The Pulaskian., 1915-04-16

bIanketed the casket and piano, bank ed corners and were arranged in pro fusion everywhere.
 The interment took place at Oak land, where the earthly body was given back to the substance of which 1t came Roses were cast in the open grave and the white gloves of those of his companions who had borne tho pall and while chorus of children of his Sunday School class sang softly, the open grave was filled and covered with a wide extended carpet of orchids and violets and roses with such a wealth of resurrection lilies as gave the appearance of garden. On the center of the mound was placed a pill tow of natural wild violets picked in the woods by friends at Forest Park
 Thus came sunset in lifes morning, bringing again the old time questions and perhaps the old-time struggle be- tween faith and doubt. At this time it is we'll to remember that in our pres ent stage we can no more behold or comprehend that which lies beyond, and perhaps very near, than can the creeping worm know the sunshine life of a butterfly on wings Neither is the sum total of life's work measured by years, but by experiences gained and energy expended, and the influences set in motion, which though subtle are none the less real. Little Sidney Bradley was child of redundant phy- sical energy. He gave off vitality and cheer tc every one with whom he came in contact In his work and at play enthusiasm dominated his effort and he drew from life twice as much of gladness and pleasure as many do in a life time, so that many years more of real joy were his in life's spring time than some enjoy who live out the count of years. Also, in the last few weeks of his life, did he suffer all the pain that is generally allotted to long years, so that those who look ed upon the young face on the casket pillow, saw there the work of years wrought in a few weeks. So in joy and in pain he lived. And who shah say his influence ii the hearts of his friends, both young and old, will not live longer, even as a fragrant, blessed memory than that of many who pass the count of youths years even to sunset
 | c nf nIn in 10 thought that after all and above all there is plan. That the law of com pensation, though we understand not it's workings, dces exist, and while to the mother heart and the father heart no words or thoughts can be sui agony, there will come a time when they will count it joy to know that l their son did not perish on battle field afar from home and friends. Through the long years they will not suffer the suspense of wondering how he was slain or where, and whether his last moan was for drink or his last prayer for the touch of friendly hand. Such is the fate of thousands of the bravest sons of loyal mothers. Such might have been the fate of this brave boy. Instead his transition from this stage of mans existence to that just higher, took place among those who loved him, with tender hands to minis ter to every want and wealth of flowers to mark his resting place.
 And when the veil of mortality for the loved ones who yet remain, shall be brushed aside by that which we call Death, then will we be better able to understand the immortality of the mystery of life.-B B.