The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1914-12-11
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S~1H duty towards the vacant chair.
emorial exercises would be bu
A4eE ceremonies if they were merel,
: - AFFORD opportunity for public ex
UNEBsion of personal sorrow for the
A~E OF a. dear friend or the sudder
2nRnch1ng OF some cherished spidit
10y are held for another and wiser
1@pOSe. commemorative thus pub
<v eminent qualities, whether o.
Unl or intellect or of both united
Fey become an incentive to the emula-
2 haR OF the Living, making them better
1E1 and women. They stimulate In
yuaHh and dawning manhood worthy
znnzation to strive, to achieve, to ex-
2 xsA- They are calculated to contri-
3ssAe TO the fashioning of higher or
aKs nf society, and of greater, strong
ar,, nobler nationality Guided by an
Ensseen but potent influence. they be-
srsz1e an inspiration, and the world is
aEadse the better for them.
Hseath is the most fearful word
eHugwn to human speech. No matter
Nnsxi may be your religion,-be you
zlRe 1srustful Christian, believing with
uRE Il doubt in another state of exist
s<nsce, where we can recognize the OBJ
1Ensts of cur earthly loves, or be you
sADe who sees in death only the closing
aEsene in life's drama or tragedy, and
hzs7ssng only for mental sleep and rest
AEsseve or think or hope whate'er you
waA. death is the king of terrors, and
AEx Iuay bad him welcome
And yet death, always approaching.
askAd, relentless death, is ever just, and
lures kindest messenger to man.
III strikes the valiant hero in the
1x.fc OF, tho, No ,ifrI, ~,
1ssaader in the field Of thought We see
- entering the poor mans home and
fexge a wife and little ones without a
sAiiead from poverty and want The
s1neetest face, the brightest eye, the
k1ellest form are powerless, even for
M vast ant, to prevent the falling blow.
~ GDrches the tiny cradle and the
1natty babe wakes no more. 1t walks
1nxn5ugh your city today, and tomorrow
Snu are stranger in your own home.
We tax philosophy call out the last
q sstsserye of courage, lean on religion
znnd appeal to hope, and yet how hard
- Hs TO say Amen!
And yet l repeat that death, cold
ss1rming cruel, Is ever Just and kind
szDA FENDER as the mothers kiss upon
r 'baby's face.
G0d moves in a mysterious way
| fas wonders to perform"
Fe .pHrmits tyrants to be exalted up
Nm thrones and His saints to be raw
sklhed by the wanton hand of a world
AUv0uring ambition. He cuts down
s1hE great and the good in the midst OF
r1heirs usefulness and allows the wick
II 20 mHftiply their days He suffers
= sentiment to be ravished by the mil
zu1sm of an empire. But His in
lite wisdom is not to be measured by
MW ignorance His designs are not to
6n criticized by our feeble minds. AS
I'LL might we attempt to bind the
EWcet influences Of Pleiades, or loose
NAe bands Of Orion" 1t Is enough to
AnsW that He that created the uni
NErBe and guides the stars in their
WznArSe, that counts the hairs of our
A1sad. and notes the sparrow's fall, will
ea1s6er and direct our ways so as best to
'znNrDmplish His purpose He has seen
II to take from us our departed
{ Auathers. But they still live in our
tnsxrts and their illustrious names will
ssHneT brighten the memorial tablets in
uny lodge rooms.
With admonishing frequency the
aEureme land solemn problem which
~ the ages have striyen in vain to
s 1ta4 z lies OeCl JiIuSL upOu Ill oil
M1es and in all lands it has been the
unBst earnest and imperishable issue
~ the human mind to peer beyond the
zm&ae curtain of the tomb, which neV
ar outward swings. In one unbroken
azaavan the myriads of mankind from
enHaIipn down have gone out into the
Mrysterious night of death. No single
aHzxssleT has ever yet returned; nay,
Pvr,vr of a
Mws has ever yet come back a sign
1~ token. There lis NO mystery like
Auxah. There lis no theme SO sublime
1n strand as Immortality. It has been
Anne Yondest dream Of humanity in ev-
@x age, and cline, and among all
,ennsses and conditions of men, from
} 0nne philosopher in the pristine days of
41he academy to the rudest bushman
II the wilds OF the jungle. When Sar-
Hselen, the son of Zeus, was slain be-
Hnre the walls of Troy, the greatest
NnH of all time, in his matchless epic,
HzyS-
Appollo, with divine ambrosia all his
limbs
clothed him in immortal
srobes.
ssFe swift bearers gave him then in
scharge,
5 ssseep and death, twin brothers"
1healearn1ng and philosophy and re-
vse1z4ion of three thousand years have
aK1uem to the yearning world no more
XtEsH than that which greeted the dou-
ally darkened vision of the blind old
Annd of Scio's rocky isle" Is it sleep
nm death? AS we stand on the echo
xEMz shore and watch the bark of life
p1 out and sink below the vision line
I'll khat silent, tideless sea, we cannot
zap whether it is death or sleep whose
Eiaalnen hands have seized our parting
EniHAds. We cannot know whether it
Is 1n ending forever or a resting be-
fxseeD the feverish toll of life and the
stgr9nIng of the work-day of eternity.
Wait with all it's marvellous drapery
M She thought and poetry and song of
RE she ages of the past, there never
xxas a time when there was so much
sln1sagfeRenee to death as now. 1t is
aaec1uxe after fruitless centuries of