The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1910-10-14
BODY Of YOUNG
WRITER At REST
Impressive Services Over the Bier
of c. -EIder-E|oquent
Words of Or. Burdette.

| VUi US vi Ut. 0uIuette.
Los ANGELES, October 3.-The
funeral of Arlie Churchill Harvey
| Elder, the young assistant city editor
OF the Times who met with death at
ms post of duty when the concentrated
hate of unionism turned into fires of
destruction, was held in the Bresee
chapel, yesterday afternoon, and was
attended by members of his family. his
intimate friends and comrades of the
press from all the morning papers of
the city.
DR.. Robert J. Burdette conducted the
services and in d voice often choked
by his tears, spoke of his dead friend,
Of the hope in the life to come. and
the comfort of that faith. At the
graVeside in RosedaIe Cemetery he also
otflclated and offered a short PRAYER
conslgnlng to dust all that is earthly
of our comrade, with a few words of
consolation for the living.
Surrounded and almost buried in
flowers the dove-colored cloth casket
was borne by pallbearers representing
Corona Lodge of Pasadena F. 4 4. NJ.
his home city of Whittier, and the
Times
The services included music rendered
by volunteer musicians of high stand
ing IN this State. the quartet consist
af Iapr,- {tiIff,rl T,l
las Warner. Madame Drevfus and Mrs.
Tiffany Of Pasadena. Prof. Frederick
Stevenson was at the organ.
Doctor Burdette spoke to those in
mourning words Of tenderness and
hope, teaching the lesson of Christian
victory over death. he said:
Doctor Burdette's Address.
Zone thing in this world Of time
and change there is, which is older than
death. That is life. And one thing is
older than life. That is the love that
brooded over the wastes of chaos until
light and life. twin children of God.
were born of the infinite love. And
life will outIast death, and sing the
triumph of love over the grave, even as
eternity Will outlast time For love is
strong as DEATH many waters can not
quench love, neither can tire floods
drown it. Love is stronger than death.
For love is strong as life. Llfe-ioy-
Gus, abundant. exultant--it runs along
the mountain tops. over the crested bill
lows of the sea; it cleaves the clear
ether as on eagle S wings. Death is a
slave, chained in his own darkness. \
shadow among shadows of his own crea-
ton, weaving his fears-some mys-
teries III the night mysteries that fee
away with the darkness when the dav-
star brings on the morning with JOY,
and light. and life.
90 For thousands of years death ruled
the world with his brother, fear. It'll
was a grisly horror, that had its dwell
ing place in the neither gloom. A hide
Gus thing that peopled the underworld
with the dead outnumbering the null
titudes that dwell for little while
upon the earth. A terror that over
Swallowed life, and builded cities of
sepulchers.
"And all the way along the pilgrim
age of the years, God always comfort
ing his people; steadying their steps
against this fear; spreading his wings
of light over the valley of the shadow,
shouting through the trumpet call of
his prophets-'O death, [ will be thy
plagues. o grave, | will be thy de-
struction.'
"Then came Jesus Christ. Lord of
Life, to carry out the will of his
Father. Death, the destroyer, met and
knew the Conqueror. Jesus spake to
the dead, even as he spake to the lv-
ing. And even as the living heard
and loved, so the dead heard and
obeyed
''Once, the Savior stood beside the
couch of little maid, bending above
the child to speak tenderly, using the
phrase. tradition says. with which the
Virgin Mother called her little son
from his slumber III the morning:
Little Lamb | say unto thee. arise. >
And the dead child heard the voice Of
love and life, and came back to the
songs and plays of happy childhood.
"Once, he stood beside the bier of
a Young man, the only son of his
mother. and she a widow, as the fu-
neral procession passed out of the gates
of the city of Main, and spoke to him
with the voice Of authority: Young
dead heard, and turning from the dark
pathway leading to the grave, returned
to the courage, and strength and high
hopes and burning ambitions of young
manhood.
''Yet, once again, he paused, with
eyes half blinded by human tears. at
the death-locked door Of the sepuicher
of Lazarus, his friend. And the Christ
called to him loudly, that death might
hear: Lazarus. come forthl AID the
dead man heard, and came out Of the
shadowv alsias Of death and took up
once more, - though they bad bean
but broken by sleep, the duties Of
life, with the strength ana dignity Of
q nan.
And yet, once again, the Conqueror
met the enemy. In the completion Of
his ministry, in the fulIness Of his
perfee sympathy with all mankind
Je.us. the Son of God, slowed his head
before the ssepter of the kiag 81 ter
rors Just for passing ght and day.