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

Eulogy Delivered by Mr.. Frank H..
Bushick at Yesterdays Elk Mem
mortal Services.
Ladies and Gentlemen and Brother
Elks:
| "All the worlds a stage,
And all the men and women merely
players;
They have their exits and their en-
And one man in his time plays many
| parts,
His acts being seven ages.
- Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful his
tory,
Is second childishness and mere OBJ
livion:
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste. sans
everything"
| In these few words, my friends,
has the gOdlike Shakespeare pictured
human life, that varying drama of
| light and shade whose final curtain
| falls inevitably upon a scene of death.
| From that deep, dark, mysterious
| tragedy there is no escape. The great
l and the powerful and the fortunate
| pampered few must some day pass
through the dark and narrow portals
of the tomb along with the humble,
| the lowly and the hapless of Gods
| creatures and pay the debt of nature.
| And so far as the vanities and inc
qualities of this world go, six feet of
| earth will make them all the same
| size.
We see death in the falling of the
leaves, in the whitening of the flow
| ers. in the silent ashes of a thousand
| scrried graves that dot the hillside.
1t is the universal law and while we
| realize that all the past generations
| of the earth have gone before, no phil
osophy can dispel the sadness with
which we contemplate the loss of
friends and kindred, the flight of
human soul to that eternal bourne
| from which no traveller returns
But it has been beautifully said
that to live in hearts we leave behind
| is not to die, and it is thought laden
with joy to know that though the
King of Terrors may take from us the
familiar forms and faces of our dear
ones he has no power to sever the
sacred ties of love nor. blot out from
our hearts their treasures of consOl-
ing recollectiOns. AS Elks we are ad-
iured to write the foibles of brothers
on the shifting sands and their virtues
upon the enduring tablets Of love and
memory, and though they may sleep
at the bottom of the sea, their ashes
| be scattered to the winds, or a mil
| lion careless feet trample the clay
| which covers their breathless bosOms,
| the memories of their worth will sur
| vive and continue through the lapse
| of wears to animate the breasts Of
| their brother Elks who knew them in
| this life. 1t is with our hearts thus
| touched that we, the members of the
| Benevolent and Protective Order of
! Elks, have assembled throughout this
land this quiet Sabbath afternoon
to pay tribute to our beloved
| dead to lay upon the altar OF
| the cypress offerings attesting our fra
ternal devotion. In thus hOnoring
| them we do honor to ourselves and
| exemplify the teachings of our noble
order.
We are glad to show the world that
| our, ties of fellowship and kindness
| extend beyond the grave, and it is no
| less a source of comfort and satisfac-
ton to each of us to know that no
matter if we have our faults and fail
ings. that il weakness or passion or
error may lead us to commit some fol-
lies in this life, some heart will be
touched at our going and on these re-
curing memorial occasions some
friend or brother will speak our
names and bear testimony to our
modest worth and merit.
Since the organization Of San An
tonic Lodge No. &C. five of our brother
Elks have passed away. Hon. S. NJ.
Ellis, Col. III. b. Andrews, DR.. II. M.
Fetterman and Messrs Richard
Woolley and G. w. A. Gosling. You
have heard the secretary call their
names, but from their paid lips no
answer comes and there is no response
save that tender emotion awakened
in our hearts by the accents of their
familiar names. OF this roll of our
honored dead, Brother Gosling and
Brother Woolley were with us our
last memorial day one year ago. Lit
tie, perhaps, did they dream that
within so short a time they would be
called above to join Ellis and Fetter-
man and Andrews in utilization with
the Supreme Lodge presided over by
the Exalted Ruler Of the universe.
While to me has been assigned the
privilege Of giving brief expression to
the noble qualities which marked the
characters of these lately deceased
brothers. I feel my inability to dis
charge that sacred trust in any de
gree commensurate with the occasion
Would that l had the power Of the
poet to garland their names in Ian
, guage as sweet as the love that was
borne them, but who can find words
to adequately portray the intangible