The prison mirror. [volume] (Stillwater, Minn.) 1887-1894, 1888-08-15
IN MEMORIUN.


10, 1888, after brief illness of inflammation of
the bowels, J. b. K, native of Scotland, aged1
rs years.
Deceased was received from Minneapolis on
Dec IL, 1856, two and half years sentence
During his brief illness he rendered every att
&tenton by the hospital attendants. and late Fri
Ebay afternoon strong hopes of his recovery werea
Bentertaned. He attended in his last mol
sments by Rev. Mr.. Albright, pastor of the First
presbyterian church of saltwater, and his rel
mains were given christian burial in Fairviews
Hcemetery at O'Clock Sunday afternoon. in a lott
provided through the magnanmty of two Minne-3
Sapolis gentlemen friends and countrymen of thes
deceased. Messrs. p. L. Simpson and Alex. Mar
shall. Several other Minneapolis parties werei
&also present at the funeral.
death loves shining mark" even though itsl
brightness be partially dimmed by cloud of wool
sand the stigma of convict the Grim Reaper cer-i
$tanly showed unerring judgment when he selected
epoor X. from number. for he was young
oman OF brilliant intellect, possessed of strong
5ligious convictions, and fully prepared to meet
Ethe dread visitor. The final scene just enacted!
within the gloomy precincts Of state prison;
Smarks the close of eventful career full of
strange vicissitudes for so young.
we have referred to- that deceased was the son of
an eminent physcia of Scotland; he was al
splendid scholar, trained in a prominent
university of the old world as a doctor, where hes
atook the gold medal in the botany class in that re
snowned Institution of learning. He saw some ser
Vice in the British army as queens messenger
land then sailed for America, young. ambitious,
talented. and full of the dreams of riches and
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: rado of the world. Alas! for the vanity of our!
youthfu hopes and ASPIRATIONS little does the boy
sknow, as he drifts away from the safe harbor oil
This home upon the great of life what dangers
and trials lie before him; he does not realize what
Joys and opportunities slipping from him to bel
Post in the infinite azure Of a relentless past
whence no man can return save by the vehicle of
remembrance. The cause of his failure and down.
fall is the old, old story of drink and dissipation
fhe himself had rehearsed it in an interesting conf
Stribution to THE MIRROR of Feb. 90. on Sowing
: Wild Oats" which was copied by number of our
sexc hanges "A free-spirited, undetermined youth
Fascinated by the fattery of fast friends yields to
Sthe evil temptations Try the worlds pleasure for
once and see how pleasant it is" Another vic1
a tim added to the many who have gone to dis
thonored grave through the vile influence of that
9SiCot houeIH lHsliSdtOT VI CTlme knOWn as tno
SALOON, and which is openly legalized by the
state to furnish inmates for its jals, PRISONS in
sane asylums and poorhouses. What sad com
kmentary the boosted civilization of this Zen !
: frightened nineteenth century,
Somebody has said that reputation is what the
: world thinks of us; character is what God and
1.-THE angels know to be- Certain it is that
: *, though Il convict. was an earnest searcher
latter the truth, and his last offering THE MIR
ROR was a scholarly essay on THE Divine Cove
nant with Israel" in the issue of the LIST inst
His genial manner and gentle counsels won their
way to our hearts and understanding, and we are
glad of the privilege afforded us to give express
sion to the sorrow of our little community owe RI
his untimely end. He conscious up to within
a few hours of his DEATH and dictated a MESSAGE
Ito his loving mother and gentle sister across the
sea- The latter is not wholly stranger to the
readers Of our little paper for she is the gifted
author of that beautiful letter From over the
Sea- which appeared in THE MIRROR of July A.
They will be sustained in their terrible bereave-
ment by his last words, which convey to them the
knowledge that he died in Jesus, with the hope ex-
pressed that he would meet them in blessed rel
union on the echoless shores of Paradise where
peace and love prevail and prisons are not needed
Death comes equally to all, and makes all
equal when it comes;' the Great Deliverer-who
is mightier than all earthly governors-has sew
cred the CALLING chains that held poor K cap
: tive among us, and made him free indeed. In the
weary watches of the midnight hour, from the
Oppressive stiffness and weird surroundings of a
prison. his suffering spirit took flight and scared
away to the land of perfect rest. where mercy
Xtempers justice and strife sinks to peace. With
sweet but saddened thoughts of those dear ones
in that broken home across the sea- and safe I'M
the promise of the Master made to them that be-
lieve on Him. Death came to him like an angelic
messenger, and caressed his weary frame into an
endless repose.