Roseburg review. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 1885-1920, 1885-04-10
In Nelnorian

On Monday the 9th inst, there was
laid to their last rest in the Masonic
cemetery and with the solemn and i'm.
lpressive ceremonies of tie Masonic
fraternity all that remained OF Colon Il
Thos, J Beale, who died in Coos county
on the I'd inst. and whose remains were
conveyed to this city for interment.
He was born April 10th, 1922, in Pree-
port, Armstrong county, Pennsylvania,
and on October l4th, 1858, he was
married to Mary A. Keener Of that
county. There was born to this mar
liaSe Ere children, one Of whom died
III infancy and the rest survive. The
mother died january 2Sth, 1855, and
by her side the rev made grave is made.
Following in that restless army Of gold
seekers, Colonel Beale arrived in Cali
furnia, III 1913 and in 1852 he first
adopted Oregon as his home. From
-srly life, in religious faith, he was a
Presbyterian; and after be arrived in
Oregon, he united with the Methodist
Episcopal Church of Ten Mile, to which.
for II years and to the close of his life
he proved constant. He was Mason
from early manhood and one Of the
charter members of Laurel Lodge of
this city. He was also a Companion
Royal Arch Mason. He was appointed
a colonel in the Oregon State Militia,
but was never called into active service
In whatesescapa he was chosen he
was ever Jealous in the discharge of its
duties As one Of the early pioneers of
Oregon he was first in the foreground
when danger threatened, and many of
the ola Umpqua settlers who bowed
their sorrowing heads over his grave OIL
Monday, can testify TO somc brave act,
some needy charity. some energetic aid,
which has given to his name loving
remembrance.
To society, he was prompt in all his
obligations, and as man, he was rest
less in the effort to develop the wealth
of the mountains as we'll as to enrich
and utilize the resources of the val
lev His fervid imagination gave will
iiug ear to every narrative of spe u,ative
venture and at once his pers,,v. ring
nature impelled him on The electric
light of Hope was ever beckoning him
onward In the fond recollection of
old friends the name of Tom Beale will
long linger At many q hospitable fire
hearth, and at many a campscene was,
his familiar voice welcome harbinger,
as the sun of day unnoticed sunk to-
rest and the fitting shades of night
came on. If others excelled him in
graceful culture or in Academic lore,
none were beyond him in mature judg.
ment, conservative principle, and in
cordial and true courtesy. Society was
TO him, not always what it seemed to
be, hut raoher what it is. A nan was
to him what he deserved to he, not
what his rank or title made him. He
henored his religion by his example.
Being aiwavs ready to concede what
belonged to others, he was not slow to
invoke redress when he was jnstly en-
titled to 1t. But his trials are over.
Devoted companions have bade their
long, last adien! Loving hands have
dropped the sprg Of acacia on his grave.
The stately column is broken! The
operative workman is at rest. And
while at noon, in the beauty and glory
of the day. full facing the blazing sun
in his diurnal roll, his immortal spirit
is waited along the level of time, to
tha, spiritual temple, that house mot
made with hands eternal in the Heav-
ems. B. H.