St. Paul daily globe., 1890-04-23
BORNE TO The CRAVE.
Friends and Relatives Take
Final Leave Of Hon. E.
M. Wilson.
One Of the Most Impressive
Funerals Ever Seen in
Minneapolis.
More Honor Rendered the De-
ceased by the Hennepin
County Bar.
Mayor Babb and the Ice Bust
ness--Rev. Simmons and
Single Tax.


was fttingly portrayed by the impress
i've services held yesterday afternoon in
honor of the dead at the residence of
Mrs. w. W. McNair, corner of Linden
avenue and Thirteenth street, Mime
apOlis. Long before the hour set for
the funeral hundreds of carriages were
seen in waiting for blocks around,
while solemnly by twos and threes came
sorrowing friends and associates of the
honOred gentleman to pay last tribute
to the kindly and brilliant man who
had passed from among them at the call
of the great Creator. As if in sympa-
thy with the occasion, the spring sun,
which had been shining steadily for a
week, hid itself in sorrow behind the
dull clouds, and the noiseless, dripping
rain that fell from every branch of the
trees that surround the stately mansion,
seemed to voice the sentiment that all
nature wept in unison with sorroWing
city.
At the end of the large hallway lay
the casket containing all that was of
this earth Of the lawyer, statesman,
friend and gentleman, Hon. Eugene M
Wilson. Huge palms were grouped
about the head, their spreading leaves
bending gracefully over the bier, and
on all sides of the hall were ranged the
floral tributes from relatives, friends
and the numerous orders and aSsocia-
tionS to which he had belonged, those
of the Knights Templar, Loyal Legion
and Minneapolis club being especially
elaborate.
The large hallway and parlors were
filled with representative men of both
Minneapolis and st. Paul, among them
the judges of the supreme bench, the
sad silence, even with such vast gath
ering, being expressive of the utmost
respect and sorrow that was felt for the
family in their darkest hour. The
Westminster Quartette opened the Serv-
in every heart, and President McCord,
of Manchester college, delivered short,
touching prayer, after which the quar-
tette sang "Jesus, Lover of My Soul"
which had been one of Mr.. Wilson's
favorite airs. Then Dr.. McCurdy, in a
voice that was husky with emotion, but
which gradually grew stronger as he
spoke in praise of his departed friend,
delivered his tribute.
can unusually bright light has been
put out too soon," said he, land has left
us to wander and grope in the dark
ness; butI trust we will all be led in
our sorrow to Him who is the light of
this world as He is of the next, and in
whom only can we find relief; that we
shall all have the patience to wait until
that darkness has disappeared and the
future, which is heaven, is revealed. /
was with him before he left for brief
visit, never thinking tnat this outer
caSket would be alone returned to us,
all that we shall see of him until the
resurrection hour. | fully believed
would meet him, and again have the
pleasure of his conversation. and again
feel the clasp of his friendly hand. L
the telegram was handed to me an
nounclng his death, and the silent tear
sprang to my eyes as / realized what I
had lost. Friends, it is great loss. and
| feel that in saying this l have said as
much as can be said. 1t is great loss
to the community, to his profession, to
every order of which he was member,
to Manchester college, of which he was
a director, and to which he lent his aid,
and to the church of which he was a
member. We will miss the loving
husband, the kind and indulgent
father, the warm and true friend,
the brilliant and polished gentleman,
the able advocate, the untiring student,
the grand and able scholar. He stood
great, without oStentation; he was
noble, without being dem0nStrative. A
character sturdy and decisive, without
weakness, without infirmity, and with
out spot. With study he rose to emf
nence in his profession. in which he
commanded respect for his frank and
open loyalty. Above all else, he could
be trusted, as he was by all who knew
him. He was kind and genial, hence
he was loved; he could be faithful,
hence he was trusted. He is dead now.
but his voice speaks in elUquence still,
ing posterity. He left us but short
time ago, that he might seek rest and
recuperatiOn from WEAKNESS of much
labor and care. He was weary, and he
needed rest Almost worn out by his
professional and business cares, which
had oyertaXed his great and sympa-
thetic brain. He was weary and needed
rest, and he sought it; not alone,
but in company with the sunshine
and love of all the family circle which
he took with him. Dear friends, he
found rest. Come ye, all who are heavy
laden, and l will give you rest All,
yes; the sweet eternal rest that he
promises. Try and realize that fact, all
ye sorrowing ones, in this troubled
hour. We can find rest only in one
spot, and that is in the bosom of the
Lord. our Savior. And so. when we
would come to this sorrowing family
with sympathles, which we all would be
glad to give, still there is nothing that
will meet the necessities of the hour.
for we must come to Him whose heart
palpitates in living sympathy and COM
passion for the bereaved and the dis
consulate in Christ, and in Him only.
| Let not your heart be troubled. Ye
believe in God, believe also in me. In
my Fathers house are many mansions.
| If it were not so l would have told you.
l go to prepare place for you, that
| whosoever believeth in me, even though
he were dead, yet shall he live.'"