St. Paul daily globe., 1890-04-23

| pSISOildl OUu WilOili ue COuJu duuToSS dS
abba, Father" He believed in Jesus
| Christ, the manifestation of the God
| head bodily, who was born of a woman,
| lived among men, suffered and died,
having our sins in his own body on the
! tree: and he accepted the averment that
| there is no other name given under
| heaven or among men whereby we must
be saved. He believed III the church,
the Holy Catholic church made up of all
everywhere who believe in Jesus as the
Christ. If it be questioned why he
never entered the fellowship OF the
church outwardly the answer is at
hand. Let none Of that multi
tudnOus body OF secular Scribes and
Parisees who esteem themselves too good
| to associate with church members who
confess themselves to be sinners saved
by grace, let no one of that censorious
OF adverse criticism at weak professors.
presume for moment to borrow heart
or countenance from the example of
this man. He was not one of those who
stand without crying, "Aha! AhaH'
Never was man more deferential toward
holy things; never did worShiper tread
the aisles of Westminster with reverent
feet than he. 1t was his high con-
ception of the church, yoked with dis
trust of himself that kept him out Of
it. A fault l do believe, fault which
he himself, no doubt, regretfully con-
fessed could he stand before us. But
the fault of man who errs from over
Sensitiveness is only fault that leans
to virtues side. In our Christian fell
lowship. in our aggressive work, against
the stronghold of sin, in all our ecclesi-
aStical benevOlence, in church reunions,
we counted him as one among US. He
never knew the time when he would
willingly have allowed his name to be
reckoned as against the Bible, the
church, or the old-fashioned doctrines
of the gospel of Christ. At twelve years
of age he was summoned to his mothers
he sang, "Jesus, Lover of My Soul"
while she passed through the gates into
the heavenly city. He loved to sing the
psalms, our spiritual songs which have
come down through history. winging
their way like singing birds. He loved
'Rock of Ages Cleft for Me-" and
''JuSt as l Am. Without One Plea, But
That Thy Blood Was Shed for Me, o
Lamb of God, ComeH There was no
man in my congregation who seemed to
enter more devoutly with heart and
soul into the service of prayer and
praise. The other side of character is
l.
will live we'll. Can man gather
grapes of thOrns or figs of thistles. The
life of Eugene Wilson was the natural
expression of a sincere and whole
hearted apprehension of spiritual truth.
He lived, not as one expecting to live
for hand-breadth of time and then
die and be no more, but as
one expecting to live forever.
He grasped the tremendous
fact that life and immortality are
bought to fact in the Gospel, and he
lived that way. In his domestic life he
was always the kind husband, the con-
make his home like the kings garden.
"Where grow such sweet and pleasant
flowers as nowhere else are Seen." In
his profession he won the respect of all
who were associated with him; at court
no pettifOgger, III politics no demagogue;
wise co-Worker, fair opponent; up
right, honorable, a gentleman always.
A lesson falls from his cold lips to-day
addressed to all ambitious youth.
Who misses, or who wins the prize?
You fail or conquer as you can,
But if you fall or if you rise,
Be each, pray God, gentleman"
L have never known man who
seemed to approach so near the ideal of
the true knight. Sir Phillip Sidney de-
fined knighthood to be "high thoughts
seated in heart of courtesy" His was
the very soul of honor. But for that,
hon0red as he was, he might have at
tanned to yet higher and more cOnsplcu-
Gus places of authority. He would
not StOOp to conquer. He carried out to
the letter the Injunction of Robbie
Burns:
"But when ye feel your honor grip,
Let that ave be your border.
This is not the time nor place for
labored eulogy, otherwise it would be
impossible not to dwell upon his per-
sonal kindness, his fidelity, his con-
scientiousness in trifes, his patience in
physical suffering. These and other
manly qualities are pleasant to remem-
ber. But we are not saying farewell to-
day. An influence like his is an abiding
presence.
''Dead he is not, but departed,
For good man never dies
How meet and proper it was that such
a man should look off with clear eyes
and calm heart toward the eternal
world. ''Are you afraid to die?" he was
asked on the last day of his weary pill
grimage. "Afraid?" he answered, mot
Bit" Why should good man be
afraid to die? Why should man loyal
to truth ana devoted to righteousness be
afraid to die? 0 Lord, enable us to live
holy that we may die well, to live holly
that we may die happily. AS this man
lay a-dying, his mind clear and rational
as ever, he spoke once and again OF
hearing voices, voices that said: "Come
up higherH' 1t may have been a fancy,
it may have been the call of the Master,
such as John heard at Patmos. such as
Paul heard in the MammeriSne Jail,
moving him to cry: "There is laid up
for me crown which the righteous
Judge shall give me at that day.
In behalf Of all assembled here, and
of the multitude of friends not here,
extend an assurance of most cordial
sympathy to the wife, the aged mother,
the children and other sorrowing ones;
"Ye do not sorrow as those that are
without hope" We commend you to
the grace of Him who giveth beauty for
ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and
the garment of praise for the spirit of
heaviness. We commend to you the eX-
preston of faith which was often upon
our friends lips: "He that careth for a
sparrow's fall will surely care for you."
The blessing of the God of consolation
be with YOU"
After another lament by the quartette
choir and benediction the pall-bearers,
Judge Thomas Wilson, of Winona;
court; Judge Flandra1, of st. Paul;
Judge William Lochren, of the district
court; j. M. Shaw and M. B. Koon, of
the Hennepin county bar, both ex-
| judges of the district court; j. B. Gil
fillan. of the Hennepin county bar, and
Messrs G. M. Loring, g. A. Bracket
and Clinton Morrison, sadly gathered
| about the casket, and lifted the remains
of their honored friend sadly into the
waiting hearse. The long line of car
riages followed to Lakewood cemetery.
| where the ceremony was a short one,
consisting of song by the choir, short
but eloquent prayer, and the hidden