The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-04-28
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 Beside the cold clay of Iohn G. Mills, the noted journalist. Colonel Robert C., lngersoll delivered an impressive address " Again he sad. i've are face to face with the great mystery that shrouds this world. We question, but sheTe is no Te- ply. Out in the wide waste of seas there drifts no spar. Over the desert of death the sphynx gases forever, but never speaks, h the very May of lite mother heart has ceased to beat Night has fallen upon noon; bas he lived. he loved. he was beloved. Wite and children pressed the,r k,sses on h,s lips This IS enough. The longest life contains no more. This fills the vase of joy. He who lies here, clothed with the peace ot death, ~ax kind and loving husband, a good father, generous ne,ghboT. an honest man. And these words build . monument ot glory over the humblcst grave. lie was always a child-sincere and frank. as iall oi hope as spring He divided all time into to-day and to-mos- row. To.motruw was without a cloud, and nom to-snosww he borrowed the sunshine for to-day lie was my friend He will remain So. The h.ing ofl be- come cstrangcd; the dead are true.
 My dead friend was not christian. h the Eden ot hts hope there did not crawl and eo.l the serpent of eternal pain In many languages he sought the thoughts ot men. and iot himself he solved the problem of the world. He as- ecp,e.l the philosophy ei Aaxustc Comte H AAaf fN l-x.l kA k.ts< h,s Supreme tsc,ng, and ,n that Supreme Being he rested. He believed that we arc indebted for wha, VIC enjoy to the la Dor. the sclEdenlAi. the hefoism oi the human race, and that. as we have plueked the itu,t oi what others planted, ~c, in thankfulness, should plant iot esh- CTS to be. With hirn. immortality was the eternal consequence ot his own good acts He believed ,ha. every good thought. every disintcses,ed deed. hasten the haEves. of universal good. This ,s rel,gsoa that enF,ehes poverty that cn. ables us to bear the sorrow oi the saddest hie tha, peoples even solitude ~i,h the many millions yc, to be d religion born not a selhshncss ani fear. but oi love and hope, the religion that digs wells Ia slake the thirst of others. that gladly hea.s the burdens ol the unborn
 !" In Inc presence oi death. how hcl,~ss aud dosmas ~i,het and ile. How los- ing wotds and deeds burst into btassoms piu, K rum the tree of any lite these flow CTS. and there remains but the barren thoIns ot h,gotiy and creed. All ~,sh for happiaess beyond lhls lite all hope to mee, aga.n the loved and lost In every heart there gtows th" sasfed flower ot eternal hope. Immortality Is world that hops, through all the ages, has been ~h,speting to love The miracle of thought ~e ean not uadesstand The myx,cs, of death and hope wc can no, comprehend. Thls chaos called the ~ord has never been explained. The golden bridge ot lie from gloom emerges. and no shadow rests. Beyond ,hls se do no, know. Fate is speech destiny n dumb. and the set rel oi the future has never been told. We love, ~e wait, wc hope The more we love the more we fear. Upon the tendsrcs, heart the deep est shadows fall Ali pa,hs. whether hlled with thotns ot fiowcrs. end here. Here success and failure arc the same The rags ot ~teiehedncss. and the purple robes oi power lose then difference and dtsiinstion in tha demostary of death. { hafact~r alone survives. t.oodnesa alone lives. Love alone n immortal Hut to all there comes time when the ieSesed lips ot lie long iof the eool. delicious k,ss of death. Tired of the dust and glare of day, they near sith Joy the rusiling gafments of the night. What cAn ~e say of death What can Ae say oi the dead Where they have gone reason can not go. and from thence s~ye- lzs"n has not come. iiui lr, us believe that over the cradle nature bends and smiles. and los,ngiy above the dead m benedi.uon holds her outsifetched hands"