Wadsworth semi-weekly dispatch. [volume] (Wadsworth, Nev.) 1899-1904, 1901-01-22
ARTHUR w.
MACPHERSON,
AT REST,
Hosts Of Friends Gather at
Union Church to pay their
Last Respects.


The march of death is relentless,
universal; none can escape; no place
and no man is safe from the quiet
footsteps that leave desolation and grief
behind. Death is no respecter of per-
sons, but loves a shining mark, and
those who have hold of our very heart
strings seem earliest visited.
In the bright hour Of a glorious
young manhood when Arthur was the
friend of everybody and everybodys
friend, death sought and found him.
Arthur's creed in life was the Col
den Rule, and how we'll he lived up to
it is evidenced by the testimony of all
With whom he came in contact. Their
love dictates memorial to him which
their hearts cherish, and he whose
memory lives in the hearts of men
hath builded a monument more endur-
ing than marble or bronze.
His religion was TO:
$50 live, that when his summons came to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall
take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
He went not like the quarry slave at night
Scourged to his dungeon; but sustained and
soothed
By an unfaltering trust approached his grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him and lies down to pleasant dreams"
His was a nature truly noble.
Marked in youth for years of suffering
by providence whose ways are past
finding out, our beloved friend smiled
the tears of pain away in doing good to
others. How many a heart ache he
soothed with that gentle voice; how
many frowns that have changed to
smiles in his sunny presence; how
many tears dried up on small faces at
sight of him and friendly pat; how
many men have been eased in finan-
cial troubles; how many kindred acts
sprang from that large heart, none but
God knows.
The very essence of the milk Of hu-
man kindness comprised his being.
In town or out Of it, at home or
abroad. in hotel or in camp. he was
the same generous boy. ever mindful
of others and their comforts, ever will
ing to take the least for himself, ever
doing more than his share.
He was fun loving and enjoyed more
than anything else to get out with rod
or gun on stream or among the hills
away from civilization and close to
Nature. This was his delight and
here he was at home in any duty
His experiences made interesting
stories and he enllvsned the camp. A
party was not complete without him.
In such places and under such crcum-
stances men show their real charac-
ters and dispositions.
The minds of his chums clog. SO
fast come memories of him. made
lasting by some kindly act. The reve-
lations of his heart we're given at snow
capped mountain SUBMITS when the
boys we're weary with their climb, on
roads at dead of night when every ad-
vance was marked by danger; on the
shore Of the lake that lay before them
calm and placid; on the bank of the
river swiftly flowing to that inland
sea- under many circumstances
and different conditions, but always
tending to cheer, to comfort, to sub
stantlally aid those with him. This
trait of his character alone and what it
wrought will make his friends mindful
of him so long as life shall last.