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 Hope Reed Cody was born at Naperville, DuPage 
 county, Illinois, April 14, 1870. He was the young- 
 est son of Hiram H. Cody, for many years judge of 
 the Circuit Court of the Twelfth Judicial Circuit, 
 and Philomela E. Cody, whose maiden name was 
 Sedgwick. 
 
 In his early environment he was exceptionally for- 
 tunate. He had the association, during his entire 
 youth, of his father, who was honored in many ways 
 by the people of his county, as no one before or since, 
 and of his mother, who was respected and beloved by 
 all. He was able to have much more real compan- 
 ionship with mother and father, brothers and sisters, 
 than would be possible in a large community, and 
 thereby his early development was more rapid. 
 Being the youngest child perhaps his chances of 
 virility were greater on that account. In his boyhood 
 he was privileged to breathe the pure air of the 
 country; to live close to nature, and yet near 
 enough to the western metropolis to feel its impulse 
 and absorb its ambition. 
 
 Even in this early period of life he evidenced his 
 genius for leadership. Two instances may be noted. 
 
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 As an editor of an amateur paper (an experience 
 which made him an easy writer, much to his advan- 
 tage in after life), he became interested in the West- 
 ern Amateur Press Association, and was soon elected 
 president of that organization. Shortly afterwards, 
 although at graduation the youngest in his class at 
 Northwestern College at Naperville, he was chosen 
 the class president. We have been called "a. nation 
 of presidents." In these days nearly everyone, during 
 his experience, becomes the chief executive of some 
 organization. But it is significant that so early in 
 life Hope Reed Cody was at the head of those 
 movements with which he was identified. 
 
 After his graduation from the Union College of 
 Law, in 1890, he moved to Chicago and entered into 
 the practice of the law with his father and his brother, 
 Arthur B. Cody, under the firm name of Hiram H. 
 Cody & Sons. 
 
 He continued to lead the organizations of which 
 he was a member. He was president of the South 
 Side Union of Christian Endeavor societies; was twice 
 elected to the regency of Garden City Council of the 
 Royal Arcanum, being the first regent who, in the 
 long life of that Council, was honored by re-election. 
 
 About this time, he became a member of the 
 Hamilton Club, which was then located in the for- 
 mer home of the Farragut Boat Club, on Lake Park 
 avenue. His administrative experience, coupled with
 
 natural endowments of leadership, soon won him 
 the chairmanship of the Political Action Committee, 
 the most important committee of the organization. 
 This position placed him where he could be active 
 in the club councils. Dissatisfied with the limited 
 scope of the Club as a merely South Side enterprise, 
 he was among the first to identify himself with the 
 movement which resulted in securing down-town 
 quarters. Before that time, the proposition had been 
 many times advanced, and a number of the members 
 had earnestly advocated the change. Committees 
 had been appointed to investigate and to procure, if 
 possible, a favorable location, but they had all failed 
 to report any arrangement which was practicable. 
 He enlisted the co-operation of one of his most 
 intimate friends, and they scoured the city with the 
 thoroughness and energy which he took into every 
 enterprise. They finally made an arrangement which 
 was, probably, the only one safe, at that time, for 
 the Club. The membership was then 360, and of 
 that number many were in arrears for dues, and 
 the Club was only supported by the heavy labors 
 of a few devoted members. It seemed almost a 
 hopeless task to raise the $7,000 necessary for fitting 
 up the new quarters, and those who subscribed 
 to the fund did so with the expectation that they 
 would not be repaid. At this time, he had no 
 thought of further immediate advancement in the
 
 organization, but the exigencies of club politics made 
 his candidacy a necessity. The only objection urged 
 against him, the force of which he himself 
 admitted, was his youth. After his nomination the 
 industry and force, which were his by right of Anglo- 
 Saxon ancestry, immediately showed themselves in a 
 striking manner. Applications for membership poured 
 in by the score, and his name was upon nearly 
 every application. When elected, these men would 
 naturally vote for president, and so it was a fore- 
 gone conclusion that he was to be the successful can- 
 didate, and he became the unanimous choice of the 
 members. With the assistance of others, he superin- 
 tended all the improvements in the new quarters, 
 redrafted the by-laws to suit the new conditions, and 
 was the central figure in this great change in condi- 
 tions and prospects. His success in these matters, as 
 in all that he undertook, was made secure by the 
 fact that he consulted with men of judgment and 
 modified his views, in so far as their suggestions 
 appealed to him. 
 
