The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-07-22

Ifiend, 1ngerSoll said: In youth we
front the sun; We live in light without
fear, without a thought of dusk or
night. We glory in excess. There is no
dread of loss when all is growth and
gain. With reckless hands we spend
ana waste and chide the flying hours for
lettering by the way. The future holds
the trult OF joy; the present keeps us
from the feast, and so, with hurrying
1eet we climb the heights and upward
look with eager eyes But when the
sun begins to sink and shadows fall
IN front, and lengthen on the path, then
rams upon the heart a sense of loss
ana then we hoard the shreds and
crumbs and vainly long for what was
cast away. And then with miser care
we save and spread thin hands before
DEFENDERS half-fed pickering flames,
while through the glass of time we
moaning watch the few remaining
grams of sand that hasten to their end.
In the gathering gloom the fires slowly
die. While memory dreams of youth, and
nope sometimes mistakes the glow Of
ashes for the coming of another morn.
Ii there Is beyond the VEIL beyond
the night called death, another world
IN which men carry all the failures and
the triumphs of this life; if above and
over all there be a God who loves the
right, an honest man has naught 20
| rear. And If there be another world in
which sincerity Is virtue in which
fdelity is loved and courage honored,
then all is well with the dear friend
whom we have lost
But If the grave ends all, if all that
was our friend is dead, the world is
better for the life he lived. Beyond the
tomb we cannot see. We listen. but
from the lips of mystery there comes no
word. Darkness and silence brooding
| over ALL And yet, because We love we
| hope. Farewell! And yet again, Fare
we'll,
And will there sometime be another
world? We have our dream. The idea
OF Immortality, that like a sea has
ebbed and flowed in the human heart,
| beating with it's countless waves
against the sands and rocks of time
and fate, was not born of any book or
creed. 1t was born of affection And it
Will continue to ebb and flow beneath
the mists and clouds of doubt and dark
ness as long as love kisses the lips of
| DEATH"
From Ingersolrs "Eulogy on Lin
coln:' He was neither tyrant nor
slave. He neither knelt nor scorned.
with him men were neither great nor
small-they were right or wrong"
In March last Ingersoll contributed a
characteristic and exceptionally inter
esting article to the New York Sun on
the achievements of the Nineteenth
century. 1t was reprinted in the Easter
edition of the Standard Among other
things 1ngersoll said IN the other
centuries there is now and then a. peak,
but through ours there runs noun
tain range with Alp on Alp--the steam
ship that has conquered all the seas;
the railway, with its steed of steel with
breath of fame, covers the land: the
cables and telegraphs, along which
lightning is the carrier of thought, have
made the nations neighbors and
brought the world to every home; the
making of paper made it possible to
give the history of the human race
each day; the reapers, mowers and
threshers that superseded the cradles,
scythes and fails; the lighting of
streets and houses with gas and in
candescent lamps, changing night into
day; the invention of matches that
made fire the companion of man: the
process of making steel, discovered by
Bessemer, saving for the world hum
dreds of millions a year; the discovery
OF anaesthetics, changing pain to hap
Ply dreams and making surgery a
science; the spectrum analysis that told
us the secrets of the suns; the tele- |
phone, that transports speech, uniting
lips and ears; the phonograph that |
holds in dots and marks the echoes of |
our words; the marvellous machines, |
that spin and weave, that manufacture |
the countless things of use. the marvel |
Gus machines. whose wheels and levers |
seem to think; the discoveries in chem |
istry, the wave theory Of light, the in |
destructibility of matter and force; the !
discovery of microbes and bacilH, so |
that now the plague can be stayed |
without the assistance of priests"
From Ingersolrs funeral Grafton at |
his brothers grave: He added to the |
sum of human joy, and We're every one !
for whom he did some loving service to |
bring blossom to his grave he would |
sleep tonight beneath a wilderness of |
flowers. Life is a narrow vale between |
the cold and barren peaks of two eter-
mites"
In his speech nominating James G. !
Blaine at the republican national cen !
vention in 1876 Colonel Ing ars oil said:
This is a grand year, "a year filed |
with the recollections Of the "evolu-
ton: filled with proud and tender |
memories of the sacred past;
filled with legends of liberty vefr |
in which the sons of freedom will ccink
from the fountain of enthusiasm; a |
year in which the people call for the
man who has preserved in congress
what their soldiers Won upon the field:
a year in which they call for the man
who has torn from :ae throat of treas
on the tongue of Islander; the man nto |
has snatched the mask IF democracy
from the hideous face of the rebellion;
the man who, like the intellectual lth-
lete, has stood in the arena of debate.
all corners, and who, up
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