always be just like they had been. They never change.
The little girl that you laid away in Houston is to-day in
your mind just what she was then. And the dear husband
that you lay away now will always be just what he is to-
day. No changes can come. He is fixed in the memory.

"Now, my friends, in behalf of Mrs. Brann and her
children, let me thank you for this presence, for this
demonstration of your appreciation of this man who has
so suddenly, so unexpectedly, fallen in our midst. Let us
cherish his memory, remember his virtue, and imitate his
daring courage in defiance of that which he thought was
evil and wrong. He was not without his faults. None
of us are. He was always ready and willing to admit that.
No man was more willing to answer for his work than
W. C. Brann. Therefore I ask for him that judgment
to-day we shall all crave of one another when we shall
have passed away. We will now lay his body in the
grave, we will cover it with mother earth, and upon it
place these flowers as a testimonial of our love and
affection for him."

At the grave, the bouquet which Mrs. Brann had laid
on the casket before leaving home was returned to her,
and just before the casket was lowered into the grave,
she stepped forward and lovingly placed the floral piece
upon the casket and it was closed in the grave. There
was a large number of floral offerings. Flowers were
there in profusion. But as at the other funeral, two
pieces were especially noticeable. One was a huge broken