The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1910-12-05

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Brother E. P. McManus, who pre-
faced the reading with a few appro-
pirate remarks. The euloSy was as
follows:
1t is a beautiful thought that We
come here to commune with and give
praise to the cherished dead.
The faults of our brothers we
write upon the sand; their virtues
upon the tablets OF love and mem
ory."
Death is a great leveler; it recog-
The pauper and the prince lie down
in its icy arms. The prattling infant
and the trembling patriarch are alike
it's victims.
When man trembling with age
lies down to his last sleep and his
arms fold calmly across his breast,
his passing away is as gentle as the
fall of faded autumn leaf and we
feel that natures laws are being full
filled. But when young man with
bountiful prospects and splendid hope
just entering into broad, useful and
successful life, has the finger Of
death pointed toward him it seems
that grievous hour has come. "A
time for memory and tears!'
The soul of truth and honor, genial
and gifted, loved by all who knew
him, a trusted companion, dutiful
son, citizen whose neart was as ten
der as child's, yet man strong
enough to face tie great battle OF
life with the strength of giant and
the courage of hero.
Who that knew him cannot recall
his even and captivating disposition?
There was no envy or malice in his
great, big manly heart and taste
for wrangling never crossed his
mind.
1t was not nv pleasure to know
him in his early boyhood, but in his
younger manhood up to his death |
always found him following the even
tenor of his genial way; generous,
whole-souled, honorable, typical
gentleman, and brother as firm N
rectitude and true manhood as fix
ed star put in place by the hand CT
God
1 If death sought the man most be-
loved by his friends and brothers
and probably without an enemy in
the world, the grim monster was I'M
erring when it closed his eyes forev-
er.
Peace to his ashes; rest to his soul.
In all the coming years when we
meet in solemn ceremony to bring
back the memory dear of those who
have gone before and in our magma
ton each departed brother represents
a star in all that glorious constella-
ton of Elks one will shine bright
er in memory and heart than the star
which typifies Leighton Brownell.
The Late Hugh Robertson.
Brother o. l.. Sohl spoke in memory
of Hugh Robertson, his remarks being
as follows:
Hugh Robertson is a name that will
always be remembered with pleasure
by the members of our order.
He was born in Perthshire, Scot
land, and at the early age of 19 years
came to America and in 1856 settled
in our home city, where he soon be
came one of our most prominent citi
zens.
He was an untiring worker, being
OF an optomistic disposition and was
not easily cast down by business re
verses.
He was close student of literature
and was probably one of the best read
men in this part of the Uni,ed States
at the time Of his death.
He was an American in every sense
Of the word, but he never forgot the
land of his birth, and his greatest
pleasure was to be with party OF
friends, reciting from Robert Burns
and telling the old stories Of the
Highlands. He had host Of per
sonal friends. who look back with de
lightful remembrance to the evenings
spent in his substantial, commodious
old-fashioned, brick house, embower
ed In SnruDDery anu mowers, ant
where he dispensed hospitality with c
lavish hand; place where every
guest felt at nome, and from which
each and every one regretted to de
part.
Brother Robertson was very popu
lar, and was regarded by the people
of Feolxuk as one of the foremost mer
in this part of the state His fellow
citizens feel that he always reflected
credit upon his home city. and the!
, are always willing to testify their ap
probation of his untiring labor ant
eminent services.
Brother Robertson was very promi
nent both in church and lodge circles
We as Elks, can not but feel keenl,
the loss of this brother, who during
:. his lifetime so we'll carried out the
great principals Of our order, charity
Justice, brotherly love and fidelity.
He Was a Square Boy.
In speaking of the late George Z