The Pensacola journal., 1914-12-07
An Impressive and
Beautiful Elks' Memorial

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the mystery, and the certainty, Of that
Shadow that waits for each Of US.
But in the contemplation of those
things, we are sustained by the memory
Of that fellowship and the philosophy
by which our brother lived and died.
He was in love with life, but he was
not afraid of death. This world was
full OF joy for him, Iout no shadows
lurked to cloud his vision of the world
to come. His sympathies were broad
as humanity itself He was the friend
Of every man whose life deserved a
friend He knew the pleasant ways,
the rugged road; the toilsome hill, the
Towering valley just beyond. He lived
! to love and act and serve and in that
life OF service he exempHfied, my
friends, the only life worth living af-
ter all And yet his years were brief.
/ The crimson flush of morning had
hardly faded into noontime when our
brother passed away.
| / cannot think of him now-strong
| sincere. steadfast-without recurring
to the words of Antony over the dead
body Of Brutus, as fitting tribute to
our friend:
His life was gentle and the elements
So mixed In him that Nature might
stand up
And say to all the world, "This was a
man."
Sometimes when we meet at the
grave of a departed friend to pay our
tribute of love and respect, the great
dark mystery of death looms large be-
fore us and the longing soul crys out
for light. All, my friends. that cry
has been echoing through the universe
since the world began. All the science
and learning and wisdom Of the ages
have not answered it, and cannot
answer it.
Go to the physician, whose delicate
scalpel lays bare the vital parts of the
human body and whose learning and
experience enable him to diagnose and
heal all but the most battling of hu-
man ills; ask him the question
Where is my brother ?"-and all he
can do is to shake his head in the
presence of the great unknown.
Go to the scientist, whose knowledge
OF the elements of nature has given
man the mastery of the earth, the air,
and the seas; ask him the question
Where is my brother ?''--and only the
echo of your words come back for
answer.
Go TO the geologist, who reads in
solid rock the story Of the earth for
a million years; ask him the question
Where is my lorother?"-and he
stands mute and helpless in the pres
ence Of a mystery he cannot read.
Go to the astronomer, who points his
powerful telescope at the heavens and
brings to earth the light of a myriad
stars; ask him the question-"Where
is my brother?'-and he gropes in |
Harkness for this one ray Of light.
Learning, science, human wisdom nor
human experience has ever sounded |
the depths or charted the shores of |
that mystery we call death.
But from your men Of science and |
learning and wisdom, turn you then to |
the human heart, where despair and |
doubt give way to hope
Oh yet we trust that somehow good
win be the final goal of i'll,
To pAngs Of nature, sins of will,
Defects Of doubt and taints of blood:
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroyed, |
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete.
And then from the human heart.
turn you to the pages of that Book of
Books wherein is written the answer
to all of the heart-1ongings that were
ever conceived of hope or born OF faith.
and read of the Psalmist's God-"Thou
wilt shew me the path OF Life. Turn
again the pages of the Book, and read
OF the believer-'He shall receive
in the world to come Eternal
Life"
"The fool hath said in his heart
there Is no God" But this great fra
ternal order, my friends, is founded on
belief in God, and that belief car
ries with 1t to each one of us the as.
surance of a life beyond the grave.
In this memorial hour / would not
come with sadness or with grief
These are but the selfish manifesto
ttons of loss we have ourselves sus-
tanned. Rather would come with joy
In the great new life that has opened
up for the brave and gentle spirit of
our friend
If this day means anything to u.s. it
should mean that we who now COM
meInorate the virtues of departed
friends should ourselves so live that
our names may be worthy Of commem-
oratlon in this honored roll call of the
dead. We are iout doing today for
-AA11tA "AAeAS OlHeE 1r1enOS Will some Qay !
DO Tor us. AS we honor them now.
may we be worthy OF the honor that
brothers will do us then.
1t is We'll with these brothers who
have gone. May it be well with all the |
souls of men, when the day
IF life is done, and they pass to their {
ong home, beyond the purple hills .
among the starG
Mr.. Loftin delivered the following
sulogy on Jas. McHugh:
EULOGY ON JAS. Mc4UGH,
Exalted Ruler, Brother Elks and