Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1904-12-08

........... -. Esteemed Loyal Knight
John N. johnson,
...... Esteemed LecturiDg Knight
James S. Crawford, d,..........Secretary
John r. Higgins. ,.............Tr Treasurer
William A. Wooten, Tyler
Frank M. Miller, er,................Es Esquire
Henry 81. Griffin, ......,.... Chaplain
| PAST EXALTED RULERS.
E. G. Porter A. A. Joseph
Joseph Rosenthal, Chairman.
w. J. Gibson, Sect'y, Lionel We'll
George C. Royal E. b. Borden, Jr.
MEMORIAL COMMITTEE.
! Lionel We'll, Chairman.
George G. RoyalI A. A. Joseph
w. j. Gibson William A. Wooten
AS we are so fortunate as to be
able to give the complete text of the
Memorial address futher comment
is needless from US, other than to say
that the eloquent orator fully met
the expectations Of his many admir-
ing friends here who had heard him
before and who esteem it always a
privilege to be of his audience. DIR.
Calish spoke as follows:
EXALTED RULER, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN:
The occasion which brings us to-
onthnr thiC afternoon iC
eXcites my keenest admiration. This
Lodge of Sorrow is a beneficent in
stitution by it's mere existence, for
the reason that it is an appeal to SEN
timent. Our age is SO essentially an
age OF machines that we are in danger
OF losing our best possessions, those
of the emotions. In every direction in
which we turn we are confronted with
the triumphs Of mechanical and in
ventive genius. Steam is the heart
of our modern existence, electricity
is it's brain, and hands of iron carry
out it's wishes, as they are communi-
Gated along the nerves Of copper wire.
In locomotion, heat and light we are
Independent OF our natural powers.
In the cooking OF our food, in the
manufacture OF our clothing, shoes
and caps, in the building of our homes
and the adornnient of them, even in
the making of our luxuries, machines
are taking the place of men and wOm-
en-, fingers OF steel are supplanting
fingers of flesh and bone till it seems
as though our very life itself is made
up of but two straight rails, along
which runs the unconscious engine Of
our being.
In view Of this ever increasing me-
chanical tendency OF our age it is
refreshing to turn aside from the whIr
OF wheels and the ceaseless hum OF
belts and bands, anu give ourselves
over unto our human side, and be crea
lures of sentiment and thought and
feeling, instead of mere machines,
whether OF factory OF OF shop.
1t is beautiful service, this
Lodge of Sorrow" and were the or
der OF Elks to do no other good it
were worthy OF praise for this one
thing alone, in that it makes an ap-
peal for sentiment in the age that
seems likely to forget ali sentiment
But in addition to this indirect teach
ing the order OF the Ell1s consciously
inculcates the virtues OF Charity, JUS
tlce, BrOtherly Love and Fidelity Vir
tues which arouse our admiration,
call forth our WarmesL approval and
demand from those that practice them
nobility OF character and persevering
strength OF will, and are like the
walls OF house, the sturdy pillars
upon which rests the fabric OF So
ciety.
But above all is that which claims
our attention to-day, reverence to the
memory OF our unforgotten dead. The
appeal to-day is made unto our hearts.
and after all, as the ancient king has
said, "Out OF the heart are the issues
OF life" Mans horizon has broaden
ed. His thoughts have Widened with
the process of the suns, he has
grown wise with a Wondrous wisdom,
but his heart beats as OF yore, his
passions surge and thrill as OF old. Ii
you would really gauge the power ana
the strength OF entiment, see how it
has sWayed all the world through the
ages. Note the VastnesS OF the do
miniOn of which the heart is king
That which is immortal in literature
is that which appeals to the heart.
The poet who is most loved is he who
sings to life'S .Arobbing engine. What
thrills you on the stage, what holds
you in the forum, what satisfies you
in art, is that which comes home un-
to the heart. Call up the stories that
you love the most, the heroes and he
roines of history and fiction and you
W.. name those who have wrapped
themselves about your hearts by the
tendrils of sentiment.
And SO to-day we again acknowl-
edge the sovereignty of the heart and
we turn with fearful and tender in
terest to the memory of "our departed
brothers" Their names are given here
on this card, but they are craven more
deeply on our hearts. We recall them
to-day and we lay the wreath of our
unforgetting affection upon their
graves. And these names here given
call up others, and the solemn mem
orial of this hour comes home unto
every one of us. For into what fami-