Genial and wh ole* soul Slt;1, I)uve could count everyone hi* friend, and tin* new* of hi* dangerous illness brought a startled look to their eye and when it was whispered that lie was no more a pall of gloom and sorrow pervaded the entire community. Friends mingled tiieir tears with those of the relatives and would not concede the right of only relatives to mourn. lt;ur friend has gone from our sight but he is ours still—ours to remember and love, and to mourn. We cannot call him back, therefore we would cherish even the tears we shed for him.Hut there Is a Joy in our grief, for it I is not a grief without hope. Dave, though a strictly moral and exemplary man, had not united himself with any; church, but in the hour of man’s greatest need, when It became apparent that She life that had had so much of promise in it, was soon to be sna|-ped asunder, he signified a desire to receive the sacrament of baptism and to make his peace with tlie Master. Rev. W. IT. Clark was summoned and gave him spiritual advice and informed the baptismal ceremony. lt;n Friday afternoon he called ids family and relatives and neighbors who were present about his bedside and, taking them by the hand one by one, bade them good-bye and asked them all to meet him in Heaven. He said that Ids soul was st rest—that he was ready to go. It was a sacred, touching scene but the cruellt sting of all was removed by the hope that rests beyond the grave.Ths funeral occurred Sunday at 10:30 o'clock at the M. E. church in this city, and was attended by probably the largest concourse of people that ever assembled here on a like occasion. The services were conducted by Rev. Clark, assisted by Kid. John Muaselman, after which, all that was mortal of David Flora was tenderly laid to rest in Maple Lawn.As a friend be was true, our voices gladly echo the singingHe la not gone, for his voice still with u* (•ringing;Like the song oT the sweet, loving birds.We list. Cow we hear his last words, i'm at rest.”