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ME. A. P. YOUNG: 1 have a tribute [ should like to bring. It 

 is a little poem T have admired ever since my schooldays: 



"There is no death! The stars go down 



To rise upon some fairer shore: 

 And bright in heaven's jeweled crown 

 They shine for evermore. 



"There is no death! The dust we tread 

 Shall change beneath the summer shovrer 

 To golden grain or mellowed fruit, 

 Or rainbow tinted flowers. 



"The granite rocks disorganize, 



And feed the hungry moss they bear; 

 The forest leaves drink daily life 

 From out the viewless air. 



"There is no death! The leaves may fall. 

 And flowers may fade and pass away; 

 They only wait through wintry hours 

 The coming of the May. 



"There is no death! An angel form 

 Walks o'er the earth in silent tread. 

 He bears our best loved things away; 

 And then we call them 'dead.' 



"He leaves our hearts all desolate 



He plucks our fairest, sweetest flowers; 

 Transplanted into bliss they now 

 Adorn immortal bowers. 



"The bird-like voice whose joyous tones. 



Makes glad these scenes of sin and strife, 

 Sings now an everlasting song 

 Around the 'Tree of Life.' 



"Where'er he sees a smile too bright 

 Or heart too pure for taint or vice. 

 He bears it to that world of light 

 To dwell in Paradise. 



"Born into that undying life 



They leave us, but to come again, 

 With joy we welcome them — the same 

 Except their sin and pain. 



"And ever near us, though unseen 

 The dear, immortal spirits tread, 

 For all the boundless universe 

 Is life — there are no dead." 



MR. HUTCHISON: Mr. Hiester was one of my best and truest 

 friends. I have known him for many, many years. We were thrown 

 together quite a good deal. Our sons were schoolmates at College, 

 they graduated in the Class of '98, his only son and my oldest son. 

 His son visited my house and a friendship sprang up between the 

 two boys, and led to a friendship between the fathers. He has been 

 at my home. I traveled with him over the State to the Farmers' 

 Institutes. I loved the man. I knew him very well. He always had 

 a good word for everyone. I never heard him say an unkind word 

 to any one. If he could not say a good word, he said nothing. 



He was an authority on fruit culture. His name was known 

 not only in our own State, but in adjacent states. His death 

 is a distinct loss to the Commonwealth. I regretted when he left 

 the Institute force, but he felt he could not leave his wife and 

 daughters alone and travel over the State. He was a true friend in 



