East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-07-27
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want of the people we win set our faces
like flint against every intimation anc
! suggestion of summary dealing with
| these blood-thirst desperadoes if they
are brought living back again to. the
jail from whence they escaped. And
lives like Tilman Taylor's that are key
ed to the high note of service backed
and bulwarked by a granite manhood
| never die. They have consciously or
unconsciously caught the spirit of the
incarnate Son of God who lived in this
world not to be ministered unto but to
minister and to spend and be spent for
the sake of others. We are not asking
the question why this awful tragedy
should have occurred for there js no
answer to that question. We go back
III thought to that event the most
awful in human history.
Life Is Example.
But through the shining of the years
we behold that life as veritable dy-
namo of energy quickening men to
lives of heroism and self-forgetting
ministry even as it inspired the life of
Tilman Taylor. What we do know be-
yond the peradventure of doubt is
that God was in no way responsible
for the Staying of Jesus Christ and
that his own infinite heart of love
agonized in the agony of His Son. we
do not know why brutal and cow
ardly hand should have been permit
ted to strike down this faithful public
servant. but we do know that while
that hand has killed the body it has
been powerless to destroy the soul He
lives and will ever live both in the i'm
mortality of his imperishable influ-
ence and in that personal immortality
whereby he shall move forward and
onward to higher heights of manhood
and character in that fearless and
deathless life beyond the stars. In
what few calm moments that have
been mine since this awful event it
seems to me 1 hear him saying that
this is the way l wanted to go. In
the full flush of manhood, with my
hand still at the task given it to do,
in the rendering of the service to
which the people had summoned me
and not after weary weeks of sickness
and of pain would l elect to take my
journey onward to God and home.
Life just Begun.
A brave life. manly character, a
noble manhood, sweet. gentle, kindly
a friend whose circles were almost
boundless and limitless has ended aye
not ended, but only just begun for that
Christ whose spirit of service Tilman |
Taylor caught has plucked the sting
of death and robbed the grave of any |
victory it may ever have won and has
taught us that death is not writing the |
word fins to the book of life, but |
only the words to be continued. BY |
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court house a simple but substantial |
bronze tablet recording the date of his
birth. the date of his death and the
years during which he served the peo-
pie in that court house.
Tablet to Honor.
Then let that tablet state the fact
that he was a true friend an exem-
plary citizen, faithful public official.
He died as he lived performing his
duty Let that tablet teach our chill /
dren and our childrens children the
simple lesson of fidelity and faithful
ness to the higher ideals of living even
he ideals of service that is rendered |
1ut of a full and overflowing manhood.
Hail friend and servant of us all. We
10 not have to say farewell from out |
rom the battlements of heaven we
rear sounding clear and distinct as the
.olling of a bell the words be thou
aithful until death and l will give thee
he crown of life. That crown Tilman
'aylor is yours because you have
obly earned it and in that fair coun-
rs we know there will be found for
ven richer avenues of service and of
ministry and that when we greet you ,
here we shall find that you have and {,
re wearing that crown of life as you
ore it most worthily. Not the defeat I 1
nd overthrow but the crowning and 4
terrifying of your life is the expert Z
nee into which you have entered and n
e shall try to catch your spirit, aye 3
ither the spirit of Him who inspired v
on that at the end we may be worthy v
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lose of whom it may be said v
One who never turned his back
But marched breast forward, s.
Held we fall to rise Il
Are baffled to fight better j.
Sleep to wake. Il