Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1912-12-03

Sabbath, the time set apart for man to rns Irom his daily toil and give his taougats to the God who arose from his mb like the mighty sun rise it mort; u45n occas ons 5 milar 10 this one, and near this hour, the grcar human heart encased within the breast of every Elk, throughout he entire Jurisdiction, beats in uni son with love and fond affect on for the ab sent and departed bro; hers; for those WGo sleep W thin the bosom of mother cath, in the city of silence, here dea h. inc monarch of the tonb reigne supreme.
 The human heart is tn" hive where
 by degrees
 Each man hears his golden mem
 cries.
 fhe great heart of tlkdom whose arteries of Fide' ty. Charity. Justice and frothcrly Love constantly and cont nually flew with thoughts Of sweet recollection for their absent and 1epar'od brothers, whose immor- tai souls made in the image of their God, the Exalted Rller of the I'ni- verse, live again :n their nome eter- nal: eternal in peace with God and eternal II love for those who await the sy.mmcns of inc Unbidden and un- welcome quest.
 1t Is holy and wholesome bought not only to remember hut to hope for the dead; for as we arc now so once were they, and as they gre now so once will each and all of us be, when we make that journey alone to that undiscovered country, from whose bourn no traveller has e'er returned; there 70 give an ae- count of our stewardship in th 5 life; giving to God our immortal soul and 10 mother earth our body, that the decree "dusJ thou are, and to dust tho1 shall return may be fulfilled for
 Eartns highest station ends in
 Here he lies
 Aust dust to dust concludes her llODlcSl SOllS
 The dull cold ear of death can not be soojhed with flattcry; were it possible, the flowers of the field would lose their fragrance, and like dead Autumn leaves crumble to ashes in the hand. whose love and affection remained buried and hidden till death, st'lle the heart, closed the eyes and sealed the lips of him who was to be reme mbered.
 It is sweet to tn mk of those that are departed.
 This day reminds us that the virtues of GUT honored dead are in- scrioed upon the tablet of memory and engraved upon the hearts Of those among the living. To be thus affecs!onately remembered is not to die, fer he Wno lives in the hearts of those he leaves does not de!
 There is no death-the thing that we
 call death.
 Is hut another, sadder name for fife, Which is itself an insufficient name, Fan recognit on of that unknown l. fe-
 1, That Power whose shadow is the
 Universe.
 Tine faults of our departed brothers are written Mpon the sands of the sea shores of life, so that the mighty waters of forgiveness may wash them out on the bosom of the tempestucus ocean, there to flutter moment and then-pass .o darkness, silence and l forgetfulness; for the cloak of char 1 ity covers cne's faults in death as we'll as in fife. 1t is supreme Justice that t be so, because that Justice which is just is tempered with mercy. Man is Gods masterpiece. We are i told that when God conceived the | thought of mans creatoin, he called | to Him, three min stering virtues, who wat constantly upon the throne, Justice, Truth and Mercy, and thus 1 addressed them:
 l Snail we make man? 70, God, make him not' said jus l tice aternly, for he surely will trample upon thy laws" And Truth what sayeth thou?
 70, God, make him not, for none but God is perfect, and he will sure- ly sin against three"
 And Mercy, what sayest thou? Then Mercy dropping upon her knees and looking up through her | tears, exclaimed:
 l 70, God, make man; 1 VIII watch l over him with my care through all the dark paths he may have to ] tread" And thus, we are all dnild- ren of merciful God dealing merci- fully with our brothers. In forget ting the faults of our departed bro- thers our justice is Godl'ke because 1 mercifui