The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1891-02-12
LAID TO REST.
FUNERAL OF JOSHUA L. PUSEY
YESTERDAY AFTERNOON.
An Impressive Address by George W
Stone-About Three Hundred of
the Employees of the Pusey
and Jones Company
Attend the
Burial.

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remains were laid in q handsome
inscribed the name of the deceased,
and the date of his birth and death.
A wreath of ivy leaves, fastened with
o knob of violets, lay at the head, and
a wreath of evergreens, adorned with
delicate flowers, at the foot.
At 2 O'Clock an impressive service
was held, at which George w. Stone
spoke us follows:
I'VE are again brought face to face
with the mystery of all mysteries
Another friend has left us. We
have another treasure in the be-
yond. Through the gate of pain and
suffering another noble soul has en-
tered into rest. We needs must
mourn; Ills natural. tits human; but
we should not mourn for him. Our
grief is for ourselves. For we know
that he has entered upon his higher
life beyond the reach OF pain, of sick
ness, of suffering.
at is as natural to die as to be born,
and death to this life Is only the birth
to a newer and higher life beyond; at
most, the separation cannot he long
for most of us, and the knowledge that
our friends await us on the other side
robs death of half It's terror. Surely
the divine goodness that brought lis
here, that hath cared for us, surround
ed us by all the blessings of life, estab-
lished within our hearts the sacred
ties of kindred, will not forsake US,
nor leave us to perish mi5erably when
our bodies are no longer able to main
tain their physical powers. 10 believe
such an end were possible would be to
doubt the Fatherhood of God. II can
not bel These spiritual powers, these
gifts of intellect, this wealth of affec-
tion-for what end were they ali Gre
ated IL this incident in our career,
which we call death, IL to be the end
of all things3 From the cradle to man.
hood we steadily grow; our minds
burden with advancing years, in lifes
school of discipline we acquire wis
dom. We master the elements of the
physical creation; we subdue the sub
tie powers OF the earth and air and
make thom our servants.
"We widen and enlarge the sphere of
human action until II borders on the
infinite; and think you this is all IN
vain2 That this treasure OF knowledge
and power Is TO be scattered and lost
Just when IL is greatest and most yalu-
ables Where in all the analogies OF
creation will you find any authority
for such n belief? The forces OF this
material world change their forms,
but are never lost. The water to
fRpor, the vapor to steam; Its force Is
spent and it returns to its original
form. The gases unite, dissolve and
reunite, but never are destroyed. In
all creation nothing is lost, and II this
Is true cas- u ~ ol material elem2nts,
OF natural forces, how much truer
must 1t he of the vastly higher life and
forces that we call spiritual.
the liytne economy protects and
MAKES alefial the lower powers of the
earth and air, how much more reason
able Is 1t TO believe that tho gifts and
graces that we call spiritual, and that
are more nearly akin to the very
attributes OF our Divine Father, are
also to retain throughout eternity the
form and strength that same Divine
Father has himself endowed them
with. And yet, as we stand by the
empty casket that so lately held our
friend, and gaze with wonder and
hushed awe upon the calm, upturned
lace that only just now shone with
love and Intelligence, the old, old
question asked by the patriarch, and
repeated my nyriads who have lived
since his day comes yelling up in our
hearts; IF n man die shall he live
againgn Can we not, shall we not an
Bwer out of our hearts, and out of our
intellects too: He shall live again, be-
cause God lives, and His eternal good
ness will never suffer human love, the
holiest thing on earth, to be wasted or
lost. Yes, love is ever Lord of DEATH
and love can never lose its own
These thoughts are so natural when
we contemplate the life just closed "a
life of faithful devotion to love and
duty-a life into which was garnered
all the virtues that come with work
well done--a nobly rounded life An
affectlonate husband and father, a
kind netghbor Just employer, good
citizen, and the noblest crown of all
an honest man. He leaves to his pos.
terity clean record, spotless name;
better than wealth, better than fame.
He was ii quiet gentleman, who com
manded respect by deserving it; with
out pretense, hlgh-m' AIDED and Just,
we shall all revere his memory and
think of him with Thoughts of kind
ness and appreciation.
1T has been my good fortune to
have known him for more than twenty
years, and in that time haYa learned
to honor and fcsbecE HIN. With the
retrospect which naturally comes to
us all when we review our relations
with those that leave us through this
common door of exit, Ialmost imme-
dlately (when heard of his depalture)
recalled o conversation had with him
AnoAS tilal hitStH years ago. uuflllK q
time when our manufacturers were
greatly exercised over what was known
as labor troubles" We sat together
at twilight overlooking q beautiful
view from his own piazza, and from
his lips / heard the soundest disuuisi-
tion upon the relation between en-
ployer and employed that it has ever
been my good fortune to listen to. In
all his treatment of the subject there
was no word of bitterness, no denun-
citation, but broad and manly sense
OF Justice, a recognition of wrongs to
be righted, of abuses to be abated; a
plea for larger charity In dealing
with men, and above all a desire tc
know just what was right rather than
what was possible. That eonyersa-
lion fixed for all time In my mind an
estimate not only of his Character.
but OF his ability as we'll.
I'VE all OF us no doubt symnathize
with his recent BufferipPs. md ali
alike, neighbors and friends. mourn
MS loss. But his life had an Object
and has taught us all lesson, He
therefore has not lived In vain. No
aoupt his rich experience will serve
MIN In the new life upon which he has
entered. Shall say this real llfe9
6or may we not say with the poet;
There is no deathi what seema so 20
transition, ~ 10
This life OF mortal breath
Is nit suburb of the life Elysian.
whose Portal we call DEATH