Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1897-12-08

memory, stretcnlhB rom the eApeti ences of the past, and from tho
 many kind, gentle and generous act and deeds of the departed inspire our grief stricken hearts and fill oui souls with a love of higher thoughts and nobler aspirations.
 How often have we stood in the open air upon a bright and star iit night, gazing upon . myriad oi planets and worlds peOpled perhaps like our own, and treTnbled beneath the appalling suspicion that chance has created all those and placed them where the laws of graVitAtion aud attraction would hold each in position during the Dumberless years of timel
 | Is it not more reasOnable-is 1t the faith divine that induces us to believe that this is the work of some great architect and designer, who has made this life but 6 tTansitory period, and death the means of entering into light eternal and un- ending joyi Dark is the mystery of birth, and darker still the gloom that feels the vale of death. ''Oh, what is deathp 'Tis lifa's last shore,
 Where yAnities are vain no more;
 Where all pursuits their goal obtAiny
 And life is all reto1ched again:
 Where in their bright result arise Thoughts. virtues, friendships, griefs and joys"
 The arrows of death have been with unerring certainty into our ranks, with the result that two of our members have fallen. They have been called in the strength of their manhood while life still con- tained much that was full of prom ise. We mourn their loss. With tear dimmed eyes and aching hearts We pause at the resting place of their remains We cherish their memories. and f0ndly recall their acts of chaFAy and love. They have passed through the valley of the the shadow of death, the road which each and all must journey.
 Although, my friends, today we gather nere in sweet remembrance of our absent brothers; that they have passed beyond mortal ken, does not affect our sense of love and gratitude. Their fame secured and builded upon the firm rock of fidelity, we are enabled to exultantly exclsim in the language of Holy Writ, "Oh, Death where is thy sting; Oh, Grave where is thy victory" And ii man "comes like c shadow, and so departs yet of these We can say as we deposit our fraternal tributes, and with all confidence aud ali trust, no further seek their merits to disclose. but leave ihem where they in trembling hope ras- ponse, in the bosom of their Father and their God"
 To you, our departed friends, we will not say farewell, but rather "In some brighter cline, bid you good morning" ...
 The uncertainty of sll things hm. man should admonish us to ''So live, that when our summons comes to
 join The innumerable caravan which moves To the mysterious realm, where each shall
 take His chamber in the silent halls of death Thou go not, like the quarry slare at night ScOurged to his dungeon. but sustained
 and soothed Ey an unfalterinR trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drApery of his [
 couch About him. and lies down to pleasant 1
 dreams, |
 While willing hands and loving hearts
 draw near, .-.- To do the last sad service Cor the dead"
 We meet, 'tis true, with heavy hearts, but let not this session be D | hour of sadness. Our tears may d O | the world no good, but to impress upon it the fact that the good men 10 live after them in the B. P. Q. E. l
 This hour, deaths social session, with its solemn service, should be utilized to draw nearer together the bonds of fraternity and renew our 'aith in the brotherhood of man.
 Let the lessons of today sInk deep nto our minds, and while We meet and part in grief, may our hearts grow lighter and our faith grow and may the immortal principles of our order-Charity, Justice, Brotherhood, Love and draw around the lives ,f each of us their enchanting cir 'le.