 Entering upon his duties as president, he quickly 
 brought the Club into closer touch with the rank 
 and file of the better class of politicians. 
 
 He was fond of the society of women, but im- 
 mediately eliminated from the Club the social features 
 in which they had participated, insisting that the 
 Club was a political organization with which ladies, 
 socially, had nothing to do.
 
 Soon after his inauguration, the Club anniversary 
 was celebrated by a dinner, at which only seventy 
 guests were present. Upon this occasion, however, an 
 address upon Appomattox Day confirmed his idea of 
 the feasibility of the "Blue and Gray" banquet, which, 
 in the succeeding year, was the crown of his adminis- 
 tration. 
 
 Later in the year, he visited New York and secured 
 Senator Depew for the address at the Auditorium on 
 Chicago Day, and Governor Roosevelt for the banquet 
 of April loth. 
 
 In the county and municipal campaigns, which 
 took place during his administration, his foresight and 
 energy enabled the Club to be the first to entertain 
 the candidates. As a result, these campaigns, as well 
 as the general campaign in the fall, were opened by 
 the Club. In this way, the organization was estab- 
 lished as a force in local political life, and rose to 
 the first position among organizations of like character 
 in the west. 
 
 The feature of the Club's campaigning, to which 
 he devoted the most attention, aside from the public 
 meetings of which mention has been made, was the 
 noon-day meetings, which became so popular as to 
 make it certain that they will be continued as long 
 as the Club exists. Although he presided at but one 
 of these meetings, he attended all of them and 
 personally superintended the arrangements.
 
 Another feature, which will be followed by future 
 administrations, is that of the trips of Club delegates 
 to other cities, on errands of a public or political 
 character. No one unacquainted with the exact facts 
 can imagine the amount of labor and worry which he 
 took upon himself in organizing the trip which the 
 Club made to attend the inauguration of Governor 
 Roosevelt. The purpose was well understood by his 
 friends. He was an admirer of the Colonel of the 
 Rough Riders and believed that the Hamilton Club 
 could not be true to itself unless it accented its 
 belief in the high political ideals for which the 
 Colonel stands. 
 
 One of his ambitions was to leave the Club free 
 from debt when he should go out of office. It is well 
 known that this ambition was gratified, but the means 
 of its accomplishment were a tribute to his foresight 
 and ingenuity. 
 
 During his term as president, he had been thrown 
 into such favorable association with all the active 
 members of his party that, at its conclusion, his 
 appointment as a member of the Board of Election 
 Commissioners was but natural, and probably no 
 appointment has ever been made in the county which 
 was so unanimously considered as deserved and 
 appropriate. His subsequent election as president of 
 the Board would have been expected by anyone 
 familiar with his career.
 
 He was a member of the Plymouth Congregational 
 Church, and, in addition to the connections already 
 mentioned, was a Mason, a Knight of Pythias, a 
 member of the Chicago Bar Association and the Law 
 Club, the Union League and Marquette Clubs, the 
 Chicago Athletic Association, the North American 
 Union, the Royal League and the National Union. 
 
 In the World's Fair year he married Miss Alta 
 Virginia Houston, of Cincinnati. With her and their 
 boy, Arthur Houston Cody, he looked forward to a 
 happy life and an honorable career. But this perfect 
 promise was not to be fulfilled. On November 7, 1899, 
 after all had been done for him that science could 
 suggest he bade good-bye to life, and a few days 
 later was laid to rest in his early home, leaving a 
 name and an influence which this volume, issued by 
 the Club he loved and honored, is intended to 
 perpetuate.
 
 riDemorial 
 
 "We, the members of the Hamilton Club, of Chi- 
 cago, present in special meeting, desire, at this time 
 to pay a kindly tribute to the memory of Hope Reed 
 Cody, distinguished as our brilliant young leader and 
 dear to us as a friend — tried, true, unselfish, devoted. 
 
