Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1883-05-04
THE ELoQUENT "BOB.e


Washington. D. c.:
| Again we arc face to face with the
great mystery that shrouds the world.
| We question, but there is no reply.
Out on the wide waste seas there DRIFTS
no spar. Over the desert OF death the
sphinx gazes forever, but never speaks.
| In the very May Of life another heart
has ceased to beat. Night has fallen
upon noon, but he lived, he loved. he
was loved. Wife and children press
cd their, kisses on his lips. This is
enough. The longest life contains no
more, This fills the vase OF JOY.
He who lies here clothed with the
perfect peace of death was kind and
loving husband and good father;
generous aeighbor. an honest man;
and these words build monument of
glory above the humblest grave
He was always child-sincere and
frank--as full Of hope as spring. He
divided all time INTO to-day and to-
morrow. Tomorrow was without a
cloud, and of tomorrow he borrowed
sunshine for to-day.
He was my friend. He will remain
so. The living oft become estranged,
the dead are true.
He was not Christian. In the Eden
of his hope there did not crawl and
coil the serpent of eternal pain. In
many languages he sought the
thoughts of men, and for himself he
solved the problems of the world. lie
accepted the philosophy of Auguste
Cumte. Humanity was his God-the
human race the Supreme Being. In
that Supreme Being he rested. He
believed that we are indebted for what
we enjoy to the labor, the self-denial
/ the heroism of the race, and that as
< we have plucked the fruit OF what
( others planted, we, in thankfulness
: should plant for others yet to be
a With him Immortality was the eterha
5 consequences of his own good acts
7. He believed that every good thought
l. every dsintelested deed, hastens thu
harvest Of universal good. This is ;
o religion that enriches poverty, tina
W enables us to bear the sorrows OF thu
n saddcst life, that people even solitude
1t with the happy millions yet to be;
re religion born not of selfishness ant
st fear, but of love and hope; the religion
it that digs wells to Stake the thirst @
10 others; that gladly bears the burden
rs of the unborn.
In the presence of death how belief
r and dogmas wither and decay! Ho,
AZ loving words aud deeds burst int
X blossoms! Pluck from the tree of an
At life these flowers, and there remain
a. but the barren thorns of bigotry an
W creed.
il All wish for happiness beyond thi
ic life. All hope to meet again the love
N and lost In every beart there grow
10 this sacred flower of eternal hop
Immortality is word that hor
:, through all the ages, has been whisl
- ering to love. The miracle of though
we cannot understand. The mystel
- of death and hope we cannot compr
bend. This chaos called the world h;
\, never been explained. The goldt
- bridge of life from gloom energies al
- on shadow rests. Beyond this we {
: not know. Fate is speechless-des
ny is dumb-and the secret of the t
ture has never yet been told. v
love, we wait. we hope. The more '
y love the more we fear. Upon the to
- derest heart the deepest shadows ia
~ All paths, whether filled with thor
~ or flowers, end here. Here succe
- and failure are the same The rag