The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1910-04-07

stars in the national cast of characters
He was veritable tribune of the peo-
pie, believing in their sovereignty and
their virtue and always to defend them
with the courage of lion. He was law
yer of high attainment, and close stu
dent of civic science, and there was no
shield of sophistry that was proof against
the shafts of his reason; no helmet of hy-
pocricy that could withstand the battleaxe
of his logic.
"He knew how to sympathize with the
poor, for he himself had suffered the
privations that followed in the, walks of
civil war. He had toiled in the fields
for his daily bread He had fought
own way into prominence in his chosen
profession, and demonstrated the glo-
rious truth, while poverty may humble the
body, it can not baggar the intellect nor
starve the aspirations of the soul.
"Undaunted by the frows of opposition,
he pressed through the thorns of OBJ
security and climbed to the very summit
of popular favor. Undismayed by the
desolation of war that surrounded him,
he crossed swords with adversely and
won the jeweled hand of success. He
was not permitted to grow old, but w lille
he can not fathom the mysteries of life
and death, let us hope and believe that
he who holds the universe in the hollow
of his hand, yet even marks the spar
rows fail, knows best when to call us
all, and that our colleague and friend
has only obeyed the summons to high
er destiny in a brighter and better
world.
HOPE OF IMMORTALITY.
"He lived and loved and honored and
passed away, but is it all of life to live?
Is it all of death to die? A still small
voice in every human heart answers "No."
The earth beneath us and the stars above
answer, mo" The voice of Christ
whispers across the long stretch of nine
teen centuries, "No" The multitudinous
voices of earth and air are prophecies
of world to be.
"I'he flowers of the fields now rising
from countless graves; the unfolding
leaves of the forest heralding the APP
proach of summer, the orchards and the
meadows bursting into bloom, and my
riads of winged mistrels filling the
world with melody, are all the evangels
of the Lord, demonstrating before our
very eyes the universal victory of life
over death.
Look how the roses bear the far
away call of the sun and bushes in the
presence of its God Look how the violet
comes forth from its tiny tomb and opens
its glad blue eyes to greet the spring
Are they not Gods own answers to the
question:
eff a man. die, shall he live again."
eff the germs of inanimate life, buried
beneath the sod, SO surely respond to the
silent command of summer, who can
doubt that man shall spring up out of
the unconscious dust into eternal life when
God shall call? Can it be that the grass
and the flowers are resurrected from the
sod of earth, while man, for whom they
were made, must sleep on forever?
'Sir, not only reason, but all nature
teaches us the welcome lesson of i'm
mortality; aad, although our tongues may
some times deny the faith that is within
US, yet when we look down upon the
pallid faces and folded hands of our
blessed dead, the. sweet consciousness
steals over us that
Beyond the waking and the sleep
ing,
Beyond the smiling and the weeping
We shall meet them again"