Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1899-06-14
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IN MEMORY OF GEO. DIVER.
4 Handsome Bronze Monument Un-
 yelled by the Woodnen.

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 The ceremonies O unveiiing the beautiful brouze monument which had beeu erected to the memory of the late George DWyeT. were largely attended yesterday aft, raOoa. B.s- sides the members of the local camp of WOodmen S large number Of citizens we're gsiterrsi there to lls'eL tO ihe beAuiiiul words Of tbs dsdi- cation services of that oFdoS. aud 10 look upon the strong and silent testimonial of love that had be-.n placed al his heal by loving hands aud dedicated by spTToWiug brother and friends.
 The monument had been covered by large American flag ghich As ueld to place at he top by a eesugI- iui wreath of evergreen aud roses.
 The nember of the WoOdnen lodge marched to tho. grave iu A oois aud formed m circle about it. Alter Nearer, my God. to Tbee" had b~eG sung by the members Coancii Commander J. .. Gales read the openi ig portion of the service, after which Miss Anna Burke reci-ed Q. Why Should the Spirit of Mortal be Proud" in a very sweet and impressive mAnuer.
 TheE As the sgeet strains of Jesus Lover of My Soul" was wait ed hvaseuward by the gentle breeze the vril was remoyrd displaying one the finest monuments that has ever been erected m this city.
 ] Alt.T the veil had been removed Hon Dennis Burke stepted tO the head of the grave and delivered the | following eulogy to the memory of ! the departed one who had been SO loved and respected by all who had known him in life, and as the earnest words fel! from hts lips there were few dry eyes in that body of listen CTS:
 We meet here to perform duty of love and to express a deep sense Of grief-nOt for purposes Of busi- ness, or politics, or pleasure; not from a selfish motive or a selfish de sire, but out of pure love fora friend that has died, and out of sincere grief at bis death. We meet with one heart to pay a last loving tribute 10 bis memory. IL is, in deed, fitting that we should do this. IL is fitting because in the death of George Dwyer we all suffer the loss of true friend, our city the loss Of loyal and promising citizen, our territory the loss of a man who, born among her hills, would, bad be hved, have shed honor upon her name. Some people say that there is very little feeling or sentiment in our western life. There would be much truth in this charge if we did not show that we love and honor the friendship of a true friend, the character of pure and honest fel- low citizen-if We did not love and honor one who in his life exemplifed the lines of the poet " True to thy friends, in foul or
 sunny day; True to thy home, thy country, and
 thy God.
 George pwyer is dead, For months we have missed his familiar face; for months we have felt his loss; for months we have shared the irreparable bereavement of his family. Death is always sad, but it is profoundly sad when its cruel blow falls upon the hopeful brow of a young man. Today he Is youth of hope, of promise, of high ambi i tion, planning greater deeds, doing bis daily work nobly and anxiously, that he might fit himself for a higher place in the future. Then comes the final sentence of death, and his plans, his hopes, and bis ambitions ! are destroyed forever. Hopes and i ambition, born as it were of sun beams, are dispelled forever by the 1 shadow of death.
 Gut of in the glory of youth, l stricken down in the promise of young manhood, taken from his life and bis work. with hopes unfulfilled, | plans unpertormed, aspirations un- gratifed. This, indeed, is the sad dest death of all. The short life of such youth is like an unfinished 1 shaft which the architect designed | for a thing of strength and beauty. ! The divine architect of heaven surely designed George Dwyer for a strong and true and noble man, and then, in his inscrutable wis dom, took him from us before ke rose to the full fruition of his man hood. But while the life of our good friend was brief, it was long
 I enough to teach US the manner of man be was. George Dwyer was endowed with the qualities tbat | make the successful man. He was | enterprising, fond of work. and am bilious to accomplish things from day to day, and thus succeed in life. ! He was a hard worker. Nothing was so sweet to him as the smile l upon the face of duty. He had a great head for detail. He did the | smallest things with the same care ! and accuracy as the general directs bis army. He was honest to a | fault. l lived with him; worked 1 by his side; I knew him from his childhood; and l know him to have 1. been minutelv and unswervinglv ! honest. His character was as pure as the sunlight that colors the flow CTS of spring, and as solid and . strong as the hills that girdle our city. But l need not dwell upon | the singular purity Of his character and of his daily habits; it was the common knowledge and the silent admiration of us all
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