New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-05-16
r. III. STODDARD,S BURIAL.
4ppreciatiUe Words by E.. c. Sted-
man and Ripley Hitchcock.

The body of Richard Henry Stoddard, the au-
thor. buried yesterday in the old cemetery at
Sag Harbor, Long Island, with fitting ceremony
Edmund Clarence stedman, Mrs. Ellen Douglas
Stedman and Ripley Hitchcock accompanied the
body from this city. AT Sag Harbor they were
joined by several Of Mr.. Stoddards village
friends
At the grave Mr.. Stedman spoke as follows:
Year before last on Labor Day, brought TO
this beautiful resting place the remains OF an only
then my pous duty at the bidding Of his parents, to
speak the tribute TO his life and talents that was
laid the ashes of his mother-of that woman
eesos in hen Of both the son and
the husband who with her made up trio I'M
This wife and mother had spent her vitality In
soothing her 0ya son ut ms hem hs
band from a prostration which we thought was
mortal and then like AGes f gave %bch e gned
for him has been passed in fulflment of those hose
were pledged: and now. with these ali completed
and with little left for which ne careo 70 LAZY az
he had wished. And to-day we have only to ley
this f space Wch he prepared for it, to and
peace and hope, and the reverence Of the living
This is not the hour to dwell upon the career or
the genius OF the bn1H here The house Of the
stoddards dies with him but he and his, IN song
His life though without liberty of travel and ndul-
gence, proud and feiicitous However patnesue c
his Affections his deprivations seemed, he MAD what
he desred-the tasks for which he ionged me Iel-
WHICH for " sixty wears he gairedNths American of
the old breed-a manly, Independent support, ana
wisdom thai understands the conditions that make
for against ones craft and he met an bs h,
spirit soldier who makes no fuss aD2pt ms
wounds because wounds are the chance OF all ne
eaI b Wne If to labor is to pray not
only the stanchest but the most religious OF us an
with her lived content beyond expression His
songs have travelled far, his name is dear 10 tne
to
Of ali poets he had most considered Death. and OF
Of us the opening lines of still imprinted lyric.
which he wrote after his wifes depar1upe anu 1n
ried about with him to his last oaS' seeiii Jul Wv"
natural expression:
At mdn nj ITS or "a at tf h00a Of III.
Death always too soon
rroo soon for us who stay behind, but not for him
summoned at the apt moment Of MS desre s az
him reunited with his own, upon TINS aIg oI s rio
stance and being and whose moist 6reeaes soon Will
make green the grass above their graves
Mr. Hitchcock followed with these words OF
Appreciation:
This is our farewell to a manhood which 5Ifa has has
have heard much of the strenuousness Of captains
# d. 5es sO Veg w 5fa ay embody
heroisn. There lies one who in the fae Oh az
a to Ss ART KEPT Phe h boy %ho Wins way
eTf & is an by conditons Who holds
to higher and purer standard, well knowing Lr@t
of wealth? Greater love hath no man FOR ms VOTE
than he who gives his life. and turns MS PACK
uDon material rewards. How brave a man u
poet was has been hidden by the modesty Ni!iCi
was his nature. The boy, swinging g. blacksIhItLi
hammer until his blstered palm was glueo 70 tio
handle or toiling breathlessly in the reek OF tle
foundry snatched hours from needed rest 10 teSIa
the secrets of the masters of E2gtsn lftt tniI
The man. earning his bread by any hoheSt Ioti;
kept unsTnirched the purity and sanity OF ldeed
standards: wha tever his daily task might De- ne
maintained nvioate the divine fire Whlch came 70
him as a sacred gift. He met disappolntmehts, ne
faced disasters, he those who were more ai
the world to him taken from his side; through an
those darking days he kept intact the courage
battles and established giant industries Through
out all this his love for his art. which passes Lne
understanding of many man or alIaTS' gre"
sweeter richer and more sacred.
It is right that Americans should prize pracucaI
success but we shall have fallen on eVll DAYS
when success comes to be measured by do4SLs
alone. Great industries change and disappear I
banker Of yesterday is forgotten by the banker OF
to-day but the echo of the poets song remains.
Here is the ending of life strenuous as rev IVes
are and crowned with lasting achievement here
we Law at rest mortality but the song or the poet
rings through time to come. HIS was a oIvlLe
Gift and il is surrendered to the divinity VINO gave
It with a full accounting from Richard henry
Stoddard. poet and man.
When the coffin was lowered into the grave
Mr. stedman placed upon 1t some branches OF
laurel sent by the Authors Club in honor OF
their fellow member and benefactor. The ao-
Joining graves Of Mr.. Stoddard's wife and Lor-
inner his son, were decorated with flowers