The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-12-07

members, was called from our midst In
pretentious In his life, kind. considerate
and generous to a fault, good husband,
a loving father, an upright citlzen anu eX-
cellent friend, our sympathy goes iorth
In unstnted measure to his stricken fam
lily, as now we sadly and reverently add
his name to our Memorial Roll. May
his ashes rest In peace, ana may the De-
nign benedlctiOn and abundant blessings
Of Him who 'tempers the wind to the
shorn lamb" reconcile his family and our
selves to the inscrutable wisdom under
lying this providence.
THE CONCLUDING REMARKS.
At this point the speaker turned to
the members of the lodge, who, at
signal from the exalted ruler, arose.
Mr.. Ross then concluded his address
as follows:
My Brethren:-I would address my clos
Ing words especially to you. and In SO do
ing would lend emphasis, II l could, 10
the lines of the poet:
First to thine own self be true,
Ard it will follow as the night the day.
Thou canst not then be false to any man,.
Every Elk, whether realizing the fact or
not, bear aloft banner with the God
given device, "As ye would that men
should do unto you. do ye even so unto
them" and by noble living you can never
sully that motto.
The Order of Elks, along it's higher
lines. constitutes us an army now militant
against the evils that are round about us
over which, i'm the principles or our nag
draped altar, 1t is one day possible to he
triumphant, so that when our time comes
to Join the number of those whose names
now constitute the Memorial Roll, each
of MS, individually crowned with victory,
shall sweep through the pearly gates INTO
the ineffable presence OF the Divine Ex-
alted Ruler whose welcome plaudit. well
don, thou good and faithful servant will
cause the angels to make heavens arches
ring again with the sweetest music OF all
eternity. ".'
When Miss Van Dervoort had sung
"Pensien Melonconica" the audience
would not accept u bow as an en-
core. but insisted on further appear
ance when she sang 20. Fair. o.
Sweet: o. Holy" by Cantor. Mr.. Thiele
followed with dual violin number.
an air on the G string. by Bach. and
mazurka by Masin, and played for
an encore serenade by Moszkowski.
ORCHESTRA SELECTIONS.
The orchestra plawed Sousa's II Too
Was Born in Arcadia" Mr. Watkins
was obliged to sing an encore to Lnud.s
There Is a City Bright" Mrs. Thiele
sung "Rolero Sicilian Vespers,' by
Verdi, and for an encore "Mignon," by
d. HardelOa.
Dan" Hart recited with much feel
ing the poem, Charity, Justice ana
Brotherly Love- which was composed
for and dedicated to Elkdom some time
ago. 1t was as follows:
Though man. when he lived, were harsh
And he wound his heart in a winding, sheet
of the woven threads of untold deceit
And sOothed no sorrOWs, and feu no hfeS,
II ~, Hn N
Some heart would pity him after az;
A fear from some one would gently fall,
And a PRAYER we'll meant, from some kind
That never fails I'm the sinners need.
Would ask that his soul be swiftly sped,
To the Isles of the Blessed when he were
dead.
The scope of our wrongs and antipathies
IL not so wide as are things like these:
The shut lips mute as In dread surprise.
And the pitiful sight of the sightless eyes
Ah thee would disarm us OF every nate,
Though We came to curse at the dead
mans gate,
1t were better to write on the Shlltlng
sand,
The faults that brother could not with
stand,
And to chisel whatever his virtue be
on the tablets of love and of memory,
For the noblest creed meath the skies
above
Is Charity, Justice, ana Brothefly Love.
IT'S the worst of death that We never
take
To the narrow beds that the sections
make,
one thing we loved from the life we knew
The clasp of a hand that was warm and
The sound Of voice that was sweet to
hear,
The light of eyes that were always dear;
hnn Ito. Nx.ifh ~ n
We shall not regret them, tits true, nor
tease
Our hearts for their loss in that mystic
sleep.
So wakeless and dreamless and endless
deep,
But alone. on the bring OF the dark abyss
Oh, very hard is the thought Of this.
And, yet, 1t must soften the warning knell
To know We shall long be remembered
well,
That the brave companions of old, glad
hours,
Whose mirth and music once. too, was
Shall speak the name of the well-loved
dead
When the song goes round and the feast
Is spread.
Though empty handed we sink away
To the sunset hills and the shadows gray.
Ihe light or memory's lifted face
Snali slt Tor us IN our wOnted place,
And smile to the hour when the toast is
DER,
To our absent brothers who come no more
When Mr.. Hart had finished, the an
plause demanded his further presence
and he told story In prose, 1.-The Dy-
ing Elk"
AuLD LANG SYNE.
Mrs. Thiele and Miss Van Deryoort
sang in duet 'L'Addio," by Donizetti
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