Mohave County miner., 1884-04-06

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 Mrs. Lawson. and Messrs Pierce, Dasi and Law5on, Miss Mccarthy presiding at the organ; after which the Rev. J. T. Pierce read the first portion of the burial service concluding with an eloquent and appropri- ate prayer. The choir then sang the hymn | Co Bury Thy Sorrow" after which Judge B.akely, in a voice broken by emotion de, ligered tue following eulogistic address: Letvos have their time to fall,
 And flowers to wither at ths north
 winds breath,
 And stars tO set, bat all
 Thou hast all seasons for thine own,
 O Death!
 Friends and neighbors: A loved family ,re .lo more: fallen under the superior pow CT of death. Death. the king of terrors the colqaeror of conquerors, whom riches c7nnot bribe nor The strong arm of man sod det0r. Whom goodness cannot soften, or loving presence awe to a raverential dis tarce. How many dangers lie in ambush around US? How thin the veil that separates Us from the unseen world? The air, the o3san. the earth and all the clements alo armed with death. How he turks in every path of life? A fractured boiler, a broken rai!.a slight cold,a careless step,a erumbIing ,7l!l, and''life's ftful dream" is ended, and we are ingulfsd in the bounlle5s ocean.
 When the pale messenger comes to the old or when by sickness the body is worn out and unfit for use we my grieve but not repine. We may shed the tear of affection, but we know 1t Is wise and merciful law that releases the dying, aching body from it's plin and waarine5s. But oh, when death comes crushing out the budding loveliness of childhood, blasting the strength of man hood in it's prime and w1manhoOd in its mature beauty-Iife's journey just begun fife s purposes ali unfulflled-our hearts bleed, our reason rebels, our senses are shocked and our natural grief is greatly aggravated. because we feel that the event is untilnely and, somehow, against the or der of nature. And yet, as we reflect on the strange problem of human life, it's b1ghted hopes it's disappointed expectations, we cannot fall to realize its incompleteness. Nothing is perfected here. Man dies leav- ing the labor Of his life unfnished; but courage, goodness, hope, faith and lovs do not stop at the grave. And so, while this sad disaster carries with it sorrow and ad- moHition, we must not forget that it also carries with it prophecy and hope-hope based upon the deepest and most powerful of all human instincts-that future career of activity shall give fnll scope to the desti ny thwlrtei in this life.
 D3ar friends: We have come to ''weep w.th those who weep" We have been strick- en as a community; the melancholy news has quickly circulated, and leaving our daily t sl1s we come together at this hour to p.y such respect as feeble words and grief will permit, to the memory of this loved family, whose pleasant faces and sra- cioua ways we shall see no more on the waves of time.
 We can scarcely realize yet that their and loving presence is forever gone from our midst Nor can ], i'll the brief
  allotted here. testify as I could wish of the respect in which, in common with you all. hsld this family while living. or .hs tender regard in which 1 hold their memory. l have known Mr. Steen for near ly ten years and lis family for about half that length of time and while many of you may truthfully lay claim to more intimate acquaintance than l, no one, I feel sure, more sincerely mourns their loss or apnre- 3iated their worth. In suoh presence only l heart felt words of truth are to be uttered | or heard but am certain 1 can say with | the full approva! of all who knew them. that brave and good man and woman and a dear, sweet little child have gone out from among us. They were conscientious, honest and upright people; kind friends and good neighbors,