 "We miss his genial presence. We are no longer 
 cheered by the glow of his warm heart. We are forced 
 to forego the loving grasp of his manly hand. We 
 are deprived of the influence of his matchless spirit. 
 We shall be denied from day to day the example of 
 his beautiful home life and his devotion to his family 
 and friends. We deeply mourn his loss, and are 
 loath to be reconciled to the early withering of our 
 choicest flower of promise. 
 
 "But, even in this moment of our grief, we rejoice 
 in his career. Wherever known, it will be a perennial 
 inspiration to earnest young men who are willing to 
 serve their country in times of peace, teaching them 
 that there is a special place in public life reserved for 
 them under the banner of patriotism, of integrity and 
 of high purpose. 
 
 "The Secretary of the Club is instructed to have 
 prepared copies of this memorial, and to place the 
 same in the hands of the wife and parents so tenderly 
 loved by our departed companion, in acknowledgment 
 of the great debt this organization owes to his per- 
 sistent zeal, in token of his worth, and in special 
 remembrance of our admiration and our love." 
 
 Adopted November 8, 1899.
 
 '"flf anp ot tbe fellows ot tbe 
 iDamtlton Club asf? about me, tell 
 tbem tbat— wbatever 1i ma^ bav>e 
 sal& or ^onc to maMe tbem tbink 
 otbenvise in tbe &aps wben 11 was 
 llnina up wttb tbem— If want tbem 
 to hnow tbat m^ fattb bas always 
 been in tbe religion ot tbe XorO 
 Jesus Cbrist."
 
 Ibopc TRce^ (I0&15 ie &ea£>, and to*morrow be 
 will be lalO awas in tbe little graveyard on tbe 
 bill at maperville. t>c was a victim of tbe 
 times— a sacrifice to all worft anD no plai?. Bs 
 a *'goo& fellow" in tbe bigbest anO broadest 
 use of tbe term Ibope IReeD Co&s will be re* 
 membereD bs tbose wbo knew bim best, fljis 
 cscutcbeon is witbout a blemisb. tbe liveb 
 tbe clean, useful, burrieO life of a Cbristian 
 american gentleman and burneb out before 
 reacbing tbe age of tbirtg. 
 
 —Sails Dews CMtorial, 'november 8, t890.
 
 jfuneral Servtcee 
 
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 P^moutb Cburcb, Chicago 
 
 Hovcmbet 9, 1899
 
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 The past reappears before us to-day like a clouded 
 vision. But the clouds are touched with gold, and 
 we are standing in the presence of a reality so 
 bright, so impressive and so inspiring, that we lift 
 our eyes, full of tears, and thank God for the day 
 and the hour in which we live. Character is the 
 true solvent and resolvent. The whole sky of our 
 lives is changed. We here believe in the immeasura- 
 ble life. There are horizons that we have never seen 
 before, in front of us, and there are deep feelings 
 within these bosoms that we must not try to express. 
 
 We are looking upon an event and fact in our 
 
 life that seems now at first so fading and evanescent 
 
 in its last glories that we would weep; then it appears 
 
 so real and sublime in its newly won splendors that 
 
 we would rejoice. We feel like singing a farewell to 
 
 him as he goes from us, and as that form which 
 
 saluted us passes from our sight, then we feel like 
 
 singing a welcome to him as he comes back to us in 
 
 his immortal influence. 
 
 " Thou wert the morning star among the living, 
 Ere thy fair light had fled — 
 Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus giving 
 New splendor to the dead."
 
