Albuquerque weekly citizen. (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1891-19??, 1902-12-13

my brothers--this IL our annual
memorial day. Albuquerque lodge, No.
461. has not during the year been Wis
tied by death. Our brothers In other
lodges have not been so fortunate. We
sympathize with them today In their
afiiiction.
I'VE extend over the dead as over
the living, the broad mantle of charity
as required h. lie motto of our order
The faults OF our brothers we write
upon the sand, their virtues upon the
tablets of love and memory
Our duty today is not done how.
ever. when we recall the virtues of our
departed brothers. Our thoughts are
directed TO death and the hereafter
that we may be stimulated to right
living. Those commendable virtues
Justice, charity. brotherly love and
fidelity--are by these exercises, i'm
pressed upon our minds not merely for
our appreciation, but that they may be.
come migrated In our lives. Life and
death time and eternity, are the vcri-
ties we contemplate that we may so
US an ever increasing JOY.
"'rhe reciprocal action of mind and
matter is not sufficiently understood
We are learning. however. every day.
something OF It's mysteries. Worthy
actions spring from worthy thoughts,
and worthy thoughts are the conse-
quences of worthy actions. My broth
ors Il is the height of folly to expect to
find a purc soul in debauched body
or TO look for body to be perfect II
II contains a debased soul That man
violates every principle of develop
ment who thinks the soul In eternity
Will have attributes other than those
manifested in time.
The life and death of Minus. the
great Assyrian monarch Is summed
up In these words
Minus. the Assyrian, had an ocean
of gold. and other riches more than the
sand In the Caspian sea; he never saw
the stars. and perhaps he never de-
sired IL; he never stirred up the holy
fire among the magi; nor touched his
god with the sacred rod according to
the laws; he never offered sacrifice,
nor worshipped the deity. nor admins
tered justice, nor spake to the people.
nor numbered them; but he was most
valiant to eat and drink, and having
mingled his wines he threw the rest
upon the stones. This man Is dead,
behold his sepulchre and now hear
where Minus is Sometime I was Minus
and drew the breath of living man,
but now am nothing but clay. have
nothing but what did eat and what
served to myself. in lust. is all my
portion
I'VE all admire and desire moral ex-
cellence. We will search In vain for a
more promising basis of morality than
the expectation of Immortality.
rhe man who cherishes low opin-
ion of the dignity of his nature will
act along that level. II. however, he
regards himself as of regal birth and
princely endowments, as child Of
God an dan heir of immortality. every
thought and deed will be purified and
energized by the vitality of a lofty
purpose and high endeavor.
MY brothers. how is II possible for
one to elevate his thoughts. purposes
and aims to the truly noble great and
beautiful. who believes that after a
brief appearance on the stage Of this
| world, he Is to sink into oblivion and
to lose his consciousness forever?
THE problems of life confront us.
The struggle for existence Is intense.
There Is a maddenine rush for power
and pef. Pleasures pail upon us. Sue
cesses bring not satisfaction. Strug-
giles enervate and tire us. Injustice
and failure are common experiences.
We cry out In the words of the
preacher Vanity. vanity. all is vanity.
I'VE toll up the mountain slope only
to find higher peaks beyord. When
one achievement Ia ours. others more
desirable enlist our energies. Human
life with all It's joys and consultations.
has It's chief value in the face that II is
transition state. II IL the school of
the soul from which 1t graduates into
more perfect and q never ending con-
dition.
Our order gives us this lesson to-
day. Let us learn II well--let US prac.
tice II daily--prepare In time for
eternity.
$50 live. that when the summons
| comes to Join
The innumerable caravan, which
moves
To that mysterious realm, where each
| shall take
His chamber In the silent halls of
death.
Thou 20 not, like the quarry-slave at
| night.
Scoarged to his dungeon, but, sus-
tanned and soothed,
BY an unfaltering trust, approach thy
grave
Like one who wraps the drapery Of his