Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-12-05

CAPTAIN ALEXANDER G. BABCOCK,
after the Painting Unveiled Last Night)
ranged Holy Trinity Choir mad, in the
mean time. been seated on the rostrum,
w.th the boys and girls from the home.
ana the members OF the fraternity were
assigned seats i'm the middle aisle, i'm
mediately Ia front OF the picture. which
stood on an easel on the rOstrum.
The God of Abraham Praise was
sung by the choir. after which worship
tl-Master Hay T. Thornton called the
aesemhlage TO order, and spoke words
% welcome.
JUDGE DUKES FINE ADDRESS.
Crossing the Barr was then sung.
after which Grand Master a. r. Court
ney was presented by Worshipful Thorn
ton. and ne. after paying a high tribute
o. the worth OF Captain BabcOck in
troluced the orator Of the sion-Judge
j. r. w. Duke OF Charlottesville. De
gty Grand Master Of Aiasons Of Nir-
elia. Judge Duke said:
out Of the strange mystery called life
has evolved that stranger mystery called
lfatb-fluf dark shadow which rests
over the world, bcdlmming its brightest
.ys darkcning its most glorious sun
01t Of death has evolved Immortality.
f0r nothing is quickened except ii first
l.e. and our very life itself is Ted ana
continued out of continuous death.
surrounded as he is by all these evil
1ences OF mortality. man contemplates
with "a natural shudder the end OF mis-
existence, the departure from loved
scenes and beloved friends, and, above
all the fOrgetfulness OF the grave. The
aarosuc tells us he has 10 proof OF the
Immortality Of the soul. To any reflect
re mind this strange longing Of man for
lie remembrance Of future generations.
fn nl
O., those who are 10 come after him.
must he cOusi lered as one OF the most
convincing affirmative answers 70 the
question Of an ages, IF man die, shall
TOKENS TO KEEP IN MEMORY.
And connected with this longing in The
Individual man Is a Ike desire Of those
te leaves behind TO have some token OF
tre beloved and lost one. 10 keep his
memory. not only in the heart, out III
continual presence. Cherished in some
secret spot has many a mother put away
fre tiny shoe. the triiiing toy. the broken
Son. that calls again 20 mind the httie
feet that tread life's pathways no longer
and the little hands whose touch upon
he cheek is now but the veriest dream
y dreams Who has not somewhere
.rass " brown or raven or sunny hair'
)r maybe yet. silver ringiet, once
-art of one whose smile was sunlight.
now forever gone from earth, or hers
Wh0 gave you life. now far beyond this
Uf- and bourne Of time?
Love. the poet has said, painted the
.rst portrait. 1 do not believe it. Those
rosy fingers. tipped with the dew Of hap
ry mornings never neld the artists
brush until a sterner master showed the
Wa.
The bony fingers Of grim. despairing
Dath first limned the features Of the
i.st lepl0red one, though Love may have
mixed the c0lors and set the canvas for
what need has Love for any portrait
save the one within his eyesy
So. ! believe that out Of some great
GRIEF art was b0rn-art. the only earthly
Immortality. art, that fears not the
lamentations Of time the going and
tte coming Of the race OF men, but whose
tlfIme Great tors. belonging 10 no coun-
tD and 10 no time, are OF all nations and
a. every century.
And rs the nations are but the aggrega-
lions ol The individual man. so the be-
loved ~ the nations. the pride and glory
40 people. IT'S heroes and its martyrs,
sr- Kept loo remembrance even as the
war keeps his own beloved one in his
memory.
ARE FITTING TRIBUTES
Statues and portraits OF those worthy
o. fte worlds remembrance have ever
'rr1 deemed fitting tribute 10 exalted