St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-01-16

Hill, the venerable woman whose grand
son and great granddaughter were rep
resented in the urn. BY her side was
her daughter, Mrs. Bridges, and her
granddaughter, Mrs, James Bridges.
Behind President John A. CockerilI and
Prof. Felix Adler sat double quartet
conducted by Woolf ID. Marks, and con-
sisting of Walt Hampshire, Harry A.
Thompson, Wilbur Gum. Theodore A.
Watters0n, Harry Roe, John w. Clarke
and Herman frost, Jr.
When the chorus sang 1.-The Writer'S
Grave" President Cockerill arose aud
said with great feeling:
sin this hall, where we have met so
often, bringing with us our cares. our
joys and our anXieties, we assemble to-
day to pay a novel tribute; to perform a
peculiar rite. A brother of our guild,
cheated by fortune of fair hours has
vanished before us, and all that is NOR
tai lies here III this classic urn.
with his ashes are mingled the ashes
of beloved child-the dust of life
agent compounded with that of the
beautiful flower which had quickened ut
his touch. Pathetic as was the ending
OF these lives, how poetic the mingling
here!
Our brother was manly, earnest,
faithful in his life relations. AS we
wait here for the decree which shall
summon us to the same dreamleSS sleep
which now is his, we can but bear teSti-
mony To his worth and embalm him in
our memories. We can carry his ashes
hence To the Pantheon of our heroes.
There i'll Cypress Hills. in the little acre
which we have set apart for those of our
brotherhood who have Striyen and per-
iShed, these names shall find Sepulture.
I'VE can give to our dead comrades
memory tender thoughts that will flour
lSh, let us hope, even amid the Sterility
of years. Be it our duty to place the
garlands of sympathy upon his tomb,
and to keep green the spot in which our
toilers may find indeed that 1.-The rest is
silence"
Then the singers broke into the heart
stirring requiem, "Libera Me, Domino"
AS the strains died away Prof. Adler
stretched his hand over the ashes of his
dead friend.
THE HUMAN VIEW OF LIFE ENOUGH.
Henry HILL" he said. ''held that the
human body, the temple of the soul,
should be restored to its primal ele-
mentS through the quick and purifying
agency of the flames. he also beloved
that apart from the influence of the
creed, the simple human view of life
was enough. There are also those who
believe that without the teachir o. tHn
creedS life is not worth living.
IF we cannot in our ignorance lead
men up 10 heaven, we can at least try o
bring heaven down on earth t. Sahciiry
their lives, and, coming to the end, TO
the great mystery, when we stand on
the brink of the grave, looking forward,
we can only say as he has said upon his
burial urn, The rest is silence But
there is twofold silence-that of empti-
ness and that of too great fullness. The ST.
lence which means there is nothing to be
said and the silence which means that
the subject is too vast, too great. for hui
man utterance. 1t is the latter kind
that is meant when we speak of the
great mystery, the great Unknown, out
Of which has come the light of suns.
myriadS of worlds, the fragrance of
summer mornings, the music of the
wind, the moaning of the Ocean-all
things that are known
at is revealed in stones and stars and
in the heart of man. and yet it is not
expressed in any of these. Who would
dare to picture the Infinite as stone-like,
Star-like or even man-like? In its ma
Jestic presence it behooves us to press
our lips to our hands and be awed into
silence.
'.In the ancient Church of st. Marks.
at Venice, there is Latin inscription
on the arch over the door. where it Shall
meet the Doge'S eye when he enters, say
ing:
Thou art flower that shall perish !!
Take heed, for by thy deeds shalt thou
be esteemed among men after DEATH
$50 shall we say. Yet not entirely
by our deeds, either. We all lead
checkered lives of good and evil. We
must trust to the world to forgive and
forget at the grave. To our loving
friends do we trust our memory, leaving
them to throw a mantle over our fail
1ngS and our weaknesses, and crown
with laurels only our good intentions
and good works.
CLOTHING THE URN WITH PURPLE.
While the chorus sang Horace's I'm
teger Vitae" one of the trustees, an
old comrade of Mr.. HIPS. stepped for
ward, and, lifting the laurel wreath,
clothed the urn in a cloth of royal pur-
pie, placing the green symbol on top of
1t. There was a pause until the music
ceased, and then the urn, in its glowing
pail, was carried to carriage and CON
veyed to Cypress Hills cemetery.
When the cemetery was reached the
urn was placed in the bottom of the
grave, the purple cloth spread like a
mantle over it and the laurelS placed in
the center. Then the earth shut it out
from sight.
NEW COINAGE FOR ENGLAND.