Connecticut western news., 1899-04-27

test of Justice Fields penetrating and all ransacking intellect must have in it something worthy of your confidence. 1 tell you now that Christianity has not only the heart of the world on its side, but the brain of the world also. Ye who have tried to represent the religion of the Bible as something pusillani- nous, how do you account for the Christian faith of Stephen J. Field, whole shelves of the law library occu- pied with his magnificent decisionsf
 And now may the God of all comfort speak to the bereft, especially to her who was the queen of his life from the day when as stranger he was shown to her pew in the Episcopal church to this time of the broken heart. He changed churches, but did not change religions, for the church in which he was born and the church in which he died alike believe in God the Father Al mighty, Maker or heaven and earth, and in Jesus Christ, his only begotten Son, and in the communion of saints, and in the life everlasting. Amen.
 The body of our friend sleeps in tenn pOIdIy iSSlihS pAdOo. AiCdi oo O'Oh whelmed with grief cannot just now decide where that sacred and silent form shall hear the trumpet that wakes the dead. Three places are proposed, and all appropriate. Some say let it be in some Gods acre near this capital. where the pillows of dust are already embroidered with spring flowers. How appropriate some cemetery near this city, which was so long his residence, and so near the place where he sat in judgment, holding evenly the balances that God put in his hand It would be we'll for us sometimes to go out and read his epitaph and recall his virtues. Some say let him rest on the Pacific slope, where he achieved so much for the new state and fitted himself for so great eminence, and it would be beau tiful to let the whole nation bow at his passing catafalque, funeral reaching from ocean to ocean and 1000 miles long, the Alleghanies and the Rockies and the Sierra Nevadas echoing the thunders of the rail train taking him to his last earthly home.
 But equally as .appropriate is another
  graves of father and mother and re- nowned brothers and the New England friends of the family in the cemetery at Stockbridge, Mass. After life of toll and struggle he needs some quiet place. Old men who were his schoolfel- lows would lean heavily upon the staff and watch as he was brought through the gates of the place in which they also will soon lie down to rest Far away from the jostle and contention and rush and activities of the great cities he would sleep tne calm sleep of the just. The hyacinths and calla lilies of the spring planted there wocld typify the resurrection, and the snoN;s of win ter banked there would suggest the robes made white in the blood of tine Lamb.
 Goodby, my dear old friend of more than 80 years. Your words of personal encouragement and good cheer give me the right to offer words of commem- !. oration. But 1 must leave to others his place of burial. This city might choose Rock Creek and Oak Hill, and San Fran cisco might choose Lone Mountain; yet if I had my choice I would say let it be the cemetery at Stockbridge. He would be at home there and it would be family reunited, but whatever be the place, let me sprinkle over the newly made grave this handful of heather from the Scotch highlands, in the hymn which the people of that land of An drew Melville and John Knox are apt to sing on their way to the grave of some one greatly beloved:
 Neighbor, accept our parting song.
 The road is short, the rest is long.
 The Lord brought here, the Lord takes hence; This is no house of permanenee.
 On bread of mirth and bread of tears
 The lilgrim fed these checkered years.
 Now, landlord world, shut to the door;
 Thy guest Is gone forever more.
 Gone to the land of sweet repose, His comrades bless him as he goes. .'- Of toll and moil the day was full.
 good sleep now-the night is cool
 Yea, village bells ring softly, ring.
 And in the blessed Sabbath bring
 Which from this weary workday tryst
 Awaits Gods folk through Jesus Christ.