 In such a life as this which we are gathered together 
 to commemorate, and in commemorating to honor 
 our common humanity, the revelation is made of that 
 new radiance which falls on both death and life, and 
 makes us the more content and proud to live in a 
 universe where God brings forth through humanity 
 achievements like his, and where God inspires by our 
 fellow-men such visions of better days as we behold 
 in glimpses at this grave. 
 
 We are back again at the little town in Illinois, 
 where an elegy in the country churchyard might have 
 been sung to this boy's listening ears. We are with 
 the fond parents as they see in their child's first 
 mental movements the result of ages of noble ances- 
 try, and we know that this little boy of Naperville 
 had in himself, to begin with, an inherited sympathy 
 with the powers that have conquered wrong and have 
 builded palaces of right upon the wreck of despotism. 
 We feel that if God's Providence, which we some- 
 times carelessly call only Providence, shall have its 
 way, the treasures of this boy's ancestry shall make 
 the world richer. They called him Hope. And now 
 we take to our hearts Tennyson's words in the 
 "Lover's Tale" — 
 
 " They said that Love would die when Hope was gone, 
 And Love mourned long and sorrows after Hope; 
 At last she sought out Memory and they trod 
 The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope, 
 And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears."
 
 It may be that in the radiant eye of babyhood 
 there was something of the light that never was on 
 sea or land, and there burned in infancy on the altar 
 of his heart the fire that always made us believe in 
 ourselves and in God and in the future. There was 
 no other name that might have been fitly attached to 
 this boy's babyhood and to this baby's manhood but the 
 word " Hope." He saw the promise of the distances 
 in the intellectual and spiritual life and he claimed 
 them with all the mastery of a supreme faith whose 
 attendant angel was always Hope. He looked west- 
 ward and mapped the empires of the soul called 
 opportunities. He was wistfully aware of the large 
 achievements and possibilities of his country. He 
 beheld Providence creating new daytimes of science 
 and art, and so he lived constantly worthy of the 
 name they gave him when the baby smiled upon the 
 lap of love — Hope. He shall always be Hope to us. 
 As he shall reside in the distances as well as when 
 we see him go out amidst the shadows, his name is 
 Hope. Behold the shadows are transformed by the 
 light, and we have our Hope. 
 
 Such an event, my friends, in the history of 
 human thought; such a fact in the world of fancies; 
 such a reality in the midst of unreality; such a man — 
 how he inspires hope! We know that a God who 
 operates by a divine economy will not lose him. We 
 know that the universe, through which nothing right- 
 
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 eous has ever fallen into darkness, shall not permit 
 him to go astray. We know that if God keeps his 
 throne in the heavens and if right rules upon the 
 earth, and if goodness and justice triumph anywhere, 
 our Hope is secure. We know that such a fact in 
 the equation of time witnesses the presence of eter- 
 nity, and that immortality is as sure as the hour in 
 which we live here together. 
 
 We see him the playmate of boys and girls who 
 love him. The love story of his career began in his 
 babyhood — continued through his boyhood, and it 
 was a love tale to the very end, for the characteristic 
 of this boy's whole spiritual and intellectual life may 
 be described when we pronounce that one word 
 which is called God — love. We came to understand 
 something of the brilliancy of his eager mind as we 
 stood in his early radiance and knew its light. 
 We were charmed by the subtleness of his intellect, 
 the ardor of his soul. We knew that sometimes even 
 in the early days in which we traveled with him here 
 below he intimated a greatness which is of love and 
 friendship alone. We knew he was a great young man. 
 But, ah ! fellow travelers, we knew something else — 
 we knew that to be good is greater than to be great. 
 We knew that the capacity to receive human love 
 and the power to inspire human love were the divine 
 qualities with which this man's life was clad in an 
 omnipotent glow and beauty. He always wished for 
 
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 love. He was poor without love. No more pathetic 
 cry ever went out to any man's life — to my life and 
 yours — than the cry of this dauntless soul for love. 
 Always through your associations with him in politics 
 3-ou found that his life was woven of one long thread — 
 according to one gracious pattern, for he was always 
 asking you to give what he begged for at home and 
 what he asked for in childhood, and for what he gave 
 to everybody — love, love. 
 
