The San Francisco call., 1897-06-19
he Caske and the Beautiful Floral Offerings They Appeared
Press Club Yesterday Afternoon

world has honored for their AIT; whose genius
has made the luster of our stage for hall q
cen tury.
He has gone from US; he sleeps; perchance
he dreams, but in this sleep of death what
dreams may come, We who knew him in lie
feel, will not give him pause. Dea is ever
untmely; let rs hope he did not feel it alto
gether 50. Perhaps in those hours of illness,
with the memo les OF his useful lie, its lights
aud shadows, its pleasures and pains, its hours
of WEAKNESS, and its hours Of JOY thronging
through his mind, he longed, like so many OF
Us, Tor rest And. since il was to be, l like to
think he felt the sense of q fulfilled life and
closed his eyes with the thought
Pace shall be perfect on lip and brow,
Sooner or later-Why not nowf
s. Homer Henley sang Calvary" and
George bourne, the veteran actor, spoke
a follows:
We are called upon this day to stand in sor-
row beside the form of we'll beloved friend
of our profession. We are here to paw the last
tribute to the sterling worth of one who in all
the qualities of heart ard mind endeared him
self 10 us who knew him, aud we all knew him
we'll He came among US in the days of Old,
and n "a MS days his acts were golden. His
was 8 indy spirit, ever cheering The weak
and helping on tagging ambition. To the
actor his heart warmed as to his kindred. In
the early efforts Of the novice his helpful
words reused the sinking spirit to ambitious
aspirations. We m. urn him for our loss. We
praise him for his works, and grieve for the
taking off OF a scholarly and fair-minded
who this day bid abieu 10 one who was part
OF the history OF our glorious State and a
factor in the art OF which we are the repre-
sentatIves.
In the early history of the theaters of San
Francisco he anew aud was beloved by all the
mem Oers OF our profession, from the elder
Booth, his sons JuEiuS BrutuS and the divine
Edwin, who was then but a lad, Forrest,
keane, Charles r. Thorne, Gustsvus Brooke,
Matthews, Tyrone Power, our own McCul-
lough, Henry Z twards, Barrett, gentle Sophie
ElWln. Mrs. JuQal Neil son. ParpDa Rosa
Bishop and the many famous artists who
came to us in the early days Poor Frank
Mayo a boy when our dear dead friend
hera ded his budding genius. Mrs. Bowers
and Harry Perry and others of the great ma
jority were endeaTed TO MIN.
And OF the living, none, know, loved b i'm
more dearly than curse ives, who now come
beside his bier 10 say our last farewell. In all
his acts he was fair, true to himself honored
for his sincerity and esteemed 1or his gentle.
ness. No figure OF speech can here attest his
worth, nor express our sorrow more fttingIy
than this: 'Our friend is dead; we mourn
his loss"
In the morning he was called and, with the
June sun glinting the high Serras his SOU
passed heavenward To begin a new day. Fare
we'll
The services closed with "Still, Still With
Thee" bv the Press Club quartet
The pallbearers were A. P. HotaIing
George w. Knox, Julius c. McCeney, w.
A. Bovca of THE CALL T. F. Prendergast
of the Examiner, George d. Squires of the
Post and G. b. Densmore of the Bulletin.
The remains were taken to Laurel Hill
Cemetery