Gilpin observer., 1920-12-09

and failures of our fellows; and
worse than all, the tongues of the
idle and vicious are never silent,
and we must hear things better
left unsaid. What privilege
then is ours, to exercise the great
charity of silence, and in emula-
tion of the example of the Master
trace idle and meaningless char
acters upon the changing and
shifting sands upon which we
stand. This makes being an Elk,
worth while.
"Their virtues upon the tablets
of love and memory.
"The tablet of love methinks, is
divine; part of the soul; hidden
within our deepest nature; its
texture of the whitest white, in
grained, perhaps, with the legend.
God is Love- On this tablet we
begin to write when we begin to
love; love dictates the inscription,
love makes the inscription, and.
Infinite Love will be the reader.
and, perhaps the record made on
the tablets of love will determine
our final judgments and rewards.
THE tablets of memory belong
to our humanity; we are contin-
/ ually writing upon these, and the
record is not always permanent.
Memories of childhood, how sweet
these are! Memories of manhood
and womanhood, not all sweet.
and, thank God, not all bitter.
Sweet or bitter-sweet, we would
not be without them, and by them
are often made stronger for the
duties of tomorrow. How import
ant, that, when the word 'finis' is
written at the end of our tablets
of love and memory, there shall
be no record to make us ashamed.
"The tablets of memory are
turning this evening in this SER
vice; sixty-one brothers are alb
sent; of each and every one of
them our tablets of memory have
kindly record; you remember, and
l remember, but not just the same
things; yet our record is true; as
we turn the leaves our tablets of
memory we can almost hear their
footsteps in the halls of memory;
we shall always remember the
blessing of their good morning.
and the benediction of their good
nights Their ready words of en-
couragement and appreciation, and
their equally needed words of eau
tion, warning and reproof. And.
most of us have memory of that
time when we went down to our
then Gethsemane, how they went
with us as far as they could; and
how, when we later came out of
the garden, broken and crushed;
we found them at the gate, wait
ing for us, to help US; and how.
their strength in some way COM
municated us, we grew stronger.
and struggled back to the sun
light of life, made humanity happy
again by these acts of brother
hood.
"And, in these services in men,
oriam, we send to our absent
brothers the thought of eleven
o'clock and all's we'll.
"To those brothers just back of
the misty curtains which hide i'm
mortality and mortality; those
whom we pronounced faithful in
charity and brotherly love and de-
voted to justice; those for whom
we twined the ivy with the amar-
anth, and sealed the both with the
forget-me-not; tonight, we assure
you that we have inscribed your
virtues on our tablets of love and
memory.
Sunlight on valley, mountain and
stream,
We live in the bright world with
love and dream.
But the sunlight will die in the
shadowy sky;
Life is only one Good Morning.
Good Night and Good Bye.
"In the days that are gone though
their glories still CLEAN.
Together we stood by brother
hoods stream;
There was never a sigh, meath the
cloudless sky,
Life was always Good Morning.
and never Good Bye.
But the years have grown old.
and far out of the fold,
They sleep, meath the SHOWS of