Ingersoll

(born 11th August 1833, and dying 21st July 1899), said at the grave of his beloved brother in 1886: “ Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of the two eternities, We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We ery aloud and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voicele lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word, But in the night of death Hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.... We have no fear of death.... Our religion is Help for the living, and Hope for the dead.” Again he writes: “ All hope to meet again the loved and lost. In every heart there grows this sacred flower. Immortality is a word that Hope, through all the ages, has been whispering to Love.