Virginian-pilot. (Norfolk, Va.) 1898-1911, 1900-12-04
orchestra. Miss Ethel Nicely. Mr.. II. H.
Woodward, Mrs. james Hughes and a

chorus of local artists.
~. Rev lev. w. "A; Barr, p; D.. offered a
delivered an eloquent eulogy to the
| memory of the dead. Mr.. Sergeant
| spoke from proscenium seat almost
In the midst of the audience. where his
speech had the best effect and would
be most thoroughly appreciated. 1t
was an excellent reminder that the iiv-
Ing should do honor to the dead-they
| should live so as to perpetuate the vir-
| tues Of the dead.
| The memorial address was delivered
| by Rev. Edward N. Callsch, d. D., of
| Richmond. 1t attracted intense atten-
| ton because of the sentiment of the
| well-rounded sentences and the exQui-
| site pathos of the subject of death and
| immortality.
DR.. Calisch spoke as follows:
Ladies and Gentlemen:
| The occasion which brings us to-
! gether this afternoon is one that ex-
| cites my lieenest admiration. This
| Lodge of Sorrow is a benencent in
| stitution by it's mere existence Tor the
reason that it is an appeal to senti-
ment Our age is so essentially an
age of machines that we are in dan
| ger OF losing our best possessions,
| those of emotions. In every direction
| in which we turn we are confronted
! with the triuinphs of mechanical and
| inventive genius. Steam is the heart
| of our modern existence, electricity is
its brain and hands of iron carry out
| its wishes. as they are communicated
along nerves of copper wire. In loco
motion. heat and light we arc indepen-
| dent of our natural powers. In the
| cooking of our food. In the manufac-
| lure Of our clothing, shoes and caps in
| the building of our homes and the
| adjournment of them, even in the max
| ing of our Injuries, machines are TAX
iNsr In
ringers OF steel are Supplanting fingers
OF flesh and bone, till it seems as
| though our very life itself is made up
| Oh but Two straight rails. along which
| runs the unconscious engine of our
! being.
In view II this ever-increasing me-
! chanical tendency of our age It is re-
| freshing to turn aside from the whirl
| OF wheels and the ceaseless hum of
| belts and bands, and give ourselves
over unto our human side, and be
creatures with beating hearts instead
| OF mere machines.
1T is n beautiful service, this Lodge
OF SORROW and were the order of the
Iiks to do no other good it were
| worthy OF praise for this one thing
| alone. in that ii makes an appeal for
! sentiment in the age that seems likely
to forget all sentiment. But in addi-
! ton to this indirect teaching the Order
virtues OF Charity. Justice, Brotherly
| Love and Fideity-virtues which
arouse our admiration. call forth our
| warmest approval and demand from
| those that practice them nobility of
character and persevering strength OF
| VIII. and are. like the walls of a house.
| the sturdy pillars upon which rests
| the fabric of society
But above all is that which claims
our attention to-day, reverence to the
memory of our unforgotten dead. The
appeal to-day is made unto our hearts.
ahu aileI an as the ancient king has
Sald. out OF the heart are the issues;
OF life Mans horizon has broadened.
his thoughts have widcned with the
process of the suns" he has grown
wise with wondrous wisdom. but his
heart beats as of yore. his passions
surge and thrill as of old. If you would
really gauge the power and the
| strength OF sentiment, see how n has
swayed all the world through the ages
| Note the vastness of the dominion of
which the heart is kind. That which
is immortal in literature is that which
apneals to the heart The poet who is
most loved is he who sings of lifo,s
throbbing engine. What thrills YOU on
| the stage, what holds YOU in the
| forum. what satisfies you in art is that
| which comes home unto the heart
Can up the stories that you love The
| most. the heroes and heroines of his
| tory and fiction. and YOU will name
those who have wrapped Themselves
about your hearts by the tendrils OF
sentiment. The books on law. mefi.
cine. geology and astronomy NAV be
good books for the seekers of knowl-
edge. but they do not interest even
| the learned. But the stories of Hocto,
| ana Andromache, of Isaac and Re
becca. of Othello and Desdemona. Of
Hamlet and Ophelia. of little Nell and
Faust and Marguerite-these are the
! books you love to read and linger owe,
for they are stories of the hearts
throbbinss. Aye. that which makes
the Southland so dear to its people
which makes the names of Lee and
Jackson and Stuart and Hill to cause
the rafters to ring with the shouts o,
the loyal, is that they were loved as
well as admired. because they ap.
peaied to the hottest sentiments of a
| high and noble minded people.
And as to-day we again acknowl.
edge the sovereignty of the heart anf
we turn with fearful and tender in.
terest TO the memory of "our departed
| brothers, Their names are given here
on this card. but they are craven moro
deeply on our hearts. We recall then
to-day and we lay the wreath of on,
untorgetting affection upon thei,
graves. And these names here giver
call up others and the solemn memorial
of this hour comes home unto ever,
one of us. for into what family has
the angel with the unseen sword not
entered.
There is no hock however watched
and tended,
But one dead lamb is there:
There is no fireside, howsoe'er de.
Tended.
But has one vacant chair"
our departed dear ones For their