his tomb
What u commentary is this upoa the course
of human affairs Oh, thou grand old broken
heart, may heaven bcstow that reward which
was denied thee here
If our great republic has failed to shield thy
head crowned with the SHOWS that never melt,
II is our prayer that thy mournful wife now
bowed down with double grief may yet be
remembered aud relieved Hc was protest.
ant and MasOn but his Masonry was
not soed by the attaint which, alas, too
| often rcprOaches in tho lives of her unworthy
sons the ancient form OF our venerable or
der. His religion was the simple creed of
the cross, q religion OF liberty, aud charity,
and faith. His sword was ever drawn on the
side of suffering humanity against oppression.
| From the mountain air of Switzerland he drew
his inspiration, and from tho tcuets of the Ger
man reformation lie learned the priceless value
of republican freedom, and was trained to act a
noble part in the extension vi tho American
republic, and tho glorious institution Of a
| civilization which is unparalleled in the his
tory of the world.
But his course on earth Is ended. His SOL
| dier life is done; for him no moro will DO the
| In tI,ftI n1,
he cry with the chiefs embalmed in the poetry
| of Scotland
| Or ifa path be dangerous known,
The dangers self is lure alone
Strange, strange yicisSitude of human ex-
perience Here is the lifeless form Of an old
man stricken down in the capital Of his
adopted country, surrounded by those who
are kindred only by those sacred ties of our
common humanity, which the memory Of his
past gcnerOstiCs now strengthens In their
hearts, and who to-day perform the last sad
Offices standing to the dead in the place Of
| wife and children.
Well there is at least in this some lingering
consolation. Amid the ruins of earthly hope
and the wreck of this worlds fortune some
flowers of the primeval garden yet bloom in
fragrance and cast their loveliness over the
desolations of time. From the lifo of such q
man lot MS take courage.
Workman ofGod, oh lose not heart,
| But learn what God Is like,
| And in the darkest battlefield
Thou shalt know where TO strike.
Thrice blest Is he TO whom It's given
| The instinct that can tell
That God is on The field when He
| Is most invisible.
Muse on His justice, downcast soul;
Muse and take better heart;
Back with thine angel TO the field,
! And bravely do thy part
| Gods Justice Is q bed where we
| Our anxious heads may lay,
| And weary with ourselves may sleep
Our discomfort away.
For rights right and God is God,
And right the day must win.
| To doubt would be diSloyalty;
To falter would be sin