The silver state news. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1907-1909, 1908-04-16
THE v A NEWS

o,d movha worse. He left the III
: , lint of his character on this worio
and through the medium on has hnan
o;oI mower. was aple VIII
his money to brighten the Lives o.
the inhabitants. He wasted 1T, so Tn
world saws. but did it ever occur u
m that the most sinful men and Wo
men in the world are still men an'
women? A little happiness brough
into their lives means as much to theh
as the happiness brought into the hve'
or the straight and good. If you car
take one raw of sunshine into the nlgh'
life and thereby bring them houi
of happiness. / believe that you arr
a b~enefactor. He may nave wastee
some of his money in this way.
"Did you ever stop to thing .na'
God does not put all OF his sunshine
into corn and oats, potatoes and nour
Did you ever notice the prodlgaiity
with which he s~catters these sunbeams
over the universe. Contemplate.
ssGod filings the aurorial beauties
around the cold shoulders of the uni,
verse: hangs the quivering picture OF
the mirage above the palpitatlng heart
Of the uesert; scatters the sunbeams
like lamellated gold upon the bosoms
of myriads of lakes that gem the yer
dant robe of nature; spangles the
canopy of the night with star Jewels
~silvers the world with the reflected
beams from CYNTHIA mellow face;
hangs the gorgeous crimson surtain OF
the Occident across the sleeping room
of the sun; wakes the coy maid of the
morning to step timidly from her bour-
doir of darkwLess to climb the steps
OF the Orient and fling wide open the
gates of the morning. Then tripping
o err the landscape, kissing the flow
ers in her delight, she wakes the birds
to herald with their singing the com
ing of her King, who floods the world
with reflugent gold. Wasted sunbeams
are these? | say to you that the man
who by the use of his money or power
is able to smooth one wrinkle from
the brow of human care; is able to
change one moan or sob into a song;
is able to wipe away one tear, and IN
its place put a gem of Joy-that mar
is a public benefactor.
ssI believe that some of Riley Gran
nan IS money was wasted in this way.
eve stand at last in the presence
of the great mystery. | know nothing
about it, nor do you. We may have
our hopes but no knowledge. | do not
know whether there be a future life
or not. | do not say that there is not.
| simply say that | do not konw. |
have watched the wicket gate close
behind many and many a pilgrim. No
word has come back to me. The gate
=. l..oJ oraou &ho obaarn 10 the
gloomy cloud of death. / say that
| do not konw. And Ia you will al
low this expression, / will saw that /
do not know whether it is best that
his dust and my dust at last should go
to feed the roots or the grasses, the
sagebrush or the flowers, to be blown
in portean form by the law of per
~sistence of force. or whether / con-
tinue in personal identity beyond what
is called death. If this be all, after
life's fitful fever, he sleeps well, -
nothing can harm him farther, God
knows best.
"This may be infdelity, and if it
is I would like to konw what faith
means. L came into this universe
without my volition-came and found
a loving mothers arms to receive me.
/ had nothing to do with the prepare
tions for my reception here. | have
no power to change the environment
of the future; but the same power
which prepared the loving arms of a
mother to receive me here will make
preparation for my reception there.
God knows better than ] what IS good
for me, and I leave it with God.
"As we stand in the presence of
death we have no knowledge; but
always, no matter how dark the
gloomy clouds hang before us, there
CLEANS the star of hope. Let us hope
then that it is the morning star of
eternal day. 1t is dawning somewhere
all the time. Did you ever stop to
think that this old world of ours il
always swinging into the dawnf Down
the groves of time, flung by the hand
Oh God, with every revolution is IL
dawning somewhere all the time. Let
this be an illustration of our hope
Let MS believe. then that in the de
velopment of the human soul as il
swings forward towards its destiny
it is constantly swinging nearer ano
nearer to the sun
ana now tHe bine mas come lt
say goodbye. The word forowell il
the saddest in the lexicon of the hu
man language. And yet there ar,
sentiments that refuse sometimes t.
be confined to that word. For tn,
friends and loved ones who are her,
to say that word, | will say Goodbye
old man. We will try to exemplif,
the spirit manifested in your life il
bearing the grief at our parting
Words fail me here. Let these flow
ers, Riley, with their pedaled lips an,
perfumed breath, speak in beauty ant
fragrance the sentiments hat are to-
tender for words. Goodbye