 You and I shall remember him with consummate 
 wisdom allied with transcendent youthfulness of mind, 
 handling some of the problems with which our local 
 and national politics have become involved. We 
 shall recollect him in this church — the youth upon 
 whose forehead faith sat, walking forth in the dawn, 
 all the dew-falls sparkling over the planet upon which 
 he lived, with some of the mild stars still shining. 
 We will remember him as the leader of our boys and 
 girls, the inspirer of every noble characteristic, giving 
 a banner to the hearts of our young people as he 
 led them, but most of all we will remember him in 
 his sway over our hearts, one of the most lovable 
 of human beings — most loving — and shall I not say 
 the most loved? 
 
 We follow him still further on, out of this 
 association of sweet acquaintance and profound 
 friendship, into the severe tasks of life, as his 
 responsibilities came upon him. It is always hard 
 
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 for the man of real genius to keep from being a boy. 
 It is a characteristic of the finest quality of man that 
 his boyhood lasts even into his old age. Whenever 
 the ripple of a boy's laughter dies away and the song 
 of a boy's heart grows less musical, and the vision 
 of a boy's brain fades out into the darkness, when 
 the playfulness of the soul has gone, then hope has 
 died and the intellect has already passed into the 
 portal of its sepulcher. Here was this boy to the 
 last, and the problem of his career at the first was 
 not to get over his boyhood, but to transfer all its 
 imagination and enthusiasm, all its ardor and its 
 hopes, all its courage and its ability into the task 
 and the achievements of life. He met this problem 
 in a deep hour of experience. 
 
 Plymouth Church is the spot — yea the temple in 
 which this boy walked out of boyhood and youth — 
 carried all their treasures with him into manhood. 
 Can I ever look upon this altar and forget that 
 smiling day when, before the wine and bread which 
 symbolized his crucified Lord, he gave his hand to 
 me, his heart to this church, as he had given his 
 soul in childhood to his Redeemer and his Lord ? 
 Shall we ever forget how, by the charm of his 
 youth, the beauty of his life, the capacities and forces 
 of his intellect, he marshaled our young people until 
 they were a veritable host of the Almighty, a Gideon's 
 band, and how, on the South side of this city, this 
 
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 young man passed, as Sunday school teacher and 
 president of the Christian Endeavor Societies, into 
 the full manhood of his Christian love ? This church 
 is more sacred to me because in this room, where 
 my own best life has been spent, he also spent his 
 young life with mine, and yonder study, where he sat 
 planning for the larger influence of the Kingdom of 
 God, is the study in which he put his hand in mine 
 and said : "There are larger tasks for me to do, and 
 I shall do them as a man." It was on a night which 
 we had passed, both engaged in the study of the 
 career of William Ewart Gladstone. Here was a 
 young man who had already found himself in some- 
 what the same situation with regard to a political 
 career, as that which once confronted the greatest 
 man England has had since the days of Oliver 
 Cromwell. He saw behind him the associations of a 
 party to which for many years his ancestors had 
 belonged. He saw in front of him the immeasurable 
 opportunities of the republic — and he said, as Glad- 
 stone had said in England: "I will follow the light 
 of my conscience whithersoever it leads." Before him 
 he saw what men — profane men — speak of as the dirt 
 and slime of politics. No man with concentrated 
 reason ever saw the problems of statesmanship in 
 such light — or, rather, let me say — in such darkness — 
 as such words would indicate. The slime and dirt of 
 politics were entered by the prophet Isaiah in Jerusa-
 
 lem — the slime and dirt of politics were touched by 
 the dissolving hand of Moses in the history of 
 Israel. The slime and dirt of politics are never foul 
 until a man's spirit is lower than the problem which 
 God has set for man to work out in politics. He 
 looked upon the shining figure of Gladstone, who was 
 then vanishing from our world, and when he left me 
 that night he said : " All that is in me shall be 
 devoted with the same enthusiasm with which I have 
 been president of the Christian Endeavor Society, to 
 prove that a man consecrated to Jesus Christ can 
 live, labor and triumph in politics." 
 
