Weekly journal-miner., 1912-12-04

the orchard and the flowers" Within those shadowy halls we feel "the touch of a vanished hand" and hear "the sound of a voice tha, IS still" Hanging before Us in memory's frame. we see the fair, familiar faces; baby sister, whose eyes opened only 10 close; grand father, with his gray hair and stor- ies of the past. The comrades of your boyhood and the friends of your manhood are before you:-their faces never grow dim and Time S golden haze only adds 10 their beau ".
 There arc memories olden. yet dear
 to my heart,
 My life's long pathway they
 throng,
 With faces too fair for the painters skilled art,
 And voices too sacred for song" The passing years give these treas ures to the rich and the poor alike. and there arc none so rich but value them above all worldly wealth. and none SO poor to set a price upon them. Their description baffles the tongue of the eloquent orator. The poet, with the voice of song. can not express the sentiments that cluster around them. The brush of the great painter and the chisei of the master-scuIptor are alike power less to trace their beauty on can vas or sfonc.
 Only the shallow and thoughtless value sentiment lightly. They have no reverence for past generations and the ,indelliblc work of their hands. -, They close their eyes to the memories of friends and com panions gone. and say We live in the presens let the past take care of itself" ff
 Butt wbas Sas Sit I ask you, that caused the smallest kingdom in the Balkans to begin the struggle with the Turks3 For generations her citizens have worn on their caps lit- tie black bands embroidered with a rainbow; at once an emblem of mourning for the loss of empire and of perpetual, hope for its restora- ton Sentiment. What gave Hora- tius courage 10 face an army. For the ashes of his fathers
 And the temples of his gods?"
 Sentiment. And the sentiments of Liberty, borne through the centuries in the hearts of the people and given as a heritage from father to son, soft ened the pain of our fathers when their bleeding feet stained the snows of Valley Forge,
 They who sheer at sentiment. read history with careless eyes. Some one has we'll said, "It is by senti- ment we'll used that great nations live" Witness, ashes of empires: Egypt. Greece and Rome. Through centuries of slow growth, in rever- ence for the past and respect for the counsels of age, they successive ly established civilizations which. in their own eyes, appeared as endur- ing as time itself; but when wealth and idleness brought irreverenee, sentiment died and the nations per ished.
 IL is a loved and honored senti- ment that teaches Elks to remem- Der their absent brothers one fleet ing moment in each passing day, and down through the years, each returning December. this same noble sentiment has brought Elkdom to- gether in memorial services. Today throughout the land. east and west, north and south, half million Eiks and their friends keep this solemn hour.
 In this hour let us not forget that we are the heirs of all the ages, that our civilization is linked 10 the past and that today is the child of yes ,erday. May we ever reverence those who made the past and through it, the present, not only the mighty and great. but all mankind May we realize the debt we owe to those who have lived with us and for us. May we ever cherish the deep and holy sentiments clustering around our absert brothers. Their faults effaced by the drifting sands along | the shores of Time, their virtues