White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1911-07-30

heer. He deeply felt his subject, for
al times his eyes dimmed with tears
and his utterance was ehoked by
emotion. Following is a report of
his address:
A Powerful Address.
i feel that 1t is incumbent upon
me 10 state that in standing here I
occupy ne ministerial or prelatic po-
sition. ] am simply a prospector. I
make no claims whatever to moral
merit or to religion, except the re-
ilglon of humanity, the brotherhood
OF man. | stand among you today
simply as a mar among men, feeling
tnat | a shake hands and say
Brother to the vilest man or wo-
man that ever lived. If there should
come to you anything of moral ad-
monition through what l may say, it
comes not from any sense of moral
superiority. but from the depth of
my experience.
Riley Grammar vas born in Paris,
KY, about 40 years ago. / suppose
he dreamed all the dreams of boy
hood. They blossomed into phenom-
email success along financial lines at
times during his life. am told that
from the position of a bell-boy in
a hotel he rose rapidly to be a celeb
rity of worldwide fame. He was
one of the greatest plungers, prob
ably. that the continent has ever pro-
duced.
He died day before yesterday in
Rawhide.
This is a very brief statement.
You have the birth and the period
of the grave. Who can fill the in
term? Who can speak of his hopes
and fears? Who can solve the mys-
terry of his quiet hours that only he
himself knew? / cannot.
HE was born in the Sunny South
land-in Kentucky. He died in
Rawhide.
There is the beginning and the
end. wonder II we can see In this
a picture of what Ingersoll said at
the grave of his brother-Whether
IL be ear the shore or in mid-oeean
or among the breakers, at the last a
wreck must mark the end of one
and all
HE was born in the Sunny South
land, where brooks and rivers run
unsteady through the luxuriant soil;
where the magnolia g~randihora like
white stars grow In a armament of
green; where crystal lakes dot the
greensward and the softest summer
breezes dimple the wave-lips into
kisses for the lilies on the shore;
where the air Is resonant with the
warbled melody of a thousand sweet
voiced birds and redolent of the per-
fume of many flowers. This was the
beginning. He died in Rawhide,
where in winter the shoulders of the
mountains are wrapped in garments
of ice and In summer the b~listering
rays of the sun beat down upon the
skeleton ribs of the desert. Is this
a picture of universal human life?
Sometimes, when | look over the
circumstances of human life. a curse
raises to my lips. and, If you will al
low me, | will say here that | speak
from an individual point of view.
| cannot express other than my own
views. If | run counter to yours,
at least give me credit for a desire
to be honest.
when | see the ambitions of man
defeated; when | e him struggling
with mind and body in the only le-
Ultimate prayer he can make to ac-
complish some end; when e his
aim and purpose frustrated by a for
tuitous combination of eircum-
stances over which he has no control;
when | see the outstretched hand
just about to grasp the fag of vic
tory. take instead the emblem of de-
feat, | ask, What is life? Dreams,
and death; "a pendulum
a smile and a tear; "a momen-
tary halt within the waste and then
the nothing we set out from; a
walking shadow, a poor player that
struts and frets his hour upon the
stage and then Is heard no more;'
"a tale told by an idiot. full of sound
and fury. signifying nothing;' a
child-blown bubble that but reflects
the light and shadow of its environ
ment and is gone; a moekery. a