Weekly Arizona journal-miner., 1905-05-10
MEMORIAL SERVICES
 OF PRESCOTT EAGLES

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 which we are capable. They may kn." +bo+ in their lives they shall have oI.or,. succor and aid which is enJoln- VI Inv tbe sublime doctrines of our order. .
 The invocation by Rev. Siotho"e!e'' ,f tbo Methodist church, was an ilii- nressive prayer, and conveyed .ne t,orobt that death is only the stepping s+ore to q higher life, for those who have made their earthly career one ol good deeds and righteous conduct
 Invested with all the solemnity and c,randeur of a cathedral service was tbe ritual which followed. and in which the various officers of Prescott Aerle participated. Advancing to the front Secretary c. II. McLane thrice called the name of H. K. Mcdonald. who died on June 12. 1903. At the same instant one of the five lights burning in the candelabra on the altar went out, and reappeared almost simultaneously Tn the Armament above the stage. In like manner were called the names of Geo. Wing (died August 30, 19O3), George Henry (died February 2l, 19O4), B. M. Crawford (died Sept. 15, 19OD. and Paul Sholtzy (died September 25,19OD. and in each case was the same trans position of lights effected. A bugle was sounded. symbolizing the call of the Angel Gabriel. and this impressive and beautiful feature conveyed in manner more expressive than words the divine transformation of death into eternal life.
 A duet " Forever with the Lord. ' by those talented vOcalists. Misses Isabel C. Loring and Bertha Carpenter. was exquisitely given, and their well-train- ed voices interpreted Gounod's theme with feeling and delicacy of expres- sion.
 The Eulogy" by Brother F. R. stewart was one of the principal feat ures ot the exercises. It was mas terly oration. ably delivered. and ra- piete with sentiments that toucbed tbo heart and appealed to the nobler s;do or human nature. It was an ora+ion that everyone should read. and ho cause of its unusual excellence if is herewith reproduced:
 There may exist in the m;rds some misapprchonsion of tbp ohioa.I ana purposes of the Fraternal ordor of Eagles. If so. it is to us mote. ol os e ,-i,:'I regret We have naught for nLi %nieh We should apologize. much that sn"1!' commend us to the kindly sym. Pathles of our fellow men. We como not to destroy but to build up. Ii is our desire to make the world brigb+or ara better, to add what we may to inc sweetness and beauty of life. We wei come the good and reject the evil. We abide by that supreme declaration 'CBv thelr fruits We shall know them
 Ihls day is set apart. and held sac red by our order. as an occasion unon which we scatter the blossoms of mem ory above the tOmbs of our departed dead. With us it is indeed fare thee well. and all hail? We mistake not the shadow for the substance. We Know that when the hand of death dld gently seal their eyes. he bore away the laughter and the sigh. the tender ness the living grace. the all that once InUQI -r ha cn-.1 lot r-.- dred soul.
 Today at this hour. throughout this great commonwealth. whose manifest destiny is the wonder of the world. from the boreal north to the home of the palm and the vine. from the east ern to the western seas. the Fraternal Order of Eagles lifts on high the chal- ice of love. and pours libation to those who have passed outward to the sil- ent land.
 Yes, our brothers have fared out ward to the unknown land. Some nat ural tears we shed. for in the silence that befals when ones beloved lies him down in pallid sleep. we feel alone \ chord is broken in our harp of joy. and all the music of the world is but dirTe of sad regret. We miss the bean tv of his smile. his gentle acts of char itv and loyal fellowship. We gaze moon the vacant chair and eyes grow dim: but on the mist of tears the an- gel Of faith doth paint the rainbow promise of an eternal hope. ''I am the resurrection and the life This is the message Of the lily and the rose. of the billowy wheat and the towering oak-it is the message and the promise of the Lord of humanity and life.
 The centuries have strewn the earth with empty husks. the useless taber- nacles where once were shrined immor- tai souls. But existence has no end.
 "Thc eternal Saki from that bowl has poured millions of bubbles like us, and will pour.'
 The empty tenement. the useless musk. the mortal shell, return to and commingles with the clements from which it came; but the Spirit, death less. sings and scars. And yet we weak lv faltor in the presence Of this angel Death. We stand beside the open tomb. and in our weakness, and from