Mohave County miner., 1884-04-06

|tl AF't tlil5 us On GO IDilOWluB III Jnel
 ststz A trying to make the world happy
 As they had lived together in love and uni
 son, it seems to me that in death-if dit
 they must--no greater boon cou!c
 have been asked and granted, thun that O
 passing to the hereafter hand in hand
 How grand must have been their joy
 father. mother, daughter-locked in eacl
 others existence passing under the great
 arch of triumph into the abode of eterna
 knowledge. To know that those one loves
 will never Ie,vs us, in life or death, should
 send thrill of happiness through the most
 indifferent frame.
 These terrible and unforeseen accident:
 make us sad beyond expression, but let Us
 remember that the creator Of life was but a shadow in intellect compared with him who conceived the idea of death. For what is life but to be bound to this earth. full of misery at best bound to 1t beyond our power of help. compelled to stay whether W 6 will or na; and the few moments of happj- ness that chance in our lives, are but the Bunbeams Of brighter existence. But how
 rand Is the b0GEdless vista which death opens to us,when the endless cycle of etern- y bursts upon our vision in all the glory of an ever living God. Not the God of dognas and schisms, but that God who floats in safety upon tie fathomlesss deep the tiny boat of the insect filled with its eight thou sand eggs-that God who sends to us the ray of light cut of that bright star from, to US. the utmost confines of space. which has taken twelve millions of years in it's passag age-that God who stretches ou. for our support his b0undles3 hand so flied with meroy and love that TO other attributes can find resting place therein. Let him. I say, sink into your souls like the gilded sunbeam sinks in the half frozen rosebud. from whose expanding petals ascends the odor of its gratitude up to the throne of its creator. Did ever mother look upon the face Of her dead child and doubt the exist ence of a far trighter future? Can any of us look upon the dead countenance of that little enc and doubt 1t? No, we. their friends, cannot doubt 1t; and you who sit bowed down in sorrow, by reason of your nearer and dearer love, think of 1t and be comforted, for it is but tue parting of good night" that the greeting of the Lornin2 on the shores of the hereafter may wait to our spirits the effuleence of an un- dying happiness. Oh! little Nellie, thou art indeed gone from cur sight, but the heaven Iy peace ill thy dead countenance tells rae of that grand spectacle when thy spirit a14 4a1 i,,4D 4ba iel, ,f ha Creator and itself become God.
 This was followed by the hymn, Nearer My God to Theo,' by the choir, after which Hon. 4. E. Davis, an intimate friend of the deceased family closed this portion of the services with the following eloquent tribute to their memory:
 Friends and neighbor8: Now, and since early yesterday m )rning, heavy cloud of mourning has hung over our little town. our he&rts are sad. too sad for the lips to | utter words of cheer and comfort to the gr.ef-stgiokel hearts of parent, sister and | brother, who mourn their loved dead to-day. | So much 60 we, who knew them, all love anG ! esteem them, that we feel more like silent ly grievin{ th}n trying to administers words | of consolation to those whose loss is mors than ours. Bat no matter how great our atiliction, our duty to ourselves the living and the dead, is to be br,ve and heroically submit to the inevitable, to live with the living, and while we bid an affectonate farewell to tho loved ones gone, to take this lesson of affliction as an admonition that our career here, is at the most brief, and to so live as to make the lives of one another as happy as possible, and having done our duty by the living, we may hope that if beyond t4e grave taere is a celestial life, to be worthy of sn