Le MeschaceÌbeÌ. [volume] ([Lucy] La.) 1853-1942, 1914-06-20

at the st. JOhn the BAPTIST "a
| tholic Church last Saturday morn
ing at 10 o'clock. Rev. Father
| Charles Richard officiating and
paying a beautiful tribute to the
memory of the deceased.
The casket was covered with
most beautiful floral designs low
ing fingers ever. wrought, all of
which spoke of peace, purity,
and immortality. The music rem
dered was such as to soften all
hearts, moisten all eyes. At the
close of the services an unusual
long procession followed all that
was mortal of him to our silent
City. At the open grave we say
farewell" " May Gods purest an
gels guard his slumbers. Poet nor
artist has ever been able to por-
try the grave in colors Of bright
ness and beauty. Bryant, in the
Hymn of Death, ;, could not
make the subject beautiful; and
yet the cemetery with its marble
and it's dead, the chair that has
no occupant, the fancied echo of
the silent voice, and the vacant
place in home, social, and lodge
life. are mellowing uplifting in
| their influence. They ring the best
of human nature into the fullness
of vigor, crowding back the
selfishness and imperfousness of
of men, and impressing them
with the duty Of recognition, OF
the value of friendship. It is the
gloom nf the church yard that re-
Veals to us more clearly the beau
tv of life. 1t is the broken ties at
the grave that prompts us to a
fuller appreciation of the tender
ness of the tieS that are not vet
broken; and so while we mourn
the loss Of our dead we may re
ioice that there is no cloud so dark
| that there is no light behind it,
| no sorrow so poignant that there
is not a balm for the wound It
infhcts.
Valsin is gone! Another name
lis stricken from the ever lessen
ing roll of our good Christian boys
A solitary, CRIED stricken mother,
a poor, bereayed, broken hearted
father, and a lonely home, are
| left to attest how sadly they will
miss him. But it must be so; these
tender human ties cannot be
severed withouta a pang. There is
no language at our command by
which we could fittingly portray
{ the bitter pangs of death, but we
mustrealize that it is the work of
one who gives, and one who tax
es. and must bear death with true
Christian fortitude, and resigna-
ton. God saw fit that Valsln's
work here below was done, and
well done. Not for him to our
itears! Rather let US crown his
J grave with garlands; for few will
live as long, few as well, and fe-
Wer will the Angel o. death
great with such a loving touch.
We understand that it is sad
to give up one whose influence
! would doubtless have been
for good; who by precept and ex-
: ample was so well calculated te
snread abroad the blessed influnce
! Of godly living. Yet He who
! doeth all things we'll, makes n.
! mistakes. The human link snap.
: ped asunder on earth is forgeo
! anew in heaven. The yearning
parents mourn not as one with
! out hope. it's also true that Wher
beautiful youth is gone not much
of life remains; hence the deal
: ones eyes are closed to all
! earthly trials.
No bronze or marble shaft, nj
sp!endor of ancient or moderr
tombs and no play of immorta
! genius can adorn the memory oi
! such manly young men. Theil
$ lives, their deeds, their influence
: living or dead. and their pure as
pirations are the monuments tha
I will keep their names burning il
J. the home and the hearts of kind
e red and brethren, while the FLY
e ing moments are dimming will
n their dust and rust the i1scrip
d ton upon the brightest obelish il
y the cemetery. While the silenc'
e of death wraps and chills US a
Il this moment, memories, sWee
n and precious, come crowding IN
v Death is hard master. He woal
r take from Us our brightest ant
# best, but he cannot even ma
q memory. 1t will serve as a balm
,e to our wounded hearts. His fu
ID ture was full of promise, and W
- aora rnf ack wl1y he was takel