The Pensacola journal., 1914-12-07

the ordinary transactions of life anC
remember the ennobling lessons VIZ
: have learned from those who mo long
eP list to wars alarms or pulsate with
feeling when the pleasing notes Of the
harp strike the strings of perfect har-
nony." Our comrades are no Longer
with as, but they still live. In the
language Of the poet, we can truth
fully say,
They are not dead, these good men
whom We mourn,
| Though out Of sight and hearing they
have gone;
They live, removed from earthly care
and i'll,
With stronger, holier, power to bless
/ us still
Life is a fraiI arch uniting two etern-
! fties-the unknown Worlds-that from
whence we come when life is vouch-
| safed to US and that to which we go
| when in infinite wisdom life is denied
US. It is the day, begun In the sun
shine Of the glorious morning and
| ending in the melancholy shades Of
evening. It is the smile and the tear;
the banquet hall and the silence Of the
tomb; alike a triumphant song and a
mournful elegy.
To me has been allotted the honor
of paying a tribute to our deceased
brother, James McHugh. He was born
in the county of Longford, Ireland, on
January 1st, 1848. His first work Vas
in the mercantile business in Liver
pool, England, where he remained un-
til he was twenty one years of age,
emigrating from his native land TO the
United States in 1867. He landed in
the city of New Orleans, where he re-
sided until 1872, coming from that city
to Pensacola. Here he was employed
by Lewis Bear until 1874, when he
embarked in business for himself,
which grew from a small beginning
to the large enterprise in which he
was engaged at the time of his decease
on August 22nd, 1914. That he won
and retained the confidence of his fell
low citizens is proven by the fact that
he was elected and served as a mem
Der of the city council Of Pensacola
for a number of years, and for a term
as representative from this county in
the legislature of the state of Florida
AS a public servant he made record
for honesty of purpose and loyalty to
principle and conviction that will al
ways be a guiding star to those who
hold public positions of honor and
trust. He was fond of his home life
and left surviving him loving wife,
one son and four daughters. His de-
yotion to his family was one of the
beautiful things of his life and his
loved ones should find great comfort
in the fact that they were never ao-
sent from his thought. He was
noble man, a strong Christian char-
acter a splendid gentleman, a true
S1iTy al
and one who had manfully fought his
way by effort and perseverance to the
things he had achieved. He led an
honest, industrious, life and was faith
full in the discharge of every duty, and
such a life is always properly re-
warded. All who knew James Nc
Hugh loved him for his simplicity
and sincerity, his loyalty and devo-
ton to principle, and his friendship
and sympathy for his fellow men. 1t
is hard to realize that he has gone, but |
it is the way of life.
No one hears the door that opens,
Through which they pass beyond
our call;
Soft as loosened leaves Of roses,
One by one our loved ones fall.
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belief that death is |
only the beginning Of brighter and |
more Joyous life, the faith in the |
promise that those who keep his COM |
shall meet again in the |
house of many mansions. Such kind |
philosophy dispels the gloom Of the |
grave and brings a solace and an as
surance of hope to the broken hearted
and disconsolate.
Our brother has passed from among
US, but we shall not forget that he
was faithful to every trust, sincere in
every purpose, a loving father and
husband, and loyal in his friendship
Tor his brother Elks. He performed
ais tasks faithfully and has gone to
mis- reward. We know he has only
passed from this earth to some hap
pier existence.
There is no death! The stars go down,
To rise on some fairer shore,
And bright in heavens jeweled crown,
They shine forever more.
There are no dead; we fall asleep
To waken where they never weep,
We close our eyes to pain and sin,
Our breath ebbs out, but life flows in.
There is no death! An angel form
Walks DER the earth with silent
tread;
he bears our best loved ones away
And then we call them dead.
''Perils of Pauline" at the
Bonita tomorrow.