The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1897-03-09

The funeral of Gen. Peyton B. Dob
bins took place from his late residence,
40 Fourteenth street. yesterday after
noon at O'Clock, in the presence of an
immense concourse OF Borrowing
friends. The esteem in which the de-
ceased was held by all classes Of the
community,wa strIkingly shown By the
great number OF citizens who left their
daily pursuits that they might be near
the scene OF the last sad rites TO one
who, when on earth, had enjoyed their
confidence and esteem, as few men have
had the privilege.
But small part OF the vast throng
were able to get within sound OF the
speakers voices, yet there was mag
netlsm OF love that held them until the
hearse had rolled away. Prominent in
public and business life. Us was the de-
ceased, his funeral services were Wit"
messed by representatives OF positions
OF public and private trusts, ana from
them there was expressed universal
expression of sadness Mt the loss they
and the community suffered by his UNI
timely taking OF, and all those present
came there to mourn. The expressions
OF regret from MIR. DobbInS' associates
in public and private life were shown
In the floral tributes that almost COW
cred the caSket. The words of Cow
ernOr Atkinson In his eulogy touched a
sympathetic chord in many hearts. The
presence OF Governor Atkinson and
members OF his stan In uni
form and the brlEadier gem
erals uniform that encascd the
remains, were sadly suggestive OF the
few days that General Dobblns had
been allotted TO enjoy the honor c0n-
fCrted upon him by his native state.
The funeral services began with
scriptural reading by Rev. DIR. SoOy.
pastor OF the Fourth Street NJ. Il,
church, who impresslvely read the
words bearing upon the certainty OF
death. There was none, probably, who
could be more fittingly chosen than
Governor Atkinson to speak upon the
virtues OF the departed friend. During
the sincere and touching eulogy there
were many moistened eyes, Governor
Atkinson said:
Mr.. AIkinSon'S EulOGy.
"JuSt how much life means, words
refuse to tell. because they cannot.
The very doorway OF life Is hung
about with nowery emblems TO lndl-
cate that 1t Is for a purpose In Gods
unrevcllcd plans to one and all Life
may be grand. God intended II to be
glorious. so he paved It's course with
diamonds, frInged Its banks with flow
ers, and oveTarched 1t with stars. while
around It He spread the physical uni
Verst-suns, moons. worlds, constella-
lions. sublime in magnitude. and grand
in order and obedience. In this strange,
this wonderful thing called Me, every
man. every woman, has his or her
place. Some lay their lie work down
early. others later: but sooner or lat
er all must surrender their trusts TO
God. This brother fell Just after his
sun had reached Its noon.
''iGan proposes and God dIsposeS. We
plan, but our plans are not always for
the best, and a wise Providence fire.
Quently overrulSs them. We often
wonder why, but that Is not for us to
know 1t Is enough for us TO know
that there Is a God supreme, and that
all Of us should bow submisslvely 90
His will The way Is often dark, 1t IS
dark to-day for some OF us. The pail
hangs heavily DER this household. but
God wIIled Il so, and we bow reVerent-
~ 10 His decree. When the golden
bowl Is broken and the silver cord Is
severed. we pause, We wonder and we
weep. We drop our tears, we pour out
our sympRthIeB, but tears and sym
patty only Rggravate the wounds, un-
less out Of the surrounding darkness
we can by faith and trIistfulness In
God. believe that His sunshine Will
some day drive away these clouds.
In this solemn presence / declare my
abiding belief In the fatherhood OF
God and the brotherhood of man; and
y - n
that Is that my brother and my friend
who lies before me In the cold en-
brace OF death. possessed, In all Its FULL
ness, this same saving and abiding
"Dea,h does not end all, The first
and foremost poet of the Bible, when
his heart was bleeding, as ours are to-
day. by inspiration wrote for all the
ages, and for the consolation OF one
and all. that when n man dies he shall
live again. This dead brother believed
that statement. as all OF us believe II.
Here, then, we find a balm for these .
bleeding wounds, and that earth has
no sorrow that heaven cannot heal
"My friends, this is n sad day for this
once happy home; but there was never
a cloud so black that has not silver
lining. My friend and brother, whose
untimciy death we mourn to-day, was
not a professor OF religion. He may not
have estimated church life as highly
as do many OF his friends, but he was
wlthal a man OF faith which ! believe
iliumined his soul when he reached
the river that oil OF us must some DAY
cross. Not given to loud professions or
vain boastlnGs as 10 a religious eXpe-
rlence, vet deep down In his heart
was a well OF love and trust which was
cnrstopt in Ug flow toward the Savior