The daily palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1904-1905, 1904-12-05
LODGE OF SORROW.
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| ", lnOu Divine
Redeemer,' was rendered by the
chorus and Mrs. F. P. Bartel. sang a
soprano solo, 1.-THE Day is Ended"
Eulogies on two of the departed
brothers were read by Professor
John w. Thompson and J. Bennett
Gordon. Mr.. Thompson delivered an
eulogy on J. Fred Jay, the last MEN,
Der Of the local lodge to die and Mr..
| Gordon spoke of Charles L.. Sherer,
who was killed in a railroad accident
last August. Mr.. GorGon's address
was one of the best of the afternoon
and was delivered in a very forcible
manner. The principal address of
the afternoon was made by the Hon.
James E. Watson, of Rushville.
Mr.. Watson sand in part:
"God is behind everything that
has ever occurred in history. He is
behind every defeat and every vic
tory. The poet of old understood this
when he said i doubt not through
the ages, one increasing purpose
runs That purpose is the brother
hood of men One idea through all
human history h,s been the father
hood Of God and brotherhood of
man. 1t Eliminates all history. 1t
is the pillar Of cloud by day and
of fire by night which has led peo-
pie all these years. For centuries
tyrants of old tried in vain to crush
out this spirit of fraternity but they
found it immortal. The spirit of fra
ternity has gone through sixty CEN
turtles Of battle and today stands out
in the most sublime light. We are
here to remember the dead, those
who have dropped from us from time
to time and are gone to the tomb.
If we can gather anything from the
lives Of those men we have eulogiz-
ed this afternoon we should remem-
Der from where those things which
build up men come. 1t is all the
work Of God. No human hand has
been enabled to make a correct re-
production of the work of God. A
painting Of the sunset is fine and is
costly and is admired by a large
number of people, but no one has
ever reproduced sunset which is
near as fine as the original. No one
can get the fine colors, the settings
and the general tone of the sunset
which we See nearly every evening
in this country and which, though
blotted out with the shadows of
darkness is reproduced the next ev-
ening Here is. the lesson We get
from the lives Of those who have
gone before us. If we desire to make
life a success and wish to have the
things said of us as of them we
must practice those things which
chara cterized their lives. Sentiment
makes us what We are. Home is but
a sentiment, but it has been strong
enough to lay the foundations of our
institutions and form the bulwarks
of our liberties. No man has ever
been strong enough to shoulder a
musket in defense of a boarding
house, but behind all of the armies
of the world lies the sentiment of
home and mother. During the civil
war parts of the Union and Rebel
army were encamped near each 9th
ed. One evening the band of the
Union army struck up America and
from the Southern army softly came
the strains of Dixie. A number of
these tunes were Exchanged for a
short time and fH~ llv the Northern
army struck up that old song "Home
Sweet Honta'' lie Southerners
did not answer with another tune,
but simply played the same tune.
There was a song which touched the
heart strings Of both armies. re-
member one time I was crossing the
continent from California. There
was only one other person in the
car and being lonesome tried to
start a conversation with him. [
addressed him in English, but he an
swered in some tongue which [ did
not know. Again [ tried French
and German, but each time he an
swered in an entirely different Ian
guage. There we had tried six diff
ferent languages and did not under
stand each other yet. Shortly after
this I began to hum "Home, Sweet
Home" absent mindedly. The
stranger Immediately took up the
tenor and we hummed that song
through a number of times. We had
at last reached a plane just through |
sentiment. Fraternity is but sem
timent. When we meet here to honor |