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Show I BANK II. DYKB, Fkank H. DTKB la dead, and yesterday yester-day a whole city mourned him. His friends were legion, and in overy phase of -life, and tho funeral notes of the organ swelled over a vast concourse of those ho weut to pay thu last tribute of respect to thoir dead friend. It is good to have lived as Mr. Dviiit lived, I not so much with his heart pinned to his sleevo for daws to peck at, but with an oar jtj. a heart and a sense ever open to the necessities of his friends, and the unfortunate. unfor-tunate. To have so lived is lo die beloved and respected. His closest friends told with striking eloquence and truth the simple story of his life as they stood in that pretty, old-fashioned way around his eollin, and tho multitudo that listened felt better for having heard the story. As father, husband, friend, he shed a bouyaut light upon health and home, and carried with him to tho great beyond, the consciousness of a duty well per formed throughout his all too short career. Death ever loves a shining mark, and the sorrowing toilers, merchants mer-chants and wealthy men of this city today, upon whom their loss grows as the realization becomes more fixed, proves that had Fhank II. Dteb lived, there lay before him a glorious future |