The daily morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1883-1899, 1895-12-03


public meeting or social they never lack
for an audience, and Sunday night was no
exception to the rule. The occasion was
the annual memorial service, or lodge Of
sorrow, which, once year, Is held on
the same night by every lodge in the
United States, in memory Of the deceased
members. Quinlin Lodge No. $50 most
fttingly observed the custom, and their
hall in Odd Fellows building was crowd
ed to the doors. The following is the pro-
gram Of exercises:
ORDER OF EXERCISES.
Part /,
/. Organ Andante, "schubert's Unfin-
ished Symphony" ............
Mrs. II. It. Crosby.
2. Seek Ye the Lord" "........... .Baumbach
Messrs. Belcher, Bennett, Mexican
and Elmore.
g. Opening Ceremonies by the Lodge.
l. Opening ode, "Auld Lang Syne."
s. Prayer. ..... Bro. o. 3. Estes, Chaplain
Ending with chant, THE Lords Prayer.
G. Poem, 1.-THE Flood Of Years.. Bryant
Bro. ]. B. Copeland.
Part II.
1. Contralto Solo, Hear Us, o, Faith
err" ..,......,........... ...... ....Millard
Mrs. II. T. Crosby.
2. Address, Bro. A. A. Cleveland.
3. Anthem, Praise Ye," ...............Vedi
Mrs. f. j. Taylor, Messrs. Belcher
and Elmore.
4. Closing Ceremonies by the Lodge.
5. Hymn, II Know that My Redeemer
LiVeth, '..... amman. .Stebbins
Messrs. Belcher Bennett, Mexican
and Elmore.
6. Closing Prayer. Bro. o. B. Estes, Chap
7. DoXology.
The opening ceremonies by the lodge,
led by Exalted Ruler Edward Hallock, as.
sisted by Esteemed Leading Knight NJ. S.
Warren, Esteemed Loyal Knight II. Ham
blett, and Lecturing Knight, II. j. Wher-
ity, were most impressive The music
throughout, rendered by well known To-
cal talent, was appropriate, and excel
lently given. The contralto solo Hear
Me, ., Father" by Mrs. Crosby, and the
trio Praise Ye," by Mrs. F.. J. Taylor,
Messrs. Belcher and Gilmore are worthy
of special mention. "The Flood of Years"
n poem, read by Brother j. b. Copeland,
in an effective manner, prepared the way
for
THE ADDRESS OF THE EVENING.
In his address, Judge A. A. Cleveland,
the well known and popular orator, who
earned in the East the title of the orator
Of the West, said in parl
"Quinlin Lodge today mourns the loss
of two Of It's brothers: Brother j. e.
Plunkett, who died December @ 1892, and
Brother Simon Quinlin, of Chicago, the
organizer Of this lodge, who died August
26th 1895, and for whom this lodge was
named. And there is one more, an un-
known brother whom | met in my travels
in an Eastern lodge, under peculiar cir
cumstances and who is now with the
unnumbered, whose memory I also want
to perpetuate, with that of our departed
brethren. This was German brother,
whose tender act of mercy to the little
daughter of a disabled member was soon
followed by his own death.
I'm looking back at the lives of those
who have ogne before, in forecasting the
future of ourselves, of in dwelling upon
the present, Of times a flower in the sun
light, the song of a bird, the chirp of an
autumn insect, will carry us back as in
a dream to other days when
HOPE AND AMBITION
Held out tempting morsels to our longing
eyes. All nature was in a smiling MOOD
that day. the sun was shining on the
cottage roof; and high in air the skylark
sang his matin lay of gratitude and
praise, that while the sweet stra ms reach
ed the earth, the prayer from sorrows
breaking heart, and from misery's pallid
lips might be waited in a melody of song
to Him who doeth all things we'll" The
orooklet swiftly runs along to where the
hand of God had placed its pebbly bed,
which like an organs pearly note, when
touched with skill, gives forth a glorious
melody. The sparkling waters here di-
IL u q.
each pebbly key and at the touch each
gives forth a plaintive, tender note; the
wind springs to the listening trees, and
bending low the bough, gently shakes the
'eafy castenets which. mingling with the
hroollets liquid notes, produce n sym.
phony so sweet and rich and fun thar
the soul of man is filed with gratitude
TO God and love of fellow-man. The
zephyrs kiss the roses on the cottage
porch, and steal and bear away their per-
TUNED breath to where the daisies nod
their silver heads among the waving,
rustllng grass. The wild bee huns and
llts from flower to flower; the cattle low
upon the distant hills and now upon the
breeze Is bourne the scent of new mown
hay,
''rhe flowers that l have placed upon
THE VACANT CHAIR
In momory of the dead, are forget me
Nots the flower our order calls It's own.
The blue was gathered by the hand of
Fidelity from the azure sky. the emblem
Of innocence and truth. Justice wove
It's green and wiry stem to raise
t from the sod, that truth in every age
and cline should always stand erect. and
when the sun had gone to rest behind the
western hills, and no human eye was
here to see, sweet Charity placed a gold
en- drop upon the blue cemented with a
'ear The hand of Brotherly Love then
sought out the little floral gem, nurtured
It with loving care, and placed It on a
brothers grave; the rustic of an angels
wing was heard and as it touched the
lower a sweet voice murmured, in ac-
'ents low, the words. Forget me not"
The name was whispered at the gates
liar' and at the sound the gates wide
Npcn few and now an angel rests beside
each flower, and whether It is worn upon
he breast In remembrance OF the parting
guest, or In tender memory of the dead
m angel nestles close beside and prays,
md each soul, as II leaves the earth,
sends a loving message by the flower
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