carried on in the class-room. He wanted the subject taken out of the
realm of probability, and brought to the test of certainty and
demonstration. "O, chum!" he exclaimed, "I wish I might die now; I
can hardly wait for the demonstration!" He did not wait long. The
bending heavens caught up his spirit, and he has gone into the holy
city through the beautiful gate which opens over all graves.

"Thus saints, that seem to die in earth's rude strife, only win
double life; they have but left our weary ways to live in memory
here, in Heaven by love and praise."


EULOGY BY DR. STRIEBY.

After what has been so eloquently and fittingly said I have very
great reluctance to appear before you to speak of Brother Powell. I
have on several occasions spoken of him, and it is only because I am
unwilling that the office and the office workers should not in some
way be recognized that I consent to say a few words to-day.

What I have to say relates not so much to his public life as to our
office relations with him. It has been my sad duty to go to the
graves or speak at these meetings in reference to the death of all
the officers associated with me when I came into this work; Lewis
Tappan, George Whipple, S.S. Jocelyn, G.D. Pike--all of these I have
followed to the grave. There is this one difference between Brother
Powell's death and that of the others in our memory--all the others
had a long, wasting sickness; we remember the darkened room, the pale
face, the parched lips, the night vigils. But we have no such thought
in regard to Brother Powell's death. The morning after the holiday of