Towanda daily review. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1879-1921, 1881-06-23
Dr.. Stewards EuIogy on Mr.. Carnochan.

Or. Stewart's EuIOgy on Mr.. CarnOChan.
Below is the full text of Rev. Doctor j. S.
STEWARDS admirable discourse delivered ut
the funeral of Capt w. II. CARNQCHAN in
the Troy Presbyterian church, Sunday after
noon June 10. The publication may seem
somewhat late, but we were unable to pro-
cure the copy earlier. We extend thanks te
our neighbors of the ReDOrter for an early
proof of the eulogy:
TEXT-It is appointed unto men once to die
Heb .: 27.
This is the season of eXhuberant life. Life
throbs in it's richest fulness in grass and
leaves and flowers. Every bird, as 1t leaps
from tWig to tWig, or floats in the radiant air,
or sings in full-thrOated ease, is instinct with
the intensest spirit of life. June is a perpet-
ual rehersal on Il small scale Of the original
work of creation; it is Il voice crying i'll the
wildernss of unbelief and sin; ''There is a
God who has made all things and by whom
all things consist" Prepare We the way of
the Lord, make his paths straight"
And yet this season of life is by no means
exempt from the blight of death. 1t is APP
pointed unto men to die in June as well as in
December. Death casts the malign shadow
Of his wings over the roses as surely as over
the snow,
"Leavcs have their time to fall,
And flowers to WithCr at the north winds breath,
And stars to fade; but ALL
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O DEATH"
So, in the very heart of this beautiful June
we are come to bury out of our sight one who
was marked by fulneSS Of intellectual life
and of physical activity, but who was COM
PEELED to yield to the mandate, Return, ye
children of men" In the height of his man
hOod-in the developing energy of his powers
in the sweet harvesting of professional sue
ceSS-in the full tide of worldly hOnor-ln the
enjoyment of the fOndest love and increasing
attractions of his wife and children, he has
passed away; dying as Il lamp burns out, aS
a rose drops its petals on the grass, as the
sunset fades from the darkenn% sky. His
body is here, but the animating spirit has
gone beyond our sight into that mystic world
that surrounds us like an atmosphere. We
may cry like the ancients, ''Vale, Vale, Vale!"
but no response of living love returns to our
straining ears and yearnng hearts. No won
der the ancient Hebrews called that silent
world, "SheOl," or the Greeks that invisible
place, 'HadeS"! We hear our dead no more
we see them no more. We must neods live
without them. 1t may be days or years be-
fore IIades opens its gates TO receive our
SDirits--a weary road may stretch between
Us and them, but lone night waits for all,
and Orce for all the way of death must be
trod." 1t will not be long, after all before
we mingle with the throng of the departed.
"A few more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come;
And we shall be with them at rest,
Asleep within the tomb"
This thought may come ike chill over
our ardent spirits; it may cast Il dismal
shadow over the leaves and flowers of June;
but yet it may be salutaly and sanctifyinG
thought. God means us to reflect upon II
when he sends those dark prOVidences into
our families and communities. The voice OF
death repeats over the exemplary prayer OF
Moses: $50 teach us to number our days
that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom"
Death awaits all men. In all the long his.
tory of the world but two men have escaped
death But notice, that, though the fact OF
death be certain, the time of death is tbso
lutely uncertain. Isaac said Il know not
the day of my DEATH" and allmen can re-echC
this truth. We may have years to live, OF
only days and hours. The shadow Of the
death-angel may be already upon our hearts
The fingers of death may be even now upol
our pulses, and the chill creaping along oul
blood Who knows? Hence no man shoulC
boast of tomorrow it may never exist fol
him; its light may fall upon his closed eye
lids and marble face.
/ cannot but call up this reflection as
stand here this afternoon. Here lies young
man-only forty-one; who, when first me-
him one Spring evening in ToWanda clever
years ago, was bright-eyed- bright-faced-
strong of -aVigorous, vigilant live man
I met him in the Office of our friend, Georg
Montanye. They were two gifted ynd mos
promising young men; and both capable o
much distinction in their profession. Nov