The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-12-07

 and 2. Y. Winchester. rendered two ~ sslesions and Miss Frances Wolff sx- qulsltely sang three salset.ons.
 NIT. Leon MeCord was introduced hv ME; Meyer and spoke in msmorlam as
 We have called you hers today to si1 with us for q little while. with bowed heads. to join Us in paying a loving tribute to our dead.
 Tt Is one of the spienJid and time honored customs of our Order to now and then command memory to marshal rom out the past and bring before us Ine forms and faces of the absent ones ana to dwell for a little while in mournfui pleasure upon their virtues: upon every word of tenderness by them spoken. and upon every fond nand-clasp and upon their every good aeed. It awakens to life ten thous- and precious memories that touch the heart and melt the soui-sometning tears.
 Count Ahsent Ones.
 sDeath with his sickle keeps time with the sweep of the years; he takes no vacation from his labors; he accepts no negative answer to his summons and he calls no season summer. 1t is ntung. am. thtnking.. that in this season of the falling of the leaf to count the absent ones. He has xarn- cred and called from the walks of life brothers Frank K .Bunkley. Isidore Cellner; Egbert J. Hughes and Daniel o. Dove. Death has kissed their eye- lids down, but they are not forgotten. It Is a splendid thing for me to think that when death has reached with his sickle as far as every he can, has reached ruddy cheeks, ripe lips and flashing eyes. that he cannot quite reach love: that he cannot quite gar. ner friendship. like to think of 1t in that way. I like to think that love and friendship are eternal.
 Shadows OCT the past are creeping. Death the reaper still Is reaping, Years have swept and years are sweep.
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 Many a memory from my Keeping. But I'm waiting still and weeping For my beautiful and brave"
 T heard today clock from 6 gray old tower peal out the hour of elev- en; and I knew that It's silvery notes waited message to thousand homes and that ten thousand eyes were bath ed in tears and ten thousand hearts WEHN LQE 0AE AB&SH& oEOtHGA&s AiA Aheth hour we remembered the absent ones the ones who have grown weary of counting the mile-stones along life's great highway, and using their hur- dens for a pillow rested for a moment by the way, and then fell into that dreanless sleep that kisses down their. eyelids still.
 "From such an hour spent. feel and know that we get an inspiration for the morrow. It softens the stern realities of life and we go forth re. membering that we pass this way but once It teaches and inspires us to say the kindly word to our fellows. to tighten each others burdens and to bring rest to the weary.
 Tt was said of Maj. Pelham that gallant young artillery ofAeer, that he drew an inspiration from Stonswall Jackson. On one occasion Jackson is credited with having said, Pelham, if you will hold this hiil-top for two hours until I reach the enemy's rear, we will write another page in history for the South" Young Pelham re- piled. General, my men are worn and weary from the long march and they rest in that woodland for moment footsere and hungry. and l don't think sir that we can hold the position" Jackson said, Look into my eyes. boy! Took into my eyesi You can and you must hold this position. Ana amlu inc thunder of the guns, amid the arao,xe and din of battle and amid the ratr of shells, through those two hours vhsr if looked and seemed that the anemv's column woSld envelope the hllI.top. Young Pelham could see tne gornn and face of his beloved leader and hear his words of entreaty, Look