The record-union., 1897-04-17
THE LATE EDWARD LYON.
Remarks Made by Rev. A. G. Herrick
at the Deceased's Funeral.


The following are the remarks made
at the funeral services of the late Ed
ward Lyon by Rev. A. c. Herrick, on
the 11th instant:
''All ye that are about him, bemoan
him, and all ye that knew his name
say, How is the strong staff broken and
the beautiful God" In little New
England village OF HubbardstoWn,
Mass, was born, June II, 1880, Edward
Lyon, who died in Sacramento, Cal,
April Z, 1897. Els boyhood and youth
days were passed in happy home, in
excellent schools, in a church where
the Golden Rule was practiced and in a
library where he fed his mind with the
best thoughts of the ablest thinkers. He
inherited vigorous constitution, which
he preserved by self-control and
healthy habits.
His uprightneSs was one of the COM
manding traits in his charming and
lovable character. Who can tell what
silent influence the TALL straight pines
Of his native town had under which
he played and rested in the days of his
youth.
He was kind as the light. His gentle,
sunny disposition diffused its genialty
unto all.
What a delicate tact was his. How
thoughtfully he avoided piercing hearts
with unjust and cruel words. What a
pleasant voice, mild eye and CHEEKY
face were his.
AS we opened our Thursday morning
paper, how shocked we were to read,
Edward Lyon is dead" Sincere tears
dropped from many an eye unaccus-
toned to weep, and in the heart Were
the words, Il thank my God upon
every remembrance of thee"
Earth will be poorer and heaven will
be richer.
There will be less sunshine for the
bereaved until they enter the land
where his spirit has gone; where dark
ness, death, pain, sorrow and parting
are never known.
A sudden death for the one who
leaves may be one of our Heavenly
Fathers richest boons, but for those
who are left keen anguish and loneli-
ness may fill the heart
Almost the last words of the Poet
Leaureate of our mother land, entitled,
Crossing the Bar" seem appropriate
Of him who now sleeps in the majesty
and beauty of death:
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me,
And may there be no meaning of the bar
When 1 put out to sea.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell
When / embark.
For though, from out our bourne of time
and place,
The tide may bear me far;
/ hope to see my pilot face to face
When / have crossed the bar.
No citizen of Sacramento has been
more hcnored and respected than Ed
ward Lyon for nearly four decades of
years.
None knew him but to love and trust
him.
To-day from his home will be borne
his precious body to Gods acre. -
where tenderly and lovingly it will be
laid away to rest far away from
where he grew to manhood. Yet it will
sleep by the side of his sainted mothers
dust to await the resurrection OF the
just" while his spirit has gone to God,
who gave it.
Has not Integrity peen tHe keyH
of his finely balanced character? AS
a member of the Masonic fraternity, so
largely represented here to-day, and
the Exempt Firement, he was a shin
ing jewel, held in high honor by his
brethren, who intrusted him with the
highest gifts in their power.
AS friend he was reliable and help
ful-as a son dutiful-as a husband al
ways kind, thoughtful and true-as a
father considerate and affectionate-
as a grandfather full of loving kindness
and tenderness. Good-by gentle and
beloved one, until we meet among the
good of all ages in the city whose
builder and maker is Cod
A life like thine is more than books OF
scrolls
Gods best interpreters are helpful human
souls