Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1885-04-24

Dcdtu Ol WIittam hfeWef.-EVery
day we realize more deeply how mysteriou:
are the councils of Death How strangely
doth he select those whom he calls to his
quiet realms. How strongly are we re.
minded that no gravity Of employment, nc
eminence of station, no interest public oil
private, no love or affection can arrest his
DEGREES
ave are such stuff
AS dreams are made Of, and our little life
Is rounded with Sleep"
We turn sad page to-day in the pro-
gress of the current volume of our paper as
we record thereon the death of VIM. Brewer,
who died ut his late residence in this town,
on Thursday night of last week, in the Both
year, of his age. willie Brewer as he
was familiarity called, was born and reared
in our midst and it is safe to say that at
home where his noblest qualities of mind
and l,eart were best known he was most
loved and best appreciated. Perhaps one
of the strongest proofs of the truth Of this
assertion can be gathered from the constant
stream of inquiry which poured in at his
home during his illness by all classes of our
citizens.
Mr.. Brewer was the eldest son of the late
John Brewer, of this county. His academic
cal course was at the Rockville Academy
for several years, thence at the Rittenhouse
Academy under the tutelage of his uncle,
Otis G. Wight, Esq, subsequently gradual
ing at Columbian College. Born and reared
in almost legal atmosphere, he soon evil
denced a fondness tor the law and at an early
age was admitted to the bar, There was
not sufficient literary attraction and stimu.
liant in and around the black lettag of the law
and Mr.. Brewer soon drifted into politics,
thence into journalism. He was graceful,
polished, pleasing and effective speaker and
the political arena, if not the most remu.
nerative, presented at least the most attrac.
tive and enlarged field for display of these
powers. He liked journalism because he
loved to study the thoughts Of men. file
watched closely the current of events and
drew his own conclusions, and nothing
pleased him more than to give these con.
illusions to the public.
II was in the path of social life where we
saw most of Mr.. Brewer and had ample OPP
portunity to study his character. Conspicu.
Gus among his cluster of virtues were his
candor and frankness. He was close friend,
as odor was to the flower so was truth to
him. lie was gentle us young girl in her
dreams, yet he was to friends firm us a rock
candid, sincere and dsinterested We have
known him from childhood and he has been
true in all the relations of life. His affec-
ton for those whom he was daily asso
ciated with sprang from deep and manly
heart AS a husband he was tender, de-
voted and faithful. As citizen he was
honest and incorruptiblc. He was courte
ops in his bearing, gentle and kind in his
disposition, conscientious in his convictions
and firm in his principles. We have seen
him grasp the hand of some unfavored man
OF fortune with as much ease and cordiality
as he would have entered the drawing.
room of some fastidious yet flultless girl of
beauty, and the motive power to his action
was his sincerity.
In alter years it may be our pleasure to
look upon the face of his now dimpled-
checked boy, and when we do so, we can say
truthfully, we knew your father, strive to
emulate his virtues and you will be man
The funeral ceremonies were held on
Sunday morning at his late residence, the
Rev. A. I. Graham officiating At 10 o'clock
the funeral cortege moved from his late home,
and hts remains were placed in the Rock
vile Cemetery, a spot hallowed by the tears
of affection and the prayers of the righteous.
Poor boy, lifes ftful dream is over Rest in
the chosen spot selected by those who loved
thee most. Springtime will come again,
the little stream which nestles close by your
side will continue to murmur its unedu-
Gated melody, save when it is struck by the
cold and left hard as a rock The old oaks,
which now stand as sentinels in the little
graveyard of the dead, will have crumbled
and their dust be buried beneath the Oh
scurity OF revolving years, but the changes
of the one or the other can never equal the
affection of those who now mourn your loss
Rest, sweetly rest, in the morn when the sun
light comes, in the noon when the shadows
are mellowed with quiet, in the evening
when the dove sends forth its soiest notes.
Flowers will visit thy grave and affection
bind together the prayers Of those whom
you left behind.