San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1896-12-07

quiet, modest man VINO lived pr1nc1-
pally for his family and those asso-
ciated with him in the intimate rela-
lions of life, Brother Woolley was a
man of broad intelligence and culture
and kept himself informed of the
daily events which mark the worlds
progress. OF an affable and genial
nature,he was a delightful companion
in the social relations of life and it
can be truly said of him that those
who knew him best esteemed him
most. He had a large country house
and entertained with bountiful hos
pitality those to whom he granted the
privilege of his friendship. He loved
the association of books and possessed
fine library and of the numerous
paintings which he had collected as
discriminating lover of art, one of the
most valuable now adorns the walls
of the San Antonio club rooms as a
gift from his hands.
As a citizen he was public spirited,
but dignified and retiring, and stood
for that i'm the community which is
stOlid and respectable. In his dOmes-
tic relations Brother Woolley was al
ways, the kind, loving. thoughtful hus-
band and father which marks the
highest development of the Christian
gentleman.
Carl GOsling! What can l say, my
brothers, that can in small part do
justice to his memory? His very
name recalls a thousand tender asso-
Citations of his genial, generous and
bountiful nature.
As the Grecian gods assumed the vir-
tues attributed to them by the Athen-
ians. so indeed did the beautiful prin-
ciples of our order, so elOquently
dwelt upon by Brother Levy and
Brother Paschal, seem to find their
personification and expression in the
character of Carl Gosling. COmpan-
ionable, generous and true. he was as
near the beau ideal of an Elk as it has
ever been my privilege to meet. You
who have met him in the lodgeroOm
know the zeal with which he served
the order and the leading part as
signed him on all it's occasions. He
would sometimes travel day or night
to meet with us.
Not only was Brother Gosling
working member i'm all those things
which advanced the material interests
of the lodge, but he was one of those
choice and master spirits which give.
character to our order as an eminently
social and pleasure seeking Organiza-
ton He was a singer of songs, a pro-
poser of tOasts, whose quips and
quirps rivalled in brilliance the spark
ling grape juice and were wont to set
the table in roar.
With a charity as broad as the sky
and disposition tropical in it's rich
ness of love and cheerfulness, he loved
to be happy and make others happy
and his thoughts and deeds blended
in the joyous heydey Of perennial
youth like the notes of the sOngbirds
in springtime. He loved music and
flowers and poetry and believed in
employing the treasures of art and
nature to adorn and enrich human
life. His sunny nature always
looked upon the bright side Of
things and being himself the soul Of
honor, he spurned to lend helping
hand to anything that was narrow,
sordid or low. To those whom he
knew and esteemed he was more than
a friend, and a companion whose open
sincerity and never failing spirits lin
gered with the last breath that ami
mated his body.
Withal he was a man in the broad
est and best sense of that word. Com
ing to this country a young man and
a stranger, he made his way success
fully in the keen rivalry and compe-
tition of the business world and in
these relations, as in every other, he
understood his responsibilities and
discharged them with answering
fidelity. His wife and children he
loved with a devotion that was child
like and it is a touching coincidence
that when death kissed down his eye
lids in that dreamless sleep which
knows no waking, he was performing
an Office Of tender devotion by sick
bed in his domestic circle.
But, my friends, we do not mourn
our departed brother as lost. True
they cannot speak; the voices that
once freighted sweet messages to our
ears have been hushed, the kindly benz
| ing eyes, the pulsing hand that once
| met ours in cordial grasp, have crum-
| bled into ashes; and while no poor
/ words Of mine can console us for their
absence. we cherish the thought that
l after all there is no death. That
which we know by that dread name
is but transition, a voyage to another
part Of Gods vast domain.
AS finite beings it has not been
vouchsafed us to comprehend the min
ute designs Of Omnipotence, but we
do know that we exist and the rock
ribbed hills, the ripping streams that
flow forever, the changeless stars that
emblazon the azure fields of heaven
all impress us with the fact that we
shall continue to be throughout the
endless epoch of infinity.
The very divinity of nature tells us
that as the dawn succeeds the dark
ness and vernal spring with Its buds
| of bursting life follow close upon the