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hart. Then came the ritual of the or
der and the opening ode, followed by a
beautiful rendering of Mendelssohn's
Il Waited for the Lord by a quartette
consisting of Mesdames Haldorn and
Wells and Messrs. Doering and Carlisle.
Then came sweet solo by Mrs. 7. j.
Flavin, Not a Sparrow Falleth." After
prayer by Rev. J. r. Russell, Mrs.
Haldorn and Prof. j. L. Carlisle sang
eXquisitely. rendering the duet, II VIII
Magnify Thee
NJ. o. LEEHEY'S EULocY
A Feeling Tribute to The Memory of De-
parted Brothers.
M. D. Leehey then delivered the
eulogy, a very able and impressive ef-
fort, which was listened to throughout
with closest attention. Mr.. Leehey said:
Exalted Ruler. Brother Elks. La
dies and Gentlemen: Nearly 80 years
ago the United States senate at Wash
ington, in keeping with it's beautiful
custom long established, met in sacred
solemn session to pay it's last tribute
of respect to the memory of an illus
trious senator just departed. A noted
statesman had been laid to rest. His
death had removed from those historic
halls a most notable figure. His voice
oft re-echoed in that sacred forum was
now forever hushed. His form. once
tai was now laid cold and lifeless in
the tomb, and on this day they had
gathered about his colleagues of the
senate; men with with whom he had at
times agreed, but often differed men
whose opinions had often clashed with
his and heated and prolonged contro-
yersies resulted. But now they Were
come in silence to review the record
of his lifes work. and in the presence
of his departure, that august body was
bowed in reverence and in silence
hushed. Friend and foe alike paid hom-
age to the dead. With his faults all
now forgiven, the people of this nation
revered the name Of John c. Calhoun.
The senator from South Carolina pro-
nounoed beautiful eulogium, and in
tender words treated the faults and
proclaimed the virtues of his departed
colleague. The heart of every auditor
was filled with the emotions of the
hour and tears came yelling to the
eyes of many. Across the hall was
Webster; he whose poignant tongue
had oft in animated reply shot stinging
missiles of eloquence at the argument
of Calhoun. Now his head is bowed in
solemn pose, and his thoughtful coun-
tenance indicates a spirit that is part
forgiveness. part atonement. Near by
is Henry Clay. For years he and Cal
houn had never spoken save to inter
change in hot debate the fiery words
and kindness reigns. As the speaker
closes with beautiful tribute to the
dead, Clay extends his hand. There,
DER the bier of the departed, old an
tagonists bend, their hands slasp, their
souls seem to meet, all hatred yanishes,
and for the time at least, friendship
reignS supreme.
And in that reconciliation we note
but constant phase of life. The yir-
tues of a departing friend always out
weigh his faults. Impending separation
draws friendly hearts more near. and
nothing can bring us closer together
than the realization of death. And so
tonight we meet in sacred session To-
night the Benevolent and Protective
Order of Elks convene in perfect har-
mony to do honor to their dead.
Throughout the length. and breadth of
this glorious land from Portland. Me.
where the SHOWS of the Aroostook chill
the New England air. to San Francisco
and the cited inlets of the Puget
Sound. from the laughing. now ice
pendant waters of Minnehaha, to the
placid bosom of the gulf: here on our
Rocky mountain tops. there in the vine
clad temples of the South wherever
there sleeps tonight a brother Elk
meath marble shaft or grassy mound
charity is strewing her floral wreaths
justice is pronouncing her studied
tributes, broIherly love is ministering
lO Ndnls. anu DufliIA
her constant watch DER the biyouacs of
our dead. Within the national confines
tonight. $50 lodges call the roll of the
departed: 10000 brothers recite the
sacred ritual. and a half million people
help strew the flowers of love. We meet
not in lamentation and regret. but in
reverence for the dead. We bewaii not
the end of the race. but recall the man
ner in which ii was run. We consider
life as a series of duties imposed, and
death not the failure. but the tri-
umph.
But this fraternal spirit had not its
counterpart in olden times. However
much we may decry the evil of this
cold. selfish. business era a spirit of
fraternity now exists that was un-
known in the DAYS when might made
right. In those olden times when fight
ing was the pastime and bloodshed the
business of humanity. men lived not for
men, but for their rulers. Their aris-
tocracy was an armed and yizored
knighthood. Their nobility was a band
Of trained and hardened soldiers. Their
hero was the warrior shielded and
mailed. on whose banner victory last
had perched. and though he reigned and
gloried eguitingly and free. Yet he was
as much a slave as the hireling gladia-
tor or the subject of the diVan. The
triumphant march Of the eonaueror 5
+ army was prouder as The human cap
tiyes dragged in chains at the chariot
wheels were more numerous. The jew
els Of the xanauished shone upon the
yictor's breasts. The plauditS of the
multitude and their jeers at the cap
tiyes mingled with the groans OF the
tortured victim. We're sweet music in
he hI4E