The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1886-02-07
Mr.. James Lowe responded to the
seeo,,d sentiment. which was:


Our Beloved Brother, honored CUES
and Masonic pioneer III Utsh-Pas
Grand Master Louis Cohn. AS hum
ble member; as Master, as Grand Mas
ter, true to his Nj asonlc Covenants. A
pc feet Ashlar OF our Grand Lodge
May he teach the Lodges in the Father
land the standard work OF Utah
Masonry.
Mr.. loves effort was very happy
one, and he was frequently interrupted
by applause.
The third sentiment was:
Free Masonry, wheresoever dispersed
around the globe:
On the broad platform the Chrlstlan'
the Jew, the heather can stand
Oue mingled throng, one undivided
band.
To which Mr.. Cohn himself re-
sponded His address was most touch
ing in its nature, and especially so where
the speaker referred to his prosecutions
and sutferings when boy-persecuilons
" lich finally drove him from his native
land, and his love for the place OF his
birth had died within him. He paid a
glowing tribute to the Masonic order.
Governor Murray responded to this.
and read the following poem by DR.. A.
S. Condor, of Ogden:
Here's the warm grasp of brothers hand.
Aud an earnest God speed" to the Pdter-
land;
May the plunging ship through the storm
Be patron of Neptune, and strong as brave
May it play with the tempest, nor feel the
shock
OF hidden reef or sunken rock
May as gentle power wait ner ponderous
AS the heaven. kissed wing OF the wild sea
gull.
And when the sea and the sky have their
May they leave you at home, near the orient
o, home! Home! Home! AT the glorihed
word
How the pulses bound and the heart is
stirred;
How the soul is moved and brave eyes fil,
And the dullest brain ieels quickening
It spe ks of a place of eternal rest
That is born of the love in mothers breast;
It speaks of the hand on the cradle SO dear
That was rocked to the songs that the Angels
o the friends of ones youth in childhood s
cline,
Who have sweptthe harp of Eye olden time"
And each chord will resound with vibrant
That shall loosen the seal on Memory s
grave.
Thou will tread the old path by the noisy
And climb the bold cliffs of the barren hill;
Thou will follow the stream where the vale
wi ems out
But the woods will not echo thy boyish
And the dear old friends, souls OF Honor and
Truth
Thou wiz find in the grave of thy buried
youth;
Though thou call'st unto them, they'll not
answer nor come,
For heir forms are in dust and their lips are
dumb.
Thou witt tread the gloom of the time-hon-
ored hail.
But no voice will reply to thy ecboing call,
Save thy fathers voice. Which Will trembie
with JOY
AS he clasps to his heart his thrice-found
boyl
Thou wilt sit in thy "kackcloth and ashes"
alone
In ghostly throng round the old hearth
There1l be hands just as honest and hearts
Just as true,
But the ones that you loved will have faded
from view:
And the mist that hangs over the tide of
those years
Will channel your cheek in river of tears.
Then, once more, my Brother" turn west
ward your eyes
To he valley watched over by Ut his bright
skies;
Crush the lump in your throat, and with
feelings devout,
Come back to the mountains, our latch
strings are out.
The next sentiment:
The parents of our Brother, Louis Cohn.
He left them q boy; they see him sgain an
experienced man. May the ship bear him
safely over he sea to their arms may his
loving embraces prolong their days.
Brought forth the Reverend Mr..
Iliff-in tribute to home, country,
parents and friends, which was loudly
cheered.
Judge Gilchrist then responded to the
sentiment, 1.-The wife of our Brother
and Guest" and short speeches were
made by Messrs. Chris Diehl and
Isador Morris.
1t was nearly midnight when the
company dispersed with benediction
from the chaplain.