The daily journal. (Salem, Or.) 1899-1903, 1899-07-29
ELOQUENT ADDRESS.
Delivered by the Late Bob Ingersoll at the
Funeral Of HIS Brother.

At Bob Ingersoll's funeral, DR.. John
Elliott Of New York, read the funeral
Grafton delivered by Colonel Ingersoll
over his dead brothers body. The adj
dress is here correctly reproduced:
DEAR FRIENDS Il am going 20 do
that which the dead oft promised he
would do for me.
The loved and loving brother, husband,
father, friend, died where manhood :
morning almost touches noon, and while
the shadows still were falling toward
the west.
He had not passed on liie's highway
the stone that marks the highest point;
but, being weary for moment, he lay
down by the wayside, and, using his
burden for pillow, fell into that dream
less sleep that kisses down his eyelids
still. While yet in love with life and
raptured with the world, he passed 10
silence and pathetic dust
Yet, after all, it may b. best, just in
the happiest, sunniest hour OF all the
voyage, while eager winds are kissing
every sail, % dash against the unseen
rock, and in an instance hear the bill
lows roar above q sunken ship. For
ers Of the farther shore, a wreck az last
must mark the end Of each and all And
every life, no matter II il every hour h.
rich with love and every moment
jeweled with a joy, will, at its close, be-
come a tragedy az sad and deep and
dark as can be woven Of the warp and
wooi Of mystery and death.
This brave and tender man in every
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| the sunshine he was vine and flower
lie was the friend OF all heroic souls.
| lie climbed the heights, and left all
superstition far below, while on his
forehead fell the golden dawning Of the
grander day.
He loved the beautiful, and was with
color, form, and music touched 10 tears.
| He sided with the weak, the poor, and
wronged, and lovingly gave aims. With
loyal heart and with the purest hand he
faithfully discharged all public trusts.
He was wor-hiper Of liberty, a
friend OF the oppressed. \ thousand
times / have heard him quote these
words: "For Justice all place a temple,
and all seasons, summer lie believed
that happiness was the only good, rcd
son the only torch, justice the only Wor-
7AAlNf humanity AllN WHY AfAlEAnlAf anu
love the only priest lie added 10 the
sum Of human Joy and were every one
% whom he did some loving service TO
bring blossom 10 his grave, he would
sleep tonight beneath a wilderness OF
beautiful flowers.
Life is "a narrow vale between the cold
and barren peaks of two eternities. We
strive in vain 10 look beyond the heights
We cry aloud, and the only answer il
the echo OF our wailing cry. From the
voiceless lip OF the unreplying dead there
comes no word; but in the night Of
death hope sees a star and listening love
can hear the rustic OF "a wing.
He who sleeps here, when dying, mis-
taking the approach OF death Tor the re-
turn of health, whispered with his lat
est breath, 81 am better now Let us
believe, in spite Of doubts and dogmas,
Of tears and tears, that these dear word.
are true Of all the countless dead.
And now, 10 you, who have been
chosen from among the many men he
loved, 10 do the last sad office for the
dead, We give his sacred dust.
Speech can not contain our love.
There was, there is, no gcntler, stronger,
manlier man,