Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1913-05-06
J. A. ,MARSHALL'S FUNERAL.
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ter days an devon when in his nlagnlil-
cent home surrounded by all 1.-The luxu-
ries that riches could buy he loved to
have his friends who had known him
in the days of adversely and struggles
gather around and enjoy with him tie
good things of life.
John A. Marshall was a charitable
man but his charity was that healthy
kind that is so rarely seen. What he
did for others was never known and
although he often told meny intimate
details of his life, he never referred t.
things he had done to help his fellow
man. His left hand never knew what
his right had done.
His wealth was honestly acquired
from the soil of this state, much of it
made by the sweat of his brow End the
toll of his hands. In these days WheE
swollen fortunes spring up almost III
a night, when the gold of the great ma
jority of, the rich is tainted with dis
honesty or wrung from the miseries
of the poor it is refreshing to say here
was fortune made by an honest man
in AN honest way, fortune carved
from the one-time luxurious forests of
Virginia.
AS Judge of men John A. Marshall
had few equals. He was quick 10 sea
and quick to act. He made few pre-
fences, but was plain, and blunt in al!
of his doings. He would have rothing
to do with the man who could not
make him straight answer. He faced
the problems Of life as he met them.
He knew no such word as fail. He
never whimpered or complained. He
went through life an optimist, spraed
ing sunshine along life's pathway. lie
rejoiced with those whose fortunes
frightened up their lives and sorrowea
with those whose lives were yelled in
sadness.
He believed in doing good while he
could every day in his life, TO make
happy, to lift burten here,
to cheer someone with a glad Jest Or
a happy smile or generous deed. His
philosophy of life is expressed beauti-
fully by the following little poem:
Closed eyes CAN'T see dhe whit: roses;
Cold hands can't hold them, you
know;
Breath that is stilled cannot gather
The odors that sweet from them
blow.
Death with a peace beyond dreaming
It's children of earth doth carlow,
Life is the time we can help them,
So give them the flowers aow.
Hers are the struggles and striving,
Here are the cares and the tears;
Now is the time to be smoothing
The frowns and the furrcEs anc
fears.
What 10 closed eyes are kind sayings?
What to hushed hearts is deep vow?
NaughE can avail after parting,
So give them the flowers :.ow.
Just kind word or a greeting;
Just a warm grasp or smile
These are the flowers THAI Will tighten
The burdens for many mile.
After the journey is over
What is rhe use of Them; how
Can they carry them VINO must De car
ried?
Oh, give them he flowers now.
And Sc, my friends, we are gathered
together tonight to pay our asst re-
spects to our dead brother. The time
is past that we can give flowers 10 the
living, no more car we grasp his hant
in friendship and meet smile With
smile. There is nothing lei.
for US to do but to pay or
last tribute of affection OF
his memory, to testify our friendship
for him. As loyal Elks we believe that
we will again see him Face 10 Face
that while we now have another w
cant chair that he has taken his place
among the other faithful Elk who
have gone beyond the shadow OF
death.
Remembering cur brothers happy
personality we can best express on
selves in the words OF James Whit
comb Ril.y.
81 canno, say, will not say,
That he is dead-he is just away.
With cherry smile and a wave OF the
hand
He has wandered into an unknown
land
And left US dreaming; how very fair
1t needs must be, since he fingers
Ghere.
Think of him still the same | say;
He is not dead-he is just away
viii Abdicate Throne.
A dispatch to Ehe Frankfur!er Zle-
lung from Constantinople declares