The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1899-07-30
AT Ills BROTHERS GRAVE
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Bier nj a LEVIED One

A remarkable Grafton. ana one thm....
oecastoaea SEINE discussion as Ia Ins.-.
soils actual convictions Ye4yarstins a s.
tGre life. WAS hts address 1T the fs,n.rs,
of his brother. Many hold THAI i. !.
ne admits the d0ctrime OF iTnsaortssS.~
His adhesents have ever claimed ~.
the expressions were only thnSa ~
breaking heart reaching out for thu has.s
of future life:
Ny Friends. | am going 10 Ia Aha.
which the dead often promised he wa,,a
do for me. The loved and loytrs
brother. husband father, friend IA
where n1anhood'S morning almost ,nnsh.
es noon. ana while tie shadows S.a,
were falling toward the west He has
not passed on ltfes highway the stons
that marks the highest point but. belny
weary for = moment. he laid dawn nv
the wayside. and, using his burden far
a pillow, fell into that .irea Unless sfss,
thai kisses down his eyelids still. Whas
Vet IN love with life and rantare.i Win
the world. he passed TO silence ara
pathetic dust. Yet. after all. IL may h.
best, just in the hapltiest sunniess hour
OF all the voyage. while tho eager winds
are kissing every sail. to dash axains,
the unseen rock. and in an instant hear
the pillows roar q snnken shin Far
Al
the farther shore. wreck must marx
at last the end Of each and all. Ara
every life. no matter Ii it's hour is rleh
with love and every moment iew.led
with a joy. will. at it's close, become a
tragedy as sad and deep and dark a.
can be woven of the warn and wonf AZ
mystery and death. This brave ana
tender man. in every storm of life. was
oak and rack, bat in the sunshine he
was vine and flower. He was the friend
of all heroic souls He climbed thu
heights and left all supsrsti,lons far be-
low. while on his forehead fel. the golden
dawning or grandsr day. He loved
the beautiful. and was with eolar, form
and music touched to tears. Ha sided
with the weak, and with "A willing haad
gave aims. with loyal heart and With
the purest hand he faithfully DISCHARGED
all public trusts. He was worshipes
Of liberty and friend of the oppressed
| thousand times i have heard him quote
the words: For justice all place q
temple and all season summer lie be-
iicved that happiness was the only good
reason the only torch, justice the only
worshiper. humanity the only reason,
and love the only priest.
He added TO the sum Of human 5oy
and were every one for whom he did
some loving service to bring a blossom
to his grave he would sleep tonight be-
Meath wilderness ~ flowers Life Ii q
narrow vale between the cold and bar
rem peaks of two vternities We strive
in vain to look beyond the heights We
cry aloud. and the only answer IN thu
echo OF our wailIng cry. F'rom the voice.
less lips of the unreplying dead there
comes no word; but In the night IT
death hope sees a star and listening
love can hear the rustic of a wing He
who sleeps here. when dying. mistaking
the approach of death for the return of
health. whispered with bis latest breath:
4 am better now. Let us believe Ia
spite Of doubts and dugmas and tears
and fears. that these dear words ara
true of all the countless dead. And
now. to YOU who have been chosen from
among the many men he loved 20 do the
last sad office for the dead. we give his
sacred dust. Speech cannot contain our
love. There was-there ia-na gentisr.
stronger. maniier man.