The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-06-03
WOODMEH DEAD
ARE HONOREO
Impressive Memorial Services
Held at the City Cemetery
by FraternaI Order.
ADDRESS BY JUDGE CHERRY
GRAVES OF DEPARTED BROTH
ERS ARE DECORATED.

The Modern Woodmen of America yes.
terday morning held their annual memoir
ial services at the City cemetery. Tbs
graves of the dead members of the or
| der were decorated by the WoOdmen anC
I tliary to the lodge. The Woodmen me-
at the |. o. Q. T. hall and. accompanied
by the Fort Douglas bard. formed d pa
| rade two blocks long and marched to the
head of Main street. There they took car:
I and went to the City cemetery
AT the cemetery the WOodInen were
joined by. the Royal NeighbOrs and dec
] GRATED with flowers the graves of the
departed members of the fraternity
Judge A. N. Cherry made the memorial
address and Venerable Council YanneI
read the funeral services. Judge Cher
! rvs address follows:
Memory of Departed.
My friends. we have met today to re-
call the memory of our departed broth
! ers of the fraternai order of the Modern
/ Woodmen of America and scatter a few
! fragrant blossoms of earth upon their
\ last resting place. This is done, not that
/ it will inure to their peace or comfort
/ but that ii may make us better and trueT
| to cur pledges to each other. 1t is well
ofttimes to replenish the spirit of fra
| ternalism by meeting with each other al
the lodge and in the social circle. bat there
comes a deeper sense of the real spirit
i
quiet resting place of a departed friend.
| These brothers who now sleep in this
| beautiful. cemetery need no eulOgy from
me. The very fact that they were hon
ored members of our order speaks more
eIoquently than any feeble words of mine.
Any man who becomes a member of a
traternal order does so because there is
some enc on earth that he loves more
than himself-a mother, WIFE, a sister
or little children appeal to his heart, and
he sacrifices that they may have lit
tie of the comforts of life after his is
ended
ANY man who has such feelings of af-
lection for others is not wholly a bad
man. Many such an one has toiled early
and late that he might save the means to
pay for an insurance in our order, which
would provide the necessaries for the
| helpless ones he left behind when the
chilly hand of death laid him low.
Men Have Faults.
such men may have faults-we all
have them-but down deep in their hearts
We see enough to know that they were
good and kind
''Once again we are permitted to as
semble in the city of the dead and bow
our heads over the Wondering heaps
which mark the last resting place of our
departed brothers
1T is good to be here. 1t is one of the
most beneficent moods of human exper-
fence to turn away from the busy life,
with its mad rush and frivolous joys and
dwell in memory with the dead. 1t soft
ems our nature and brings us nearer to
the living to drop the human tear of
sympathy for those who have passed from
life into the dreamless sleep of death. All
feelings of resentment vanish as we bend
over the silent form of our bitterest en-
envy. Standing by the grave of a friend
we think only of the good that was in
him, his faults we Danish from our minds.
Thus, by cOmmuning with the dead. we
are ourselves made better and holier
men and women.
Rest Beneath the Sod.
Nothing we can say will benefit or in
they are alike indifferent to nattery or
censure. Their career on earth is ended.
and they have passed from one great
mystery-life-tO another great mystery
death. To us death is a mysterious con-
diti0n tragedy in which each one of us
will be the victim and though cur every
life be rich in love and every moment
jeweled with JOY. yet there can be no
escape from the last sigh of life Life
ing before our life, and we can see moth
ing beyond it; yet. with human affec-
ton in our hearts. like a gimmering
light on the distant mountains, let US
turn our eyes athwart the open grave
taking each other by the hand. lay us
fearlessly side by side in natures arms,
trusting the kind law Of the universe
that the lives and loves of our earthly
career will find the best and proper place
In the contamination of all things mater
ial. mental and spiritual; and that jOy
and tranquility will come as the flowers
come after the frost, and the light after
darkness.
Man is the most wonderful of all liv-
ing organisms His aspirations and hopes
reach beyond physical death. His don1in-
ion is over all the earth His knowledge
peers into the mystery of the stars. and
he explores the hidden forces of nature
and brings them subject to his will. While
brute, yet lis endOwments fit him for a
higher destiny than they. Upon his brow
is the stamp of Immortality. His erect
form, his beaming eye, his superior ply
sique, his expanding intellect. his cOa-
science and his spiritual nature all pro-
claim him to be more than a mere worm.
or If a worm, he is ready to be trans
formed into still higher existence. The
very name of the creator, in mystic HERO
glyphics is carved upon mans attributes
by these evidences we are lead to be-
lieve III the fatherhood of God and the
brotherhood of man. We therefore trust
that death is but another birth by which
we are ushered into wider fields of life
and progress. Death would then become
a necessary as well as a welcome mes
senger to aid us in advancing to greater
heights. Let us, therefore. do our duty
cheerfully and bravely, for he who soWs
shall surely reap in the harvest Of man
kind
memoration of that spirit of hope that
sees in the bursting bud and tender petal
the opening of another life after the win
ter of death
"No voice comes from the pallid lips If
the dead, no answer to our cry of grief;
in vain we bend our head to the open
grave; there is naught but stiffness to our
waiting ear. Yet have we hope that all is
well, and that somehow and somewhere
good will be the final goal of all.
We ask but nothing seems to know,
we cry in vain, there is no master of the
show
Who will explain
Or from Deaths features tear the mask:
But still we dream and still we ask
rs there beyond the silent night an end
less day?
''Is death door that leads to light?''
We cannot say.
The tongueless secret locked in fate
We do not know
We hope and wait
SLEW HIS BROTHER.