The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1907-03-16
ALAN |. LOVEY
LAID TO REST
Funeral Service Held Over Re-
mains at st. Paul's Episco-
pal Church.
LARGE CONGREGATION:
MANY FLORAL OFFERINGS
Eloquent Tribute Paid to Mem
ory of Deceased by Rev.
P. A. Simpkin.


the Rev P A Simpkin paid last
tribute to the beloved memory of Alan
L. Lovey. the deceased cartoonist, at
the funeral services held over the re-
mains at St Paul 5 Episcopal church
Thursday afternoon, in the presence of
congregation that filed the sacred
edifce to its capacity. Rev. c. h,
Perkins conducted the service, the Rev.
Simpkin speaking in behalf of the
Press club, of which the departed was
an active member. The service was
under the auspices of the Elks and the
Press club, the pallbearers being equal
ly divided between those organizations.
L. D. Freed, A. J. Davis and C. $. Pull
yer for the Elks, and A. y. Mckay,
Charles whittle and George E. Carpen
ter for the Press club.
The casket was removed from Evans
friends had viewed the remains, and
conveyed to the Episcopal church. AS
the solemn procession wended, IT'S way
down the aisle, the Episcopal service
for the dead was recited. The coffin,
completely buried in floral tokens, was
reposed In the chancel, the bereaved
wife and invalid mother and intimate
friends occupying seats on the left,
with the members of the two organiza-
tions on the ri ght, All along the altar
rails were wreaths sent by the Elks.
Press club, the newspapers in the city
and many friends.
Rev. G.. f. Perkins read the scripture
portion from the twentieth verse of
Cor. fifteenth chapter. Then followed
the sad, soft. sweet strains of Cardinal
Newman beautiful hymn, FLead,
Kindly Light rendered by the choir.
With the announcement that the
usual memorial service Will he held IN
the church on Sunday. Rev. Mr.. Per
kins called upon Rev. Mr.. Simpkin 10
address the assembly on the sad occa-
sion in behalf of the Press club.
The Rev. p. a. Simpkin said
I am glad 10 he permitted TO speak at
this hour little word. not only for those
whose lives are touched with the shadow,
but for the little circle OF those who stood
perhaps q little nearer 10 this genius
crowned life, WHOSE temple lies In its
quiet ruin here today. The aorrow of this
hour is argus-eved Its grief has ten thou
sand voices that come from near and far.
mingling in requiem of sadness for the
life that has gone from us. Not that this
sorrow is more keen than any other. The
mother who mourns over the dead baby in
her lap. or the husband whose hot tears
fall upon the quiet face OF her who has
been his life's dearest companion. the
same. and for the humble toiler who
leaves his place al the loom OF life. or the
great one who. living on his stately cata-
falque with the eyes Of a nation turned
70 his dust. find but the same expression.
Despite all the differences In the lives Of
men. all the variations In experience, all
the ponp and glory of life or the lack
Of IL, every heart comes NJ last 10 bow
before that splendid but cold altar which
is decked with the rich spoils of all that
has touched the heart and graced the life
OF the race with beauty in a common sor-
row that is claimant of the heart s loss
But there are some lives go rich I'm their
dover Of genius and attraction for the
hearts Of men that their out-passing
seems a calamity. And today not only
does the family touched most deeply In
this hour grieve, not only the company OF
his friends tha, crowd this sacred edilice
To the doors, bu, throughout the Great
West there are thousands who turn with
us In this hour to give a reverent thought
and drop a tear OF sympathy and love
With us for the great heart whose going
has left the world poorer
There has gone out from us rare soul.
one whose brain Gods finger touched with
the fire OF genius. whom men knew low
insly as Alan Lovey. He had a soul as
gentle a woman's and as unspoiled as
a. child's. Sophisticated as 10 the life of
his generation, looking full eyed into the
sin and sorrow and folly OF the world he
kept his soul keyed TO a note OF beautl-
ful altruism and helpful service Standing
easily among the first five men In his pro-
fession in the wide world, having climbed
out OF narrowness and limitation TO his
mastery. he kept the simple, unspolled
soul OF n boy. Those OF us who knew
him know that the world appreciated his
genius, but we have been amazed 10 find
how he had wrapped himself about the
affections or multitude. He knew, as
Gid We that that genius was appreciated
hut how sweet to him would be those ey-
pressions OF affection and love which are
spoken upon every hand. How great and
rare was his geniusi From morning 10
morning through the year In the few
square inches which his work adorned he
put that which compelled O reader at
tention and deeper notice than the most
startling stories that filled the news col
umns. The message that flowed through
his pencil was more powerful ,han that
of tho brauiest editorial that was found
within the paper. And the best OF 1t was
that me milk Of human kindness was
fontal in him that II flowed through his
pencil and beautided what he wrought.
Whether 1t fell 90 him to caricature the
foibes and foIlies OF his time. to admins
ter rebuke to iniquity, TO speak a needed
message or TO mirror passing event. the
keen lesson Of his work that seemed TO
of 1thurier that carried It's balm upon it's
point. for the smile and humor always
carried healing for the sting
And the world Will not soon forget this
man who touched It's gray yesterdays with
a raw OF sunshine, and the memory OF il
will go with us into the gray tomorrows
thirty. with heart of fifteen, and the
world is poorer and heaven is richer Tor
the transfer Of his sunny heart When a
few days ago returned from his bedside
at Reno IL was with the feeling that he
would he with us again to continue his
splendid work among men. but this was
not 10 be. God has willed otherwise And
here we lift UP our fearful faces in the
faith that that God in whom was his
trust KNOWS "nat is heSt. You who have
watched the genius OF this soul work the
plastic ciay of life Into thing OF strik
ing beauty, do not think for a moment
that the hand OF destiny has swepi fhe
beauteous figure into the dust heap of the
dead yesterdays TO he thing forgotten
and dead. Nay. for such souls as his for
manhood splendid as thai he showed
for hearts SO beautiful In love and service
80 tender In husbaTdhood and fatherhood
In sonship and friendship there is The
wider life where broken dreams arc
brought TO their completion and life flow
ers perfectly at last. Standing here by
the dust OF him we loved. the big hearted
brother and friend. we can say with con-
fdence for such as he
'"rhere Is no death: the stars go down.
To rise upon some falrer shore
And bright in heavens jeweled crown
They shine for evermore."
Un9uailing and uncomplelning he went