The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1896-12-08

it is slain in honor of the prod
igal daughters return it will live
to be the Oldest as well as the
toughest beef ever killed in this.
the boasted land of the free and
home of the brave.
There is no denying the fact
that Robert Ingersoll is one of
the greatest orators of today.
Although during the recent cam
paign in talking for Mckinley
and the gold standard at the
modest sum of IS, 600 per night,
he was a dismal failure. His
former record was for silver.
and his gold talk had little
weight. Be that as it may, the
people cannot help admire his
eloquence, whether they agree
with him in religious and polite
al matters or not. The following
beautiful address over the grave
of a little child is a beautiful gem
of literature. The address is
called Whence and Whither::"
my friends : I know how
vain it is to gild a grief with
words, and yet I wish to take
from every grave its fear. Here
in this world, where life and
death are equal kings, all should
be brave enough to meet what
all the dead have met. The
future has been filed with fear,
stained and polluted by the
heartless past. From the wond-
rous tree of life the buds and
blossoms fall with ripened fruit,
and in the common bed of earth
the patriarchs and babes sleep
side by side. Why should we
fear that which will come to all
that is ? We cannot tell, we do
not know, which is the greater
blessing-life or death. We can
not say that death is not good.
We do not know whether the
grave is the end of this life or
the door OF another, or whether
the night here is not somewhere
else dawn. Neither can we
tell which is the more fortunate
the child dying in its mothers
arms, before its lips have learned
to form a word, or he who jour
neys all the length of life's un-
even road, painfully taking the
last slow steps with staff and
Every cradle asks us Whence?
and every coffin, Whittier ? The
poor barbarian, weeping above
his dead, can answer these ques-
tions as intelligently and salts
factorily as the robed priest of
the most authentic creed. The
fearful ignorance of the one is
just as consoling as the learned
and unmeaning words of the 9th
er. No man, standing where the
horizon of life has touched a
grave, has any right to prophesy
a future filed with pain and
tears. 1t may be that death gives
all there is of worth to life. If
those we press and strain against
our hearts could never die, per-
haps that love would wither from
the earth. Maybe this common
fate treads from out the paths
between our hearts the weeds of
selfishness and hate; and | had
rather live and love where death
is king than have eternal life
where love is not. Another life
is naught unless we know and
love again the ones who love us
here.
''They who stand with break
ing hearts around this little
grave need have no fear. The
larger and the nobler faith in all
that is and is to be tells US that
death, even at its worst, is only
perfect rest. We know that
the common wants of
life-the needs and duties of each
hour-their grief win lessen day
by day, until at last this grave
will be to them a place of rest
and peace. There is to them
this consolation The dead do
not suffer. If they live again,
their lives viii surely be as good
as ours.
1--WE have no fear. We are all
children of the same mother, and
the fate awaits us all. We, too,
have our religion, and it is this :
Help for the living-Hope for
The dead
There was only one colored
nan elected to Congress, and his
name is White.
There will be only one mid
ile of the road" Republican in
The Idaho legislature this winter
Frank Fem, of Ada county.
He will certainly feel that he is