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Show ELOQUENT TRIBUTE BY REV. DR. GOSHEN At the funeral of Judge C. C. Goodwin, Good-win, held in Salt Lake yesterday afternoon, after-noon, Rev. Dr. Goshen, formerly of Ogden, pronounced the eulogy which was a masterpiece. He said: Lot other hours and occasions tell of his achievement as soldier, statesman states-man and editdor, while we who love him much, standing here beside his dust, pay our simple tribute of respect re-spect and love. The music is all minors today, because the sweetest singer of all our company has left us to join the choir invisible. He touched the harp of life and the hidden hid-den harmonies crept forth to still the discords and to banish fear. He melted pearls and amethysts and into their liquid purify dipped his' pen and then wrote a message of faith and hope and prophecy. Few had a keener sense of humor and nono a gentler wit; and with wit and pathos he helped to bear the burdens of his fellow pilgrims as together they journeyed life's highway. high-way. And all the while, like a warrior war-rior he fought the evils of greed, of falsehood and of hypocrisy. Men of Inferior worth have profited by what he did, and fortunes were made In which ho had no share. The great west has felt his moulding spirit and the state of Utah. is safer, saner and more decent because he lived and wrought within her borders. The sunset on tho purpling mountains is richer since he helped to clear the fog from the valleys below. He had tho strength of a warrior and the gentleness of a child. His genius helped to protect the flag of his nation and to breathe gentleness Into tho affairs of the common life. The animals of the street have lost a protector; little children havo lost a tender heart that loved them all. Every honest man has lost a friend, and stalwart integrity has lost a strong defender. All over our land there are hearts . that are saddened today because this genius-laden soul has crept beyond be-yond our vision; In the intellectual circles where ability is recognized; in tho great centers where men congregate; con-gregate; and away off beyond, where a solitary miners seeks to guide his pick Into tho stream of gold. High and low, great and humble, hum-ble, mingle their tears today, for a great soul has entered the golden ship whose sails are angels' wings, and we lovingly bear the dust to Its resting place, confident that the spirit that made life richer hero shall find all goodness beyond tho shadows. If the gods open thoir gates for too spirits of men, then they ha.ve eimmT -ml A a nnon 71 rv fnr nn o f tho gentlest spirits of the earth has gone to find their company. |