 Oh ! young men of Chicago — young men of this 
 nation — I place before you that picture made for me 
 on that evening — the retiring old statesman of Eng- 
 land — the prophet of that better England which shall 
 come bye and bye — the setting of that glorious person- 
 ality whose light filled our American eyes with so 
 much of beauty and of power, and this young Ameri- 
 can coming forward ready to give his life, if need be, 
 and always his service, for the better state and the 
 nobler commonwealth. The bells of the common- 
 wealth ought to toll to-day — the deep-voiced music of 
 the bell in our highest tower ought to sound to-day. 
 Then it ought to ring gladness that such young men 
 as these are willing to give themselves with all broad 
 philanthropy, with all ardent service, with all clear 
 intellectual equipment and persuasion to the task of
 
 giving us an American worthy of ancient ideals — 
 worthy of all our modern desires and anticipations. 
 As I stand here to-day and remember these scenes 
 in the history of our loved one, I cannot help feeling 
 that many other comparisons which leap to my lips 
 are worthy of expression and worthy of your thought. 
 But our grief is too great for elaborate portraiture. 
 Together he and I read "In Memoriam" on two 
 or three evenings in the first winter of his presence 
 among us and of his residence in the city ; and 
 as I think to-day of Arthur Henry Hallam, that 
 bright particular star which shone for a little time 
 with infinite promise over English literature and 
 English politics, the young man who fascinated the 
 genius of Tennyson and exercised a spell over Glad- 
 stone, when all were in their youth — as I think of 
 Arthur Henry Hallam passing out into the regions 
 whence he came, clothed with that splendor which 
 belongs only to a devoted and hopeful life, 1 seem to 
 see our friend, Hope Reed Cody, standing, perhaps 
 not by his side in realms of genius — nor near to him 
 perhaps, because of the accomplishments of his pen, 
 but standing close by him by virtue of sympathy 
 of heart and soul. Both lived for the vast dream to 
 make our world the recipient of the city of God that 
 Cometh down out of heaven from God. Yet our 
 friend was more like Harry Vane the younger, the 
 knightly pilgrim who, when he still stood at the edge
 
 of his career, at twenty-four, became the governor of 
 Massachusetts. Young men of this country, are there 
 to be no successors to that indomitable Puritan, Harry 
 Vane, who in Massachusetts taught republicanism and 
 democracy to a colony of England ? Just as yonder 
 to Geneva, when freed from the university, this young 
 man of England went to learn republicanism, so into 
 associations foreign to the history of his family, 
 foreign perhaps to his earlier purposes, our young 
 republican went and came back to his people to take 
 hold of the problems of our civilization with strong 
 and steady hand. 
 
 But more like Alexander Hamilton than like any 
 of the statesmen who have influenced our American 
 thought and purpose he takes his place in our mind 
 this morning. It was a singular incident of charming 
 propriety that he should be the president of the 
 Hamilton Club. We are back again in the midst of 
 the Revolution. Washington and the rest are con- 
 fronting some of the problems that distress the mind 
 of the commonwealth to-day, and there rises before 
 us young Alexander Hamilton at twenty-nine years of 
 age standing between the great Congress of 1782 and 
 the constitutional convention of 1787. At that very age 
 Hope Reed Cody was president of the Hamilton Club. 
 In the very hour of his life in which Alexander 
 Hamilton believed in an Americanism constituted of 
 American ideas, influenced by American culture, true
 
 to American ideals, our young man stood with all the 
 pressure of his new cares upon him, true to his 
 country and true to his God. Do you tell me that 
 Alexander Hamilton was marvelous in finding such 
 financial resources as might guarantee the movement 
 with which his mind and his heart were associated ? 
 I turn to the history of the Hamilton Club. I 
 remember the year in which this young man took 
 hold of the helm, and I remember Daniel Webster's 
 words with reference to Alexander Hamilton: 
 
 "He smote the rock of our national resources and abundant 
 streams of revenue gushed forth. He touched the dead corpse of 
 public credit and it sprang upon its feet." 
 
