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The dove, with its summons, has again flown into the ark; the house of one of our worthy life-voyagers, and left a call-card for the earthly existence of one; a man whose career was as pro- nounced in the cause of integrity and uprightness as his name which will pass along down through the ages, among the truth-seekers of succeeding genera- tions. We will not dwell upon the sad mem- ories which rested heavily upon his brow, nor will we attempt to paint the pic- ture of his physical suffering, but suffice to say that the once substantial house, the sound intellect; the kind heart, have felt the on-coming shadow of death which claimed him for its own. As a school-mate and life-long friend, I speak of the deceased -- Emerson J. Hale. A man as pronounced in his life in every particular that enters into an honest and upright character, as the stars pronounced which mellow the darkness over which they shine During the eight years of illness he continued to hope on, and on the morn- ing of January 18, 1913, his spirit took its flight; leaving his remains to return to their original dust. I feel sure that his life has been such that he will enjoy the rewards which await the faithful, and the world is undoubtedly better for his having lived in it. Housed in the temples of recollection, we will store away the fond memories of our departed friend and as such, our love for tender reminiscences, prompted through fruits of a beautiful character will remain with us fraternally, until time shall be no more. JOHN B. CABLE Warren Evening Mirror, January 23, 1913. |