The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-12-04
CHERISHED In MEMORY
ORDER OF ELKs AGAIN DEMON-
STR ATE THAT DEATH DOES
NOT END ALL
THOSE GONE NOT FORGOTTEN
At the Annual Lodges OF Sorrow the
EternaIly Absent Ones Again Live
in the Minds of the Living-HOn.
Marcus ID. MUM Delivers the Ora
ton at the ST. Paul Lodge Memo
rial EXERCISES.

ton at the st. Paul Lodge Memo
rial Exercises.
The beautiful and impressive ceremo-
MES of the Elks' lodge of sorrow, held
in memory of the departed members Of
st. Paul Lodge No. SO, B. P. 0. E, drew
an audience yesterday afternoon that fill
ed the Metropolitan opera house to its ut
most capacity. III the foyer stood a
mammoth elk, emblematicaI of the order,
surrounded by potted plants. The stage
setting, which was very elaboate, dis
played a lodge room, while in the back
ground was a forest scene with an elk
among palms, and on each side of
the stage were huge American flags. In
the center Of the stage was an altar
draped with an American flag, on which
was an open Bible, and In the rear there
burned twenty-eight candles, enc for
each member Of the lodge who had died
since its inception.
Seated on the stage were the officers
of the lodge: E. H. Whitcom5 exalted
ruler; J. H. Mitchell Jr, esteemed lead
ing knight; J. P. Healy, esteemed loyal
knight; A. G. Johnson, esteemed lectur-
J. Tomkins, secretary; C. S. Bartram,
chaplain; Al G. Flournoy, esquire; A. P.
Hendrickson. inner guard, and c. B.
Bowlby, trustee.
The service opened with a selection
from Tobani, Hearts and Flowers" by
Seibert's orchestra, and then Exalted
Ruler Whitcomb delivered the opening
address He said:
Brothers, this day and date remind
US that We again pay our mournful trib-
Ute OF affection to our hOnored dead.
Often have we been reminded in these
ceremonies that we are born to die. that
other spirits have taken their departure
Inc light of the eyes has gone out, the
ups that once breathed the language OF
eternal greetings are silent forever. Yet
IheSe gatherings only serve to unite our
great brotherhood more closely together
Inc animal from which our order de-
rives its name is noted for its gentleness
anu timldlty. 1t is strong OF limb,
fteet of foot and keen of perception So
should we be, my brothers, always quick
to perceive the cry of distress, timOrous
OF doing wrong, fleet of foot to aid the
unfortunate. The burial of our departed
brothers., the keeping alive and COM
memofation of the virtues of those who
nave fallen in Hfe's battle is a duty
which devolves upon US as Elks. Brother
secretary, you will please call the roll
OF our honored dead"
The secretary called the roll of the
dead, the names added during the last
year being Theodore E. Bost Jr., Charles
H. Fmehout, John G. Johnson, Charles
n. Craw, P. V. DAILY, Charles A. Pettin-
gill.
REMINDED OF DEATH.
At the conclusion of the roll call the
exalted ruler. said: "In vain we call upon
you in the valley of the shadow Of
death. The places that once knew YOU
know you no more. Again we are re-
minded that in the midst of life we are
in DEATH
The Peoples church quartette, com
posed of Miss Celeste Coghlan, Mrs. c.
3. Yale, j. Warren Turner and Frank
RoSenthab with c. G. Titcomb as ac-
companist, sang Zone Sweetly Solemn
Thought" and then came the impressive
and solemn opening ceremonies by the
officers in accordance with the ritual.
AT the conclusion the audience sang the
opening ode
Rev. Samuel G. Smith delivered the in
vocation, and Dale's Come Unto Me-,
was sung by quintette composed of ]. Fl.
Donohue, e. j. DOnohue, J. f. Gehan. T
+. Christophe and Charles Morrow. Then
followed the memorial address by Hon.
Marcus D. Mum, who said in part:
MR.. MUNNS ADDRESS.
! In i, journeying from the rocky shores
OF the Atlantic coast, where the voice of
the sea is mingled with the murn1ur of the
pines, andIfUhS after the enchanted snOt
IS lost to view, there comes to one over
siT S5I thn+i NILS the distant roar of the
SynpaJneuc, restless sea, as it breaks
and rolls over. those eternal rocks, 0na
lnVoluntariIy turns and listens; when
SGIiG voice or note from the great in
tIsIpIe choIr OF the past again touches
the Key of half forgotten sorrow. and
me eye grows moist with the spray
from memorys wave breaking on the
SHORES Of the heart. So on this me-
mortal Gay, in fulfillment of one of orr
established customs, we, for brief time
cease our onward march, and bid all he
e o[ieIiI , as we turn our faces toward the
ever fecedlng past wherein so MANY of
our brothers, Wearied of the present or
enam0red with immortality, have fallen
mo that QreamleSs sleep which ends in
antlcipations and hopes, unrealfzed save t
In ShadOWy eternity.
While standing. thus we hear again
IN IN me mem E!3y hail the voice and tread
OF our silent brothers, whose names have
here been called. Again we hear a yOioo
"a stoly-or a song from lfps forever
nushed in perfect rest. At home, along
III dI5e ousE walks OF lIfe,in the lodge room,
40 We again see those heroes of our low
the plumed knights of remenobeTed
past The good they did is not buried
WI onelr dust This gathering is a Nv
ing testimonial that the lives of those
TO whose names sOrrowfuI echo has beTe
vain. III
REJOICE, NOT MOURN
We. meet today to rejoice that tbo1
nave lived rather than to mourn thai
lney have DIED. They have gone from
among Us, but who can say their infiII-
eHce VIII not be felt in the years to
What G, strange and mysterious tbino
ne Is. Two young lives, enamored Of
edGn oIher with thr0bbing hearts and
G ~ ian with Joy and hope, while seated
az the great chess board of life. gently
ana lovingly move their little kline on.
queen out from the guarded center Of
nome onto the square Of life. there tn
itake part IN the great game we call ex-
lSIence In the loving admira tiOn of
those two seated at the board We arc
We always viii be-kings or queens. B11t
AFTER we nave moved out onto 4he
great square of life we build our own
GaSueS' and our own actions make us
KING or queen. bishop. knight or pawn.
In cur order We strive to recognizes in
every man his worth If natIIra I7aS
placed on him the burden of pbvsicaI de-
formlly, he is still to us a man of stature
LuIi. II idte or conSplring circumstances
nave so beWildered him that he has lost
the step and time Of human rectitude
ana stumbled by the way, with helDine
hahd we lift him from the ground and
brush from his memory and mind the
dust of his fail.
TO us it matters not where cur brother
may hYe-be it i'll castle or cottage we
measure him not by the walls within
winch he lives but his worth We rec
oShlZe that in the brain Of many men
there are recesses dim and dark treach-
So CHRISTMAS 80. !