The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1903-12-07

ever MERGED through the wall that
hides the dead from the living. true
intellectually We must ever remain
aenostics. But has not the heart rea-
sons of which the mind knows not :.
Can not love climb over the eternai
wall and behold an ocean OF Hsh''
where logic lags slowly behlno anu
sees naught but darkness? Dld not
our own gerat skeptic, Ingersoll, deny
Immortality with his arguments YET
returned to belief with his emotions
when standing at his brothers TOMB
Yes, love, my brothers, is not only
the sunshine of life; but it is the star
of the tomb. Love is the mother OF
hope We can indeed have reasons 10
believe in immortality looking upon
the problem of the hereafter purely
philosophically. We can see that
nothing in Gods universe has ever
persisted, that no word was ever utter
ed but is still vibrating through space,
, that no body was ever laid to rest
but is still nourishing the elements
bursting forth into flowers or giving
strength to the soil. We know that
death is merely an appearance, not
reality Does it not seem JuSutaDle
then that intellectual life should be
of equal Importance as physical life
Should not the soul survive if even the
! body is immortal?
But when love cOntemplates upon
the mystery of death, it sees even
I further. Love knows what a human
soul is. It has caught a glimpse of
| that wonderful invisible something
which lies latent in our bOsoms and
| which rarely comes within sight. Let
| as not dream for a moment that When
! We meet a person. we meet the man
| We meet only his exterior; we see
that which is reflected by the footlights
/ of public opinion. For this reason
We think at times that humanity Is
very silly and shallow. But when you
have had a true friend with whom
you have felt at some day in your eX-
istence the thrilling rhapsody of a
| true and genuine love, then you can
not think for moment that mere
| ''booking' can make a Quietus of thai
soul. that a few grains of lead, droI
| of poison or a surgican miscut car
end it all.
A beautiful Illustration of this is
found in Tennyson's In Memorium.'
| The great English poet was scru-
| tnizing skeptic He had faith enough
to realize what doubt is. Death seem
ed annihilation But when his friend
Arthur Hallam passed beyond the hor-
| lion, then he found it impossible tc
| imagine him dead. Such a soul, such
a nobel spirit, such magnificent pow
ers cannot be destroyed. God will not
permit it. And he wrote those Won
I derful songs echOing in every Stanza
! the conquest of death by love.
brothers: Memorial Sunday should
10 this for US 1t should lead us
| through the memories of friends alb
sent and gone. to a clearer and bright
| er conception of the mission of death
! We behold the autumn leaves falling
but do not the falling autumn leaves
nourish the soil and thus prepare fol
| the advent of spring. We see a SUI
preme intelligence everywhere in ma
ture, shall we then accus this supreme
| intelligence of cruelty and assert thai
the God who made the soul created il
for no purpose but humiliation? Nay
let us be of good cheer. God did no
| give us hope to mock US love to tor
| ture us and faith to mislead us. Life
| is not a descent to darkness. 1t is
an ascent to light. With God in his
heaven, all is we'll with the world