The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-03-29
MEMORIAL SERVICE
ADDRESS DELIVERED BY HENRY
 H. BENEDICT.

L' Baldwin nt the First Methodist Episcopal Church.
 A memorial service was, held Tuesday evening by the official board of the First M, B. church in honor of the three former members of the board who have died during the present conference year-Horace J. Morton, William J.. Bradley and Charles l.. Baldwin. The Scripture lesson was read by Charles A. Baldwin and prayer was offered by the Rev. Dr. w. T. Hill. Miss Freud homme of the church quartette render ed contralto solo Thy Will be Done." The pastor, Rev. Francis T. Brown, who presided, made a brief opening ad- dress and introduced the speaker of the evening, Henry H. Benedict, president of the board of trustees. Mr.. Benedict was warm personal friend of each of the three in whose memory the service was held, and during their sickness made frequent and regular visits upon them.
 Most of MT. Benedict's recent ad- dresses have been extemporaneous, but this was in manuscript, and it is in full as follows:
 There are localities and conditions endeared by beautiful association and delightful recollection.
 Do we nor see God in the open, amidst the flow of tide in rivulet or ocean, on the hills, in the valleys.
 Do we not hear God speak in the thud of falling waters, through the whipping of forest branch, in the rustling of leaf?
 Do we not see him in the ''crest of wave midst sparkling foam?'
 Do we not see him in the sun lit of the forest, or the quietude of the meadow?
 Do we not see him in the sunlit fur ries of the lake, or on the mountain top barren, cold, desolate?
 When one that holds communion with the skies.
 Has filled his urn where these pure waters rise,
 And once more mingles with us
 meaner things,
 Iris cen as if an angel shook his
 wings
 In the sick room amongst the shut in do we not receive inspiration?
 Does not weakness, suffering. sorrow teach us lessons of gratitude, love, de votion.
 Do we not see an object lesson of patience and resignation In the heroism of the invalid?
 Do we not there feel the God touch. aIy TO hno IIti = full living pictures of submission, faith, love, saintliness.
 Since a boy of eighteen amidst the companionship of the inf1rm the old and the Ill, I have been often stimu- lated and the better prepared to fight life's battles and sometimes contend with uncomfortable environment Or condition
 I remember when youth that 1 re-. ceived the first prize for the solution of a famous nick-nax puzzle. The first line made an indelible impression.
 "Teach me to feet anothers woe" am not tonight to refer to frequent visitations to our departed friends during the later years of their lives. hlt I am to briefly speak of three men who only as it were yesterday, were active earnest, helpers in this historic church, now clothed in it's new gar- ments of physical attractiveness and today blessed with an able, prayerful, tactful, zealous pastor.
 May its membership listen to his bugle summons to service and sacrifice for the lamb of God who taketh away
 
 the sins of the world.
 HORACE J. MORTON. Horace J. Morton was born Nov. 14th, 1915 and died October 2S, 1905.
 Nv acquaintance with MT. Morton hapan in 1857 before had quite reached my twelfth year.
 EIderly men in this room will re-. rnAmber the financial panic of 1857. A cornmerical upset to-day cannot dis t,,rb cannot create the same diff culties as in 1857.
 Tn those days wealthy individuals carried many business men.
 Banking was then in its comparative infancy
 Horace J. Morton, always forehanded; in the ffties possessed with surplus money, loaned it at simple interest to those whom he believed sound. Amongst them was my father.
 can never forget my fathers bright fare and buoyant manner when one evening in 1857 he said to me Horace Morton is 8 gentleman: A manly friendly man. He said to me this afternoon Henry III tide you over without security and immediately gave me S5. 900 and also assurance of further loans.'
 No bigger brighter man, professional or commercial exists than the real merchant he who has the genius for merchandising.
 T have sometimes said nanu- facturer a. railroad professor, a college nrofessor was amongst our highest tynes of brain power, but merchant, a genuine big broad merchant has no mental superior.
 May I remark that we are all pro- lessor brothers of something, one of real estate. another of iron another of nhvsics. mathematics, Creek Latin what not. If we are good for anything we are professors, so let us never stand upon a pedestal of pride and con- ceit and imagine we belong to a particular order of mankind. There are two orders of friends, angels and men. Professors are certainly not always angels. MT. Morton was a merchant and