The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1893-04-20
Tur following is an address de-

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of Richard Conway in Kewaunee:
MY FR1ENDs:-To-day we lay our
tribute of love upon the tomb of Rich
ard Conway.
Standing here in the silent city OF
the dead, in the shadow of a great
sorrow, suffering from sense OF per
sonal loss, too deep to find expression,
| despair of being able to render ade-
quate praise to his memory,-but l
desire to lay one flower on the grave
of my departed friend, and could all
those to whom in his short life, he did
some kindly act of friendship, each
place blossom upon his last resting
place, be would sleep to-day bene ath
bank of flowers.
1t seems but yesterday that he lived
here among US, In the full blush OF
robust manhood; and almost without
warning he passed from strength to
weakness from life pulsating with
vigor. to death and decay. The ply
sicians' skill, the loving, agonized de
votiOn of those most dear, his own III
vincible will, were alike powerless to
resist the approach of the grim de-
stroyer, who stole upon him. Sur
rounded by all that was dear to him
in life, when the summons came, with
out a murmur he called his friends
| around him and babe them a last fare
| well and with gentleness that scarce
Iy marked its departure, his spirit
passed from earth beyond that mys-
FERROUS river. to the realms of the ever
lasting.
God touched him with his finger and he slept"
He has gone-gone from our sight,
bat not from our hearts and our mem
DRY, for though his pale form lies low,
| ready to be committed to its kindred
dust. his name will live on embalmed
in the love and garlanded with the
affection, of those who enjoyed the
distinction of his friendship.
A loved and a loving husband, and
the idol of devoted father, he pass
ed from life TO death, before his sun
had touched the zenith. While yet
with many years of happiness and
usefulness before him ere he reached
the period allotted to the life of man,
our friend and brother crossed to that
other shore to join the immortal throng.
He has left desolate hearth stone.
To that young wife whose love with
in the grave, where her joy, her hope,
her pride are laid,-the sun sets with
in cloud of stormy night-our hearts
go out in sympathy to her who was
his helpmeet Hers is the desolation
Of a great loss-a grief that cannot
be comforted.
Dick" as VIC loved to call him, was
a son who enjoyed in re markable
degree parents love. We who know
that father we'll, have marked the ter
rible yet voiceless grief that ate at his
self control until no wind blown reed
was ever SO shorn of self reliant
strength, and as we saw him bow his
snowy head to receive the stroke he
knew must fall, we saw him sink be
meath more unexpected blow, We
saw snatched from him that faithful
hand, which has laid in his for more
than quarter Of a century, and the
form of that loved companion, that
tender loving wife, vanish from his
sight forever
All, to him in this double bereave-
ment, lying i'll to day IN distant city.
and denied even the poor privilege of
performing the last sad offices for his
dead, our sympathy goes out in its
| fullest measure
He whose loss we mourn to-day,
was worthy of our esteem His was
the gentlest of hearts, the kindest of
spirits, and the truest of natures. He
was noted for his integrity, his sturdy
independence of character, his devo
ton to his friends, and his recogni-
ton of all men who we're honest and
upright, without regard to their social
position. He was incapable of mean
ness, and he had an innate contempt
for everything low, mean or intrigu
ing. He was kind and sympathetic,
generous to fault, and with willing
hand, gave to those in need
[ believe it may be truthfully said
of him, that he had not an enemy in
the world. I have enjoyed his ac-
qualntance for many years, and have
yet to hear the first unkind word
spoken Of him. And this was not be-
cause of lack of strength of character.
On the contrary he had strong char
acter, with opinions well defined, and
tenaciously adhered to. but his kindli-
ness OF spirit, and courthness of man
ner SO turned the edge of opposition
as to save the slightest jar or friction.
But he is gone. Wemay weave our
chaplet of flowers, and strew the beau
ties Of nature about the grave, and
though we cannot heal the heart we
may in measure console the broken
spirit with tributes ofregret. But the
dead is needless ofall this. His course
is run-he is at rest. To him we can
only say, Farewell-Peace be to thy
ashes.'