and manners. His friends and neighbors, those who knew him intimately, can never forget his unfailing kindness and consid- eration for all who came within the sunshine of his presence and his interest in all that made for their welfare ; nor can they ever forget his quick sympathy in times of trouble. So closely was his life united with that of his beloved wife that when she passed to her eternal rest his brave spirit was not able to bear life's burdens alone . For nearly fifty years she had stood devotedly by his side. Together they created an ideal home from which radiated an influence for good that can never be measured. They had rejoiced together in times of victory and they had borne with fortitude the disappointments of life which sooner or later come to us all. He died as he had lived, a Christian gentleman in the un- shaken belief in a better life beyond the grave. For a long half century Mr. Stevenson stood in the focus of public attention. The fierce light of public criticism beat against his armor and found no flaw. No stain ever touched his gar- ments, and not even the breath of suspicion ever rested upon his good name. Full of years and full of honors, with friends and loved ones about him, he lay down weary and broken beneath a monument of public gratitude and affection greater and more enduring than any of masonry or bronze. We know that monuments made by human hands must soon decay and fall. We know too that the friends who knew and loved him in life must soon pass away and that through the on stretching centuries of the great future the memory of his name