Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-03-28
country in 1873, can overturn values. Let
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those desiring to come and live with US.
M.4N,S NEGLECT OF MIN.

1t is q beautiful custom 10 nCnOr the
dead. Over their green mounds we weep
and strew flowers in token of our Affection
ate remembrance. In honor of tr.eir deeds
monuments are builded to them, and by
various tender and respectful tokens we
keep their memories green. The grave
buries every defect and covers every error,
and we dwell in our medIt;Ations only upon
the recollections of the traits and charac-
teristics that were the most exalted and
useful. The inclination to do these things
is bright and luminous credit
to our common humanity. 1t
is a poetic relief to the harsher and more
selfish hues of life that mankind are not
unforgetful, that those whose heart throbs
have ceased forever, contributed something
that made the world better for their having
| been in it.
But there is another side to this picture
of human kind, and indeed it often seems
as if many of the tributes paid at the
tomb of irreparable, irrevocable loss, arise
from the complication produced by the
careless neglect of the living. Just now
we are Witnessing the grand and appropri-
ate memorial tribute paid to the remains
of John Howard Payne, whose casket has
been brought to our shores from far away
Tunis. The touching story of the author OF
| 'Home, Sweet Home" is too familiar to re-
quire more than a passing allusion. He
comes back to be entombed with almost
regal honors, in the city which he left fol
| fho 1oc 81 in 10 fba ~,
der of his brief span of life san exile from
home" A 1.-THE of the lavish expenditure
now bestowed upon the remains of tn,
poet, who died thirty years ago, would have
given him a sweet home, and the peace o.
mind that is dearer than all. But NJ
generous heart was touched by his neees
sity, no endeavor made to relieve his need
and give him cheer and courage. Now hi
name is on every tongue, his remains
lie in state in the great
est city of his country, ant
he lives forever in the hearts of his coun
trymen. 1t is difficult to realize that tn
individual to whose memory all this HON
age is paid was so poor in purse that h
did not possess the means to repay LOAF
of two dollars and half made to him by
friend nearly as poor as himself, before b
left his native lands to die among strang
ers.
But the case of poor Payne is not ex
ceptional, though it is eminently illustra
tive. Down the long line of the centuris
comes the old, old story of the neglect o
the living by the living.
Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead,
Through which the living Homer begged hi
bread.
How many of the children of soul an
genius have shared in such destinies, an
'. felt the pangs and shafts of outrageou
fortune. But the injunction to love tn
neighbor as thysslf is lesson the worl
has never learned, and it may be feare
it never will. There are here an
, there few, very few, noble philanthrc
pists whose mission IS to love their felloy
men, while the multitude pass by ON th
other side. II will be happier day fo
, humanity, if such day should ever davl
|, when there May be seen the ideal an
faithful, afsctionste discharge of our du
!, ties to the living. Then indeed might b
!, woven the chaplet of flowers and the bear
ties of nature and art made to surmoun
: the tomb, without shocking the sense b
the holiowness of an DESTINATIONS mooker,