The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1883-11-09

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WHENCE AND WHITTIER.
Roieft Ingcrxoil's Address at the Grave
NJ tile Little Child Of i Friend
In a remote corner OF the Com
giessional rcn,e,ery yesterday after.
noon . small grouI,e of people, with
uncovered heads. ranged around a
newly opened grave. They Included
Detective and Mrs. George @. Mailer
and ffafily and friends, who had
gathered To witness the burial Of Nj.
MiIlcr's bright little son Harry, a re-
cent yicsim Of diphtheria. As the
casket rested upon the t~res,Ies there
was a painful pause, broken oniy Ivy
the mothers sobs. Col. Robert g.
Ingerxoll, a friend of the Millcrs, at.
tended the funeral at their request.
he shook his head when the under
,akef first addressed him, and then
said suddenly: sDocs MIR. Miller de-
sire III. Tic undertaken gave an
affirmative nod. MIR. Miller looked
appcalIiigly at the no.esl orator, and
tiaci, hastily Col. Im-acssoil advanced
to the s.de of the grave, made a me-
tion deslo;Iisg aaesirc for silence, and.
IN . voice ot exquisite cadence, dte-
delivered enc of his characteristic en-
t.sts .s}is tue tie:sa. 4. fine dr;xzlitn
gsi9 So heed was
tae i,njla s;nae9l y "a, ,fes,ee
and h.@ jrts fl feis Ire Iif. ii
,its 8 sissisi ,sss stAra a,a. jugsg-
soil asss tinIt7 asiea by eiaser i,at u
iiaabfel,a, a'td His s~3s,e8tlatt thrilled
his hearers with asss. each eye that
md previously been bcdimmea Wit,
tears a..i gil;tiiing, and aat,s becosnfae
h,issnsL tsal. Iagess,N 81; /;
Hs, friends; I know boy vain ii. IL
IA Asis,la : grief with woY.is, and ve: !!
wish II take from every elssa lis fear.
Here III this Worl,i, whore life aud
death arc equal kings, all should l.e
hsis.e ..neagit,n meet what all the
dead have met. The future has baan5
filled With Fear stained and polluted
by the he.tr.lrs, l,ast. FROM the
Wenarotis tree Of life the buds and.
blossoms fal; wit, ripened frl,it, and
i'll the common bed OF earth the patri-
are!ls ;aid i.abes sleep side BY side.
Why should we fear that which will,
cnEie to all that is9 We cannot tell,
we do not know which il the greater
hrssing-life or death. We ca,snot
say tliat death is no. = good. We do
not lncv watcher the grasa is the
cad Of tais HE or the door Of another
pr whether 3ilc night here is not
somewhere else 4 dawa. Neither can,
We trl, whics, is tile more fortunate
the chilli DYING in its mnther's arns
before its lips haze learned to form a
word, o. he who journeys all the
length of Hes nacyen road, painfully
taking the last slow steps with staff
and crntcl,.
Every cradle asks rs sWhenccss'
and every coffin. Nhithcrg:' The
poor barbarian, wenping above has
dead, can answer tIicSe questions as
mtelligently and satisfactorily az the
rof,ea priest Of the most authentic
creed. The fearful ignorance Of the
ono is Just AS consplng Al the learned
and %nrameaning words OF the other.
No man. standing where the horizon
Of a life has touched a grave, has any
right to prophcsy a future filed with
p:lm and tears. It may be that death
gives all there is OF worth to life. Ii
those We press and strain against ou,
hearts could never die, perhaps that
Hove wonk withcr from the earth.
| Maybe this common fate treads from
out the paths between our hearts the
weetls Of selfisl,ness and hate, aad /
had rather live and love where death
il king than iIlse eternal fife whore
| love is not. Another life is naugat
mi!ess we know and love again the
ones Wiso love ny here.
ssrh@Y who stand with breaking
hcarfA aronnd this little grave need
haze no fear. The larger AMI nob!er
/ faith IN all that is and is to he tells
tts Tint d4ath, even at ITS worst. Is
only perfect rest. We know tilat
through the common, wants of lif1-
the needs and duties 1f each hour
their grief will lessen day Ivy day un-
til at last this grave will he to them a
place OF rest and peaee--alnost Of
joy. There il ~, them this console
ton. The dead ID mo-. suffer. II
| shey live again, their lives will surely
be As good as ours.
eve have No fear. We are ;stl
| children Of lie same mother. and the
sanae fate a&aits us all, We, tno,
/ have oar religion, ard it is this: Help
Tor tie living Hope for the dead
10y ashins.t.an Port.
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