The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1889-02-07
MARY FISKES FUNERAL
COLONEL BOB lNGERS0LL SPEAKS
OVER THE REMAINS.
POETIC WORDS Full OF AIRY
NOTHINGYESS.
JACK THE RIPPER OUTKIyALED IN
CANADA,
4 Child Scared TO Death by Ruffian-The
West Virginia Senatorial MIDDLE
Domestic kilograms from
all Points.

NEW IORg, February 6.-The funeral
service over the remains of Mary Fiske
was held this morning at Scottish Kite
Hall At least 900 persons were pres
ent The building was nicely filled, and
The arrangements were conducted in a
quiet and orderly manner
The altar was buried under an ava
lanche OF flowers arranged in the forms
of harps, crescents, pillows, and other
beautiful designs. The services began
with the singing OF THE Lost Chord '
by Mr. John McQuade and a quartetie.
Then came a solo by Nine. de Ryther,
entitled, Never Forget followed by
col. ROBERT o. INGERsoLL's ADDRESS
The Colonel was visibly affected,
and the auditors listened intently to his
words, which were as follows
"My Fricnds,-ln the presence OF the
Two great mysteries life and death. we
are met 10 say above the still uncOn-
scious house of clay, few words of
kindness, of regret, Of love and hope.
"ln this presence let us speak of the
goodness, the generosity the charity, and
ihe genius of the dead Only flowers
should be laid upon the tomb. In liies
last pillow there should be no thorns.
Mary Fiske was like herself She pat
termed after none she was genius, and
put her soul in all she did and wrote.
She cared nothing for roads nothing for
beaten paths; nothing for the footsteps
Of others She went across TIE
fields and through the woods and
by winding streams and down
the wales and over the crags, wherever
fancy led She wrote lines that leap
with laughter and words that were wet
with tears She gave us quaint thoughts
and savings, filed with the pert and
nimble spirit Of mirth. Her pages were
fleckcd with sunshine and shadow, and
i'm every word were the pulse and breath
OF life Her heart went out 10 all the
Wretched in this weary world, and yet
she seemed as Joyous as though grief
and death were nOught but words. she
wept where others wcpt, but in her own
misfortune found The food of hope. She
cared for the tomorrow of others, but
not for her own She lived for to-day.
Some hearts are like wayeless pools,
satisfied 90 hold the image OF Wondrous
star But hers was full of motion, life
and storm She longed for freedom
Every limitation was prisoners wall
Rules were shaCkles, and forms were
made for serfs and slaves She gave her
utmost thought She praised all gene
rous deeds, applauded the struggling,
and even those who failed She
pitied the door, the fOrsaken, the friend
less No one could fall below her pity,
no one could wander beyond the circum-
ference of her sympathy. To her there
were no outcasts, TO her they were vic
tins She knew that inhabitants Of
palaces and penitentiaries might change
places without adding to the injustice of
the world. She knew that circumstances
and conditions determined character
that the lowest and worst OF our
race were children once as pure as
light, whose cheeks, dimpled with smiles
beneath the heaven of mothers eyes
She thought OF the road they had Travelled,
of the thOrns that pierced their feet, OF
the deserts they had crossed, and 30 in
stead of words OF scorn she gave the
eager hand of help. No one appealed TO
her in vain She listened 10 the story OF
the poor. and all she had she gave A
God could 90 no more The destitute
and struggling turned naturally 10 her
The manned and hurt sought her door,
and the helpless put their hands in hers.
She shielded the weak and attacked the
strong. Her heart was open as the gates
of dav: she shed kindness as the sun
sheds light. II all her deeds were flow
rrs the air would be fresh with perfume.
~ sll her charities could change TO melO-
dies. symphony would M the sky.
Mary Fiske had within her brain the
divine fire called genius, and in her
heart the touch of nature that makes the
whole world kin
"She wrote as "a stream runs, winds,
and babbles through the shadOwy fields
that fall In the foam of flight and haste,
and laughing, joins the sea. A little
while ago babe was f0und-One that
had been abandoned by the mother left
as d legacy to chance or fate. The warm /
heart of Mary Fiske, now cold In death, /
was touched She took the wsif and /
held it lovingly to her breast, and made
the child her own.
We pray thee, Mother Nature, that |
thou wilt take this woman and hold her
as tenderly in Thy arms as she held and
pressed against her generous, throbbing
heart the abandoned babe We seek no
more In this presence let US remember
our faults, our frailties, and the gene +.
rous, helpful, self-denying, loving deeds I
of Mary Fiske"
After the delivery of the address, Sig T.
nor Penglni sang Schubert's Last /
Then the audience hled up
the aisle and took last look al the face
of the dead