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Show Jasper Raymond Rand IT IS HARD to give him up. So gallant was he, so generous, so genial, so gifted. So delighted delight-ed in life was he, so anxious to make all around him joyous, so destitute of anything like false pride, so bouyant of spirit, and still under all his belief that ho- jt endeavor would bring a reward, and thai among the strong men of tho nation he would on merit alone carve out an honored place. And while hoping for himself, working for himself, still keeping his heart warm, his ears open to tho world's sorrows, dividing divid-ing a portion of his great wealth as he moved on and bordering his path with charities indeed, it is pitiable to think his eyes are closed and the hush of eternity wraps him round. Life was very sweet to him; he loved it for 1 the blessings it brought him; loved It for the joy it gave him to make others happy; loved it for the generous hopes that warmed his soul and held J the promise of triumphs, honest triumphs, to come, always before his eyes. 4 It is hard to think of the stoppage of that life when In full career; it is with heavy hearts that his friends recall his name and all his splendid splen-did traits. Peace to him, may the tired head rest softly on the pillow, to which no troubled dreams come, and the waking from which is in that dawn which has no clouds, but which is aureoled with ever- f lasting peace. |