A preacher at Ft. Scott, Kan., delivered a brief but truthful funeral sermon the other day. Here it is: “A word to you all. Post mortem praises are in the air. People kiss their dead who never stop to kiss their living. They hover over an open casket in hysterical sobs, but fail to throw their arms around their loved ones who are fighting the stern battles of life. A word of cheer to the struggling soul in life is worth more than all the roses of Christendom piling high over casket covers.”

From— The Hickman Courier. (Hickman, Ky.), 28 Sept. 1900. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.