Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1899-02-24

vs. AAS nNo Wai llCttlG cu, SCiliul anu
social in his nature. He enjoyed the
companionship of friends and made il
both pleasant and agreeable for them to
be with him. Heightened and manly,
dignitied in manner and conduct, he
treated everyone, both high and low. in
fashion becoming Il gentleman, and cx-
pectcd like treatment in return. All
who came in close acquaintance or con-
tact with him became his friends and
admirers.
With Il force of will power that was
truly wonderful he fought the dread dis
ease which had fastened itself upon him.
With a hope of partial or permanent
cure he travelled into other and milder
sections of our land but all in vain. The
tender, devoted ministrations of u loyal,
loving wife could not stay the relentless
hand of dcath,-hc died August 9th,
1888. He could no longer flee from
death. The sands in the hour-glass had
refused to flow: the gateway to another
world was reached and life vanished like
Il ralnboW on Il summer morning. His
was a painless death. The angel poised
in contemplating silence upon Che ebb:ng
and flowing tide and seeing the weary
waves roll heavily against the shore
reached down and laid Il gentle hand
upon the flood and he was dead.
1t is sad TO see even the shrunken and
withered giant tree sway in the blast
and fall before the fury of the storm, but
when i'll the peaceful sunshine, when no
winds blow, when no cloud is in the sky
all suddenly falls the green and sturdy
oak we start back shocked and dismayed.
humanity cannot repress Il moan in the
presence of such death. Around it there
is such an impenetrablc mystery; be-
tween the living and the dead there is
such an unspcakeable, fathomlcss, un
measured gulf. And yet sad as is. the
contemplation, wrung and torn as are
the hearts chat mourn his loss, who can
view the life of II departed friend, so
rounded and SO symmetrical, 50 steady
IN It's upward progress, SO full and over
flowing in it's fruition and not say-it
may he though binding tears, but still
in loving pride,--''it is we'll"
And while would not dry one tear
that is shed for him, while l would not
the sorrow of those who mourn for him,
yet, l take heart in the glad thought
that those things whichmadc him strong
and helpful, which gave him friends and
supporters, in all those things he is not
dead nor cannot die.
The mere lapse of years is not life.
To eat and drink and sleep: to be cx-
posed to darkness and to light: to pace
round in the mill OF habit and turn
thought into an implement of trade
this is not life. In all this but a poor
fraction of the conscientiousncss of hui
manity is awakened, and the sanctities
will slumbcr which make it worth while
to be. knowledge, truth, love, beauty,
goodness, faith, these alone can give
value and vitality to existence. The
laugh of mirth that vibrates through
the heart; the tears that freshen the dry
wastes within: the music that brings
childhood back; the prayer that calls
the future near: the doubt that makes
us meditate; the death which ~startlcs us
with mystery: the hardship which forces
us to struggle; the anxiety that ends in
trust, are the true nourishments of II
natural being and make life worth
living.
There is an existence beyond the pres
ent life where all shall be made clear.
We shall see as we are seen: We shall
know as we are known. Dickens, the
great master of fiction, made the poor,
idiotic Barnaby and the coarse, strong,
Hugh of the Maypole Inn hold CONVEX
%sations about the wonders of the visi-
BILE heavens, and they inquired of each
other whence comes the light of the in
Vulnerable stars that dot the skies.
When they were both under sentence of
death. and just before the dawn of day,
they were led across the prison yard to-
ward the place of execution, Barnaby,
looking up toward the myriad lights of
the night, exclaimed, Hugh, we shall
know what makes the stars shine now.''
Our faith here today ought to excel
that of the poor simpleton. Not only
shall we know what makes the stars
shine but all the wonders OF the vast
universe shall be opened to our search.
Our homes shall he among the heavens:
the problems that our burdened souls
have studied SO dispairingly shall be hap
PLY solved, and we may become partici-
pators in the knowledge and goodness
OF Him.
.Whose power or moving worlds presides.
Whose voice creates, and Whose wisdom guides
To this felicity the friend we now with
tenderness remember has already ad
vanced. We would not, if we could,
bring him back to earth, slowly and
painfully to die again. We waitrcverent-
ly and hopefully, for the IN to us
10 JOIN nm III some SCar C1at Is SHINING
from eternity to eternity, with unfading
lustre in Gods illimitablc wilderness of
worlds.
He rests in the beautiful cemetery at
Howard Lake, where the waters that
soothed his c%hildhood's slumbers will
ever sing to his Wondering ashes
"Sleep on"
'Tlcre is no death! Tho stars go down
. IN vice ltnnn sn,A TflnV lI,,rn
And bright in heavens jcwelcd crown
They shine forever MORE
The city was draped in mourning, and
a sorrowing multitude that came from
far and near and stood about the streets
waiting to pay the last tribute of love
and respect to him who was returning
home after the conflicts of life were end
ed. The air was pleasant and the sun
shone brightly, bathing the whole land
scape in a flood of glory, and, as we
stopped, with tender hands and bleeding
hearts, to give him to the tomb, we felt
that no more for him the load of care,
the cup of sorrows; not for him the
beauty of spring, the glory of summer,
the uncrowned majesty of winter. The