St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-01-21

Judge Charles E. Flandrau. Chief JUS
tice James Gilfillan. Gov. W. r. Mar
shall and Col. John harrington.
The honorary pallbearers formed in
open line at the door of the church
while the casket was tenderly carried
within the edifice, the organ playing as
the procession entered.
The services were conducted by
Bishop NJ. Nj. Gilbert of this diocese.
assisted by Revs. G. D. Andrews and
William G. Pope. During the reading
of the Episcopal burial service Bishop
Gilbert delivered brief but eloquent
address. He said, substance:
BISHOP GILBERT's ADDRESS.
During the last few years the Grea
Reaper has been busy among the ripened
sheaves of the founders of our city and
commonwealth. Into the eternal garner
has been gathered many of those whose
$ houlders were the pillars Of our life,
civic and social. N. W. KIttson, Edmund
Rice, Gen. Sibley, Mrs. Nancy Irvine,
Rev. DR.. Neill, and now our brother
whose mortal part rests before our eyes
today. The heads Silvered with the
suns of many winters which L see scat
tered thickly throughout this congrega-
ton, tell US of the passing years. When
we consider the characters of the men
who laid the foundations of this great
state, we can readily understand why
the full flow Of its life has been sturdy,
and pure and true. They have shaped
its destiny by their lives. None
will be remembered more low
ingly than Henry NJ. Rice. He
was one born to influence men
and mold society. The history of Min
nesota, even from its prehistoric days,
is indissolubly linked with him. His
hand guided its young life; his brain
and heart entered into the texture of
its mature being. For fifty-four years
he stood before our people. Fifty-four
years-how they take us back to the
first primevaP' and to the days when
the land thronged with the painted
savage. Fifty-tour years! what have
they not witnesse d? How full of events,
state and national, fraught with the
largest interests.
He lived as one of the people. Men
learned to love him, because his charac-
| ter was open, clear and winning. He
lived more for others than he did for
himself. Whom duty called, he never
skunk back. His time. mis- thoughts,
| his means, his abilities were busily be-
| slowed for the common veal. Pioneer.
representative, senator, gentleman, he
was always true to the best ideals. His
courtly grace of bearing was no veneer,
but the natural expression of heart
tender and true. The winning fascina-
| ton of his manner once experienced,
| never passed from the memory.
His life was gentle, and the elements
so mixed i'm him that Nature miZht
stand up and say to all the world,
This was man."
When duty called he always needed
her voice. Can we not sum up the ele-
| ments of our friends character in the
one word unselfishness He thought
far more OF others than he did of him.
self; far more of helping humanity than
OF building up future.
How we'll do | recall the noble enthu-
siasm he displayed in the red Indians of
our Northern forests, when called upon
to serve the government in his last act
of public service. No man knew better
than he the weaknesses of their wild
| and savage characters; no man was
more stirred by their fearful cruelty
than he in the days when our prairIes
ran red with the blood of the white
settler; but he never sweryed one iota
from the line of duty toward them. He
knew the wrongs inflicted upon them
in broken treaties and shameful neg
lect, and with a great-hearted magma
nimity, he labored to right their wrongs,
to help them toward the upbuilding of
better lives. He said to me one day,
when the cares of the commission rested
heavily upon him: II tell you, Bishop,
If l can by any act of mine help these
poor people, l will feel amply COM
pensated for whatever burdens [ have
carried" Let us remember the lessons
of such life. They will ever keep be-
fore us higher ideals of duty, private