The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1907-05-11

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a.l l.Press;ve-Hss. L J. Cex, # Bay St.
Lsuis, 0rstsr Il The Oeeasisa.
Luther Weston Camp, No. 66, Wood
men of the World, of Pennington. un-
yelled handsome granite monument to
the memory of their deceased brother,
John Alvin, at Cedar Rest Cemetery,
Bay st. Louis, on Sunday afternoon in
the presence of large gathe ring of
Woodmen, both Of Pearlington and this
city, and their friends.
The sovereigns of Pearlington officiat-
ed and were assisted by the sovereigns
of Cedar Grove and Live Oak camps of
Bay st. Lonis. Mr.. d. H. Snow, OF
Pearlington, was master of ceremonies,
and the other officer spresent were the
followins-named: C.. D. Orr, consul
commander; Emil Koch, advisor lieute-
nant; w. T. Stocker, banker; Asa Hur-
sey, clerk; Sam Russ, escort; E. b.
Bowman, watchman; Leon Capdepon,
sentry, (of Live Oak Camp, Bay St.
Louis); Frank Gutierrez, captain; Alex
ander Orr, reader; Joseph A. Seal, flag
bearer.
On the monument is chiseled the fol-
lowing: "Erected by the Wood men of
the World. Dom facet Clamet. John
Alvin, born in Chilli, So nth America, a
resident of Mississippi for twenty years;
died in Gulfport, Sept. Is, 1906, aged 81
years."
An organ had been placed in the rear
OF the monument, and Miss Cora Gray,
OF Bay st. Louis, presided as organist.
Several vocal selections were rendered
by Misses Eva Casanova, Carrie Casa
nova, May Osborn, Eunice Os born, Julia
Parker, Mamie Parker, Rilma Parker,
Mamie Bell Russ, Laurentza Hursey
Irene Carver, of Pea rlington and Log
town.
Mr.. Alexander Orr, reader, delivered
with much feeling and expression, the
following lines by the poet Knox:
THE VANITY OF HUMAN PRIDE.
o, why should the spirit of mortal be proud
Like . swift-neeting meteor, fast-nying clou d,
A dash OF the lightning. break Of the wave,
Man passes from life to his rest In the grave.
The leaves Of tho oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around and together be laid;
And the young and the old, and the low and the
high,
Shall molder to dust and together shall lie.
Tho mother, that infants affection who proved,
The husband, that mother and infant who blessed,
Each. all, are away to their dwellings OF rest.
The maid, on whose cheek, on whose brow, in
whose eye,
Shone beauty and pieasure-.her triumphs are by;
And the memories Of those who have loved her
and praised
Are alike from tho minds OF tho living erased.
The hand Of the king that the sceptre hath borne,
The brow Of the priest that the mite hath worn,
The eye OF the sage, and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost In the depth OF the grave.
| The peasant whose lot was to SOW and to reap,
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up
tho steep,
The beggaf. who wandered In search of his bread,
| Have faded away like the grass that We tread.
The saint, who enjoyed the communion OF Heaven
The sinner, who dared to remain unforgiven,
Tho wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust
So the multitude goes, like the nower or the
weed,
That withors away to lot others succeed;
So the multitude comes, even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that has often been told.
For We are the same that our fathers have been;
We see tho same sights that our fathers have
seen;
We drink the Same stream. and we view the
same sun,
And run the Same course that our fathers have
run.
The thoughts We are thinking, our fathers would
think;
From the death that We shrink from our fathers
would shrinkt
TO the life that we cling to, they also would
cling;
But 1t speeds for us all, like bird on tho wing.
They loved. but the story We can not unfold;
They scorned, but tho heart Of the naughty Is
cold,
They grieved but no wall from their slumbers
will come;
They joyed, but the tongue Of their gladness is
dumb.
They died .sh! they died-and we things that
are now,
Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
Who make In their dwelling transient abode,
Meet the things that they met on their Pilgrim
age.road.
Yeai hope and despondency pleasure and pain,
We mingle together In sunshine and rain;
And the smiles and tho tears, the song and the
dirge
Still follow each other like surge upon surge.
IT'S the wink OF an eye, 'tis the draught of a
breath,
From the blossom Of health to the paleness OF
death,
From the siIded saloon to the bier and the
shroud:
Oh why should the spirit OF mortal be proud
WILLIAM KNOX.
At the conclusion of the ritualistic
ceremonies, Hon. E. J. Gex, Of Bay st.
Louis, stepped forward and from the foot
of the grave delivered the following
beautiful oration. He said:
In obedience to your win, rise, your
humble organ, with the hope Of execut-
ing part Of the system OF public
mourning, which you have been pleased
to adopt, commemorative OF the death
0f f,srr ae&AAyy.ed SovArniOn John Alvin