Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-06-26

morphosis of form, and yet each atom
composing that form possesses it's own
special v1talized force and individuality.
Let us consider for a moment. Suppose
that in sauntering along the sandy
stretch of the sea shore on a bright sum-
mer day, the bright sunlight reflected
from the clear sand became painfully
dazzling to u eyes. Each particle of
sand expresses it's individuality in its
power to reflect the pencil rays of light
that dazzle our eyes. 1t is but one feature
OF its physical power. Suppose. again.
that after untold centuries of time, that
this sandy beach became buried to a great
depth by the dash of the tides, buried
so deep that the oceans front was miles
and miles away During these long GEN.
turtles under the pressure above and by
the general law of cohesion this sandy
beach hardened into a contrete mass, be-
came fine sandstone for building pur-
poses. Towns and cities were being build
ed and from these layers Of sandstone as
succeeding generations quarried to build
their houses.
Now, let us develop this thought a few
points further. Suppose hat some of the
very particles composing this sandstone
were the same atoms that reflected the
light that dazzled our eyes, and was quar-
ried out and put in the ron of the build
ing-indeed, from it's fineness was made
t1Ic SIISI VI tHe cOllieISlOL6S SupIbSG
again hat under the action of the ele-
ments of sunlight, rain and wind, these
same particles of sand became disinte~
grated and were blown into the garden.
1t may be they fell about some seed from
which came beautiful flowers to gladden.
the eyes and eXhale q perfume that might
be considered the departing spirit of the
beautiful flower that had converted to
itself the vitalized force, contained in the
particles of sand that fell at it's roots,
and so these grains Of sand became things
of beauty and fragrance. Or, imagine
again that these particles were blown into
the vegetable garden. In the chemical
laboratory of nature they became trans
formed into vegetables that We're served
on the table to nourish human life, and
SO become incorporated as 50 many par
ticles of the human body, a part of that
organized vital force we call man. 1t may
be possible that these d~isorganized par
ticles Of sand ma be metamorophcsed
into the living power and principles of
generous deeds and noble thoughts, to
mark the humanity of nan in that exalt-
ed plane-the higher Pythian Knighthoo1.
Such thoughts may be but flights of the
imagination. They may be in the pro-
| cesses of nature, scientific facts.
S it may be that the disintegrating
forms of decay, going OH in the grave, is
but a revitalizing life in other forms. 1t
still lives. Then whether this be life
or death, l know not.
"'Who fathoms the eternal thought?
Who talks of scheme and plan?
The Lord is God He needeth not
The poor device of man.
"I know not what the future hath
OF marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.'
"These thoughts of life and death in ma
ture were suggested several years ago
while ascending Mount Vesuvius. This
! great volcano was in action at the time
of my visit, and was full of interest to
tourists. In spite of the danger, we were
ready to risk our lives to the care of the
guides appointed by the Italian govern
ment to see to the safety of travellers.
I shall never forget the wonderfully beau
tiful nights we spent at Sorrento, direct
ly on the bay of Naples.
SO it is with the acts of every day-thc
dust of thought and the atoms of action
are blessed with the most fruitful re-
suits of good. From the ashes of the
good brothers we remember tonight
springs the spirit of their lives, vitalized
by every good deed done in the body, in
friendship, charity and beneVOlence, for
though dead, they yet speak," as their
works live after them.
We bring tonight, twined together, the
myrtle and the pansy, sun-kissed and
wet with the dew of tears, and place them
in loving remembrance of the countless
dead. With loyal hearts and clean
hands we place these mementoes upon
the altar of sacred memory to our
brothers who have passed that bourne
from whence no traveller returns Here,
in the presence of the spirits of hat vast
army of Pythian knighthood, with cour-
age. with devotion never eXcelled, with
enthusiasm and exalted purity of purpose,
we renew our obligations at this sacred
moment to all the mysteries bounding
the triangle, in friendship, charity and
benevolence.
In friendship we will ever ~open-handed
greet our brothers with royal welcome,
and while ca ger winds are kissing every
sail to the bark of prosperity, we will bid
them God-speed in the %happiest hours of
the voyage of life and pray Him to guard
them from evil and misfortune, that every
hour "may be jeweled with joy" and
every moment meet joys fruition.
DR.. Hammond said in part:
What marks the resting spot of our
hallowed lead Perchance some mauso-
leum, whose s%plendor challenges the adj
miration of the sightseer, and whose mag
nificent proportions and enduring quail
ties defy the ravages of time. Or some
granite shaft with chiseied inscription
elegantly wrought tells the tale of a noble
deed or mighty sacrifice for humanity.
Perhaps some simple mound or whose
crumbling stone or ~decaying ~headboard
the characters are no longer legible, is
the only remaining reminder of this rem
nant of mortality. 1t may be no trace re-
mains, no distinguishing mark upon the
broad green earth to show here lies all
that was mortal of those dear ones gone
before. The sea may hide them from our
sight. Lost in its depths, consigned to
its broad heaXing bosom the victims of