The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1899-04-09

genius, his courage and his goodness. He
loved Conkling-loved him for his indie
pendence and his manhood. for mis- UNI
wayering courage, and because he wouiG
not bow or bend--loved him because he
accepted defeat with the pride of VIC
tor. He loved Grant. and in the temple
Of his heart, over the altar. in the highest
nichs, stood the great soldier.
Nature was kind 10 our friend She gave
him the blessed gift Of humor. This filled
his days with the climate of autumn, so
that to him even disaster had its sunny
side. On account of his humor he appre-
ciated and enjoyed the great literature OF
the world. He loved Shakespeare, his
clowns and heroes. He appreciated and
enjoyed Dickens. The characters of this
great novelist were his acquaintance. He
knew them all: some were his friends and
some he dearly loved He had wit of the
keenest and quickest. The instant the
steel of his logic smote the flint of abb
surdity the spark giittered. And yet his
wit was always kind. The flower went
with the thorn. The targets of his wit
were not made enemies. but admirers.
He was social. and after the feast OF
serious conversation he loved the wine OF
wit-the dessert OF a good stofy :ha. bios
somed into mirth. He enjoyed games-was
delighted by the relations of chance, the
curious combinations of accident. He had
the genius of friendship. In his nature
there was no suspicion. He could not he
poisoned against friend. The arrows of
Islander never pierced the shield of his
confidence. He demanded demonstration.
He defended a friend as he defended .1,n-
self. Against all corners he stood firm,
and he never deserted v.,c field until ii e
friend had fled. / have known many. many
friends-have clasped the hands OF many
that loved, but in the journey OF life I
have never grasped the hand or better.
truer. more uHselfish friend than he who
lies before us clothed in the perfect rescc
of death. He loved me living and love
him now.
Iden of Immortality Born of Alec
In youth we front the sun; we live in
light without a fear. without a thought y.
dusk or night We glory m excess There
is no dread OF loss when all Is growth and
gain. With reckless hands spend and
waste and hide the ayin., hours for loiter-
ing by the way.
The future holds The fruit Of low: the
present keeps US from the feast and so.
with hurryiug feet We climb .he heights
and upward look with eager eyes. tut
when the sun begins to sink ana shadows
fan in front. and lsngthsn on the path.
then falls upon the heart Il sense us loss
and then we hoard the shre il ane crumbs
and vainiy long for what was east away
And then with miser's care we save and
spread thin hands before bee srnb..s half
fed fiickering flames. WIN througn Tho
glass of lime We rnoa ming watcn the Jew
remaining grains ~ sanl that hasten TO
their end. In the gathering gloom the fires
slowly die. while ma NOT dreams Of youth,
and hope sometimes mistakes the glow Of
ashes fer the coming % another morn.
But our friend was an exception. He
lived In the present. ht eniove.f The sun
shine OF today Ai.1nuxa III. zee, had
touched the limit OK foar-score. no rad
not reached the time to stop. TO turn and
think about the Travelled road He waa
stlii fun of life and hope. and had ne
interest Of youth in all the affairs OF man.
He had no fear OF the future--no dread
He was ready for the end. / nave often
heard him repeat the words Of IEptrurll-.
why should fear death2 II am
death IS not. II death IT, am not WHY
should fear tina. which cannot exist when
do2'
II there 81 beyond the veil beyond ~.
night called death. another world in which
men carry all the failures an1 the til
unaphs of this LIE. Il above AMI over ag
there be q God who loves be rtEh. an
honest man has naugiat ~ ear Ana II
there hs another world III whicn sincerlfs
t. "a 1lrtue ia which fidelity !. loved aat
courage boneFess, then All - well with the
scar friend whom We have host
fsut il me grave ertis all. II all tina. vas
car friend is dead, the vefii IS better for
the lie he lived Reyon3 the tomb Ne
Cannos see. We listen, oar from me Tins
~ mystery there comes ~ wnr4 Dark
n.ss and silence DFooG5ng over all And
yet because We love W hog,e. rarevslf,
Az. Vet again Farewef'
Ara VIII yhere sometime be an1rhe-
vvosIae We have orr dream ImYuor
tally tAat IKE sea saS ebF4ets ara
flowed sr ;he human heart. beating
~fth ifs countless w8ysS against 80
sanas and rocks o. time ara fate as
uat bara ~ AIRY heek or creed n yva.
t-r ~ affection Ard Il wEsi contfs,st. ~
eso aud SOW beneath tbs rmsgs ana rto,,,,@
~ DOUBT ana darkness Ak Ion. a. ,nva
ssases ,ne Ups IS dsasa