The Forrest City times., 1901-03-08
Dwelling Ceremony.

Forrest Camp No. so, Woodmen of the World, paid their tribute to the late W Lee Parhsm Sunday by unveiling the beautiful monument erected by them to hjs memory. \ Tae day was a typical southern day aud . great crowd of friends, relatives aud others, gathered at the city of the dead on ,he hill.
 At 2:S0 the Woodmen of the World, in eegalia, gathered around the draped mon- ument and the last resting place of their brother and most worthy Sovereign.
 The opening ceremony was singing Of Rock Of Ages" by the choir. then fol- lowed reading of tue ritual by A. b. Boyle Consul Commander. Miss V~lms Evans followed with the beautiful solo, Il Shall Know Him." Miss Jessie Thomas re. cited the beautiful poem 'Vanity of Human Pride," after which tho veil was removed and the Camp dedicated it by sprnking the white shaft with salt, in. dicative of preservation; oil, our promises we fulfil, and water, eIublemitical of tears sorrow.
 The closing ceremony was an address hy Rev. ". C. Davidson, which. for selections:
 Ladies and friends and fellow Wood. men--A comrade is absent from our ranks today.
 But if he is gone, he is not forgotten. It is very rare that the dead, however humble they may have been, arc entirely forgotten when they take their leave from us. The infant, even, born of humble bic percentage aud sheltered by some rude hut of the field or forest. does not go to Its grave unwept and aforementioned. The very mound Ot earth heaped above it's little form and marked only by simple boards stuck down at the head and at the foot, with nothing but its namo peociled there, is an humble sincere effort to honor its infant dust and recall its resting place 50 the heart that gave 1t birth.
 All about us we see these signs of the unforgotten dead. Here we see a heap of earth with only a wooden board; there we see one with marble slab; yonder Is another all covered with running vines and growing flowers; another we observe is marked by an evergreen shrub, or the familiar cedar; and still another by tow b~ft nf a marble. These all speak to us of friend. ships that finger this side the grave--of sweet memories that cluster round the tomb.
 Ne, our absent csmrade is not forgot ten. The words of the orator, the com rades that sncircle his grave, the friends that throng this assembly, and the besuti. ful monument unveiled-all alike pro- claim that hs is not forgotten. Nor will his name perish from his native earth till time has worn this shaft of rock away and those he left behind have joined him on his distant shore.
 But why remember the deads Why not forget them? They are gone and will not return. And, Ito remember Is but to lament"
 We remember them because we love them.
 There is nothing that appeals with greater force to the finer sensibiIities of the human heart than the remembrance of the dead. It brings with it a tender pathos that melts the fearless eye and subdues the stubborn heart It takes no account Of the faults and foibes in the lives of those that are gone, while under its pathetic touch every noble trait and kindly act stand out in bolder relief and clearer light than when they lived among us. This tender feeling that arises from meditation of the dead serves to keep down that spirit of vanity and pride that so often spells the divine beauty of our human nature, restrains those reckless ambitions and ranking passions that so often sweep men to ruin; it reminds us all of our final aud absolute dependence in life and causes us 10 seek "a closer walk with GOdn
 Yes, W. l.. Parham is dead and gone from our company. But we love him