The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1913-06-20
TRIBUTE IS PAID
TO JOHN Haskell
Editors Pause and Hear Vir.
tues Of Departed Member
Lauded by Speaker.

A beautiful memorial to the late
John F. Haskell Of Bottineau was
paid by w. P. Davies in an address
before the North Dakota Editorial
Leaves have their time to fall,
winds breath,
And stars to set, but all
Thou hast all seasons for thine own.
Oh, Death
This Is not the time or place for
long biography, or fulsome eulogv,
Or critical analysis OF character. The
inim.nence Of death Is one of the facts
OF life to which we must accustom
ourselves. and it is neither possible
nor desirable that mourning should
M~cnt.polize our attention. The living
have needs that must be met, and the
worlds work must go on.
I! is fitting. however. that on oc-
casions such as this. we pause a me-
ment and take a little time from our
ordinary activities to pay a sligh, tr,-
has teen taken from us.
OF ell the members Of our so .:ety
John Haskell would have been
thought among the least Nix sly soon
- be called away by death. Young,
strong and alert, he seemed the m
bodilnent Of rugged health ana manly
vjgor. A month ago l met him, and
the grip Of his hand was as Arm, and
the ring of his voice was as true, as
those who are gone.
The abundance and exuberance of
his physical life were not less note.
worthy than the vigor of his mentality
and the optimism OF his spirit. He
loved life and all its possibilities. and
there was every reason to believe that
he had before him many useful and
happy, years: You who knew him
well know how infectious vas his
thought. how orderly his method, how
high his ideals. He.-was a clean and
conscientious workman, whether
working for himself or for others. :
He had thrown himself into the
!abors OF this association with the
Eeartiness hat characterized all his
Work. He had made himself n potent
circles Of his own district. And when
the call came for him it found him
engaged in a labor of good citizen
ship among his friends and neig. bors,
doing a mans work in a manly way.
No words of ours can now avail
him. No sympathy Of ours can re-
store the husband and father to those
from whom he has departed. But the
assurance that we mourn with them
may tend in some small measure to
comfort them in their affliction. That
assurance we give with all our hearts.
Our friend and comrade Is gone.
The "Sunlit Paths" where he loved
to wander will be visited by him no
more. No more may we look to him
for the flowing verse which charmed
our fancy or touched our emotions.
Between us and him there has been
dropped A dark. impenetrable cur
attn. and we know not what may lie
beyond. But he has left the memory
Of q kindly presence. a loyal friend
ship, and a joyous comradeship, and
so long a there live those whom his
presence has cheered, whom his labor
has aided. whom his huinor has enter
tertained. and whom his deeper
thought has inspired and comforted,
remain fresh and green.
Let me read, in closing, these lines
from our brothers own pen, which
were published in a recent issue of
the Bottineau Courant:
I Know Not.
I know not what may be beyond
The gates of graveyard sod;
I've stood by deep-dug graves tina,
,,yawned
For those Of whom my heart was
fond,
Nor yet upon my vision dawned
A clear concept Of God.
I know not II a life there be
Beyond this lowly sphere.
Long have I looked and yearned to
A heaven in eternity,
And sometimes Hope has built for MI
A bridge to There from Here.
But this I know. I've dreamed tn.
S hands
OF dear ones that have died
Were reckoning from other lands.
Where strange seas broke on golden
strands,
And. reckoning. strove with spirit
hands
To sweep the veil aside.
And sometimes too It seems I've felt
Upon nay cheek the breath
From baby lips of one who dwelt j
With me a while before I knelt
Beside her. cot and saw her dealt
The chilling kiss Of death.
John =. Haskell.