Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1899-04-27

entrance MS the door of earth opened for
his departure, the sob of the earthly fare
well caught up into raptures that never
die. Yes, he lived and died in tho faith
of the old fashioned Christian religion.
believed In the bible.
Young man, Iwant to tell you that JUS
ticc Field believed in the Bible from lid to
lid, q book all true either MS doctrine or
history, much of it the history of events
that neither God nor man approves. Our
friend drank tho wine of the holy sacra-
ment and ate the bread of which "if u
man eat he shall never hunger" lie was
the up and down, out and out friend OF
the church of Christ. If there had been
anything illogical in our religion, he
would have secuted it, for he was n logi-
DIAN If there had been in it anything
unreasonable, he would have rejected it,
because he was II great reasoncr. If there
had been in it anything that would not
stand research, he would have exploded
the fallacy for his life was u life of re-
search. Young men of Washington, young
men of America, young men of the round
world, n religion that would stand the test
of Justice Fields penetrating and all ran
snckinR intellect must have in it some
thing worthy of your confidence. tell
you now that Christianity has not only
the heart of the world on its side but the
brain of the world also. Ye who have
tried to represent the religion of the Bible
as something pusilanimous, how do you
account for the Christian faith of stephen
J. Field, whole shelves of the law library
occupied with his magnificent decisions
And now may the God Of all comfort
speak to the bcreft, especially to her who
was the queen of his life, from the day
when as a stranger he was shown to her
pew in the Episcopal church, to this time
of the broken heart. He changed churches,
but did not change religions, for the
church in which he was born and the
church in which he died Ike believe in
God the Father Almighty Maker of heav-
en- and earth. and in Jesus Christ, his only
bcgottcn Son, and in the communion of
saints, and in the life everlasting Amen.
Where lie should sleep.
The body of our friend sleeps in tenn
porary resting place. Hearts ovcrWhclm-
ed with grief cannot Just now decide where
that sacred and silent form shall hear the
trumpet that wakes the dead. Three places
are proposed, and all appropriate. Some
say let 1t be in some Cod acre near this
capital, where the pillows of dust are al
ready embroidered with spring flowers.
How appropriate some cemetery near this
city, which was So long his residence, and
so near the place where he sat in judy
mcnt, holding evenly the balances that
God put in his hand 1t would be we'll
for us sometimes to go out and read his
epitaph and recall his virtues. Some say
let him rest on the Pacific slope, where he
achieved so much for the new state and
cad Ia, "a, ,ir,ay
it would be beautiful to let the whole ma
ton bow at his passing catafalque, fu
neral reaching from ocean to ocean and
5000 miles long, the Allcghanies and the
Rockies and the Sierra Nevadas echoing
the thundcrs of the rail train taking him
to his last earthly home.
But equally appropriate is another pro-
posal that he be put to rest amid the
graves of father and mother and renown-
ed brothers and the New England friends
of the family in the cemetery at Stock
bridge, Mass. After "a life of toll and
struggle he needs some quiet place. Old
men who were his schoolfellows would
lean heavily upon the staff and watch as
he was brought through the gates of the
place in which they also will soon lie down
to rest Far away from the iostle and con-
tention and rush and activities of the great
cities he would sleep the calm sleep of the
just The hyacinths and Gala lilies of
the spring planted there would typify the
resurrection, and the SHOWS of winter
banked there would suggest the robes
made white in the blood of the Lamb.
Fnrewen!
Goodby, my dear old friend of more
than 30 years. Your words of personal
encouragement and good cheer give ne
the right to offer words of commcmora-
ton. But | must leave to others his place
of burial. This city might choose Rock
Creek and Oak Hill, and San Francisco
might choose Lone Mountain yet if | had
my choice | would say let it be the ccmc-
terry mt Stockbridge. He would be at home
there, and it would be "a family reunited.
But, whatever he the place let me sprinkle
over the newly made grave this handful of
heather from the Scotch highlands, in the
hymn which the people of that land OF
Andrew Melville and John Knox are apt
t. sing on their way to the grave of some
one greatly bAovcd
Neighbor, accept our parting song.
The road is short, the rest is long.
The Lord brought here, the Lord takes hence
This is no house of permanence.
On bread of mirth and bread Of tears
The pilgrim fed these chcckcred years;
Now, landlord world shut to the door;
Thy guest is gone forever more.
Gone to the land of sweet repose,
His comrades bless him as he goes.
OF toll and mol the day was full.
good sleep now-the night is cool.
Yea, village bells, ring softly, ring,
And in the blessed Sabbath bring
Which from this weary worlday tryst
Awaits Gods folk through Jesus Christ.
Smoking Before Tobacco.