 Did not our young Hamilton, with your Club, 
 accomplish this ? And as we abide here for a 
 moment, looking out upon the immeasurable future, 
 can we doubt that God has work for such a man to do ? 
 
 Looking at death as a beneficent experience, 
 Victor Hugo said: " I shall go to work again next 
 morning." He knew that the night-time that we call 
 death is the thinnest of curtains, and that all the 
 instrumentalities and cultures and powers that have 
 been developed here are to be his who has been true 
 to them here, and that the}' will be useful energies 
 in the everlasting summer to which you and I are 
 going. "I will begin my work next day." There are 
 policies in this universe larger than those of America. 
 There are enterprises that may reach round and round
 
 the constellations and the stars. All we know is that 
 this boy was such a boy in his home, such a husband 
 in his family, such a father to his boy, such a 
 brother to those who will not know how to live 
 without him, such a Christian in the midst of the 
 associations of his church, such a patriot upon broad 
 principles of justice and truth, that God can have no 
 task in all heaven upon which Hope Reed Cody may 
 not have entered helpfully the moment after his life 
 went out here. 
 
 "Good bye," said the mother — "good bye," as 
 she left him yonder just before the surgeon's knife 
 was to be applied for the rescue of his life — "good 
 bye!" "No," said Hope, "not good bye, but good 
 night." So we say to-day. The time is short. We 
 shall meet in the morning, and he will say to us 
 then, not "Good bye," and not "Good night," but 
 "Good morning."
 
 address 
 
 3u^9e ®rrtn 1Fl» Carter 
 
 This is the saddest public duty of my life. Noth- 
 ing but the dying request of our friend could cause 
 me even to attempt to talk to-day. In death, as in 
 life, his wonderful personality influences and guides 
 us. Standing in the presence of those who loved 
 him, who remember his winning ways, who have felt 
 the charm of his leadership, who knew him as he 
 was, I realize how pitiably weak mere words are to 
 pay a fitting tribute to his memory or to express the 
 deep sense of our personal loss. 
 
 Young in years, he had accomplished more in his 
 short life than many who live three score years and 
 ten. His life may well stand as an example of the 
 truth of these words: 
 
 "We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; 
 In feelings, not in figures on a dial. 
 We count time by heart throbs. He most lives 
 Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best, 
 And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest." 
 
 Associated with the brightest minds of our city, in 
 the keenest competition of our modern civilization, in
 
 everything that he undertook, young and old, alike, 
 gladly accepted him without protest or jealousy as 
 their chosen leader. If the young men of our time 
 could feel the responsibility of civic duties, even in a 
 small measure, as did Hope Reed Cody, the future 
 of our country would be secure. His influence will 
 ever stand for purity of life and nobleness of purpose. 
 
 Last January a delegation of the Hamilton Club, 
 under his leadership, attended the inauguration of 
 Governor Roosevelt at Albany. At the close of those 
 ceremonies, in reply to a speech of presentation by 
 Mr. Cody in the executive chamber, Governor Roose- 
 velt said to us: "Young men, in the future, as in the 
 past, have high ideals but not too high. Be practi- 
 cal." That thought must have been inspired in the 
 mind of Governor Roosevelt by the life and work of 
 Hope Reed Cody, his intimate friend. For, of all the 
 men that I have ever known, not excepting Governor 
 Roosevelt himself, this man possessed in the most 
 marked degree the loftiest ideals, combined with the 
 most practical common sense to make those ideals 
 living realities. 
 
 During the past year I have been brought into 
 intimate and almost daily association with him in his 
 capacity of President of the Board of Election Com- 
 missioners. He administered the duties of that office, 
 one of the most difficult and trying in this great city, 
 with such marvelous tact and with such uprightness 
 
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 that he compelled the admiration and respect of 
 friend and political opponent, alike. There, as in 
 all other positions, he demonstrated his remarkable 
 executive ability. He never made a mistake in judg- 
 ing men or their motives. When he made up his 
 mind that a thing was right and ought to be done 
 I never met his superior in persuading men to accept 
 his views. No disappointment could discourage him 
 — no obstacle thwart him. What might be an insur- 
 mountable barrier to another he transformed into a 
 means to obtain the desired end. He knew no such 
 word as defeat. He was equal to every occasion. 
 
 But to-day our sense of personal loss overshadows 
 all things else. Now, if never before, we must 
 believe. 
 
 " There is no death! What seems so is transition; 
 This life of mortal breath 
 Is but the suburb of the life elysian, 
 Whose portal we call Death." 
 
 Friend, comrade, brother, you were the bravest, 
 tenderest, manliest man of us all. Your memory will 
 remain with us always as an inspiration and a 
 blessing.
 
 Ibon. 3ame0 "K. flDann 
 
 How can I speak ? Nothing but his personal 
 request could induce me to try. I loved him so. 
 The tendrils of his heart had fastened themselves so 
 tightly to mine that his departure leaves my soul 
 bruised and bleeding. 
 
 What a sweet sunshine he brought into a room or 
 a company ! How tender he always was of the feel- 
 ings of others! Though he engaged in many animated 
 contests, he never, by word or act, brought inten- 
 tional pain to any one. 
 
 We were all so proud of him! Younger than 
 most of us, we were glad to look upon him as a 
 leader and to follow him without envy. He had a 
 daring of undertaking which sometimes appalled his 
 friends, but the dash and celerity of his execution 
 filled their hearts with comfort and with pride. And 
 whether in going after Governor Roosevelt in the camp 
 of the Rough Riders at Montauk; introducing Chauncey 
 M. Depew before the brilliant audience in the Audi- 
 torium ; presiding over an ordinary meeting of a 
 society or club; arranging the particulars for a dinner 
 or a caucus ; meeting his neighbors and friends on 
 
 eg
 
 the street or at home; attending social, political, 
 religious or club gatherings ; hearing contests as 
 President of the Election Commissioners ; dealing 
 with clients; planning the arrangements which we are 
 now carrying out ; or deciding upon the surgical 
 operation, the result of which he expected, he was 
 always the same brilliant-minded, quickly-thinking, 
 brave, cool, collected, sweet-tempered, tenderly-loving 
 genius, whom no emergency could disconcert. 
 
 I regarded him as the most brilliant young man 
 who ever lived in Chicago. He was a born leader of 
 men and he was a faithful follower of his friends. 
 
 We were such close neighbors that I know better 
 than most of you how he idolized his boy and 
 worshiped his wife, and what a veneration of love he 
 entertained for his father, mother, sisters and brothers. 
 
 We cannot bring him back. His body we lay 
 tenderly away. His soul, too great to be kept here 
 longer, has returned to its Maker. But the spirit of 
 his leadership and the tender love and thoughtful 
 kindness, and the memory of what he was in the 
 world and what he was to us, who knew and loved 
 him, remain. Any of us may be justly proud if we 
 can leave behind at the age of sixty the record which 
 he had made at twenty-nine. 
 
 But I cannot speak longer ; my heart is too deeply 
 wounded. 1 loved him as a father loves a son, and 
 I respected him as a son respects a father.
 
 SDOrcga at tbe 6rax>e 
 
 3u^ae ®rrtn 1R. Carter 
 
 Friends of Our Friend: On this beautiful autumn 
 day, with God's sunshine all about us, we have 
 brought you our dead, to lay him to rest in his old 
 home. He went out from you a boy; he comes back 
 a man, with all life's "honors thick upon him." Of 
 all the best and bravest that you have sent from your 
 midst to help make our city great, this man was 
 easily chief. His was the rarest combination of heart 
 and brain that I have ever known. In whatever 
 position, or with whatever surroundings he was 
 placed, he was the leader. He possessed a marvel- 
 ous faculty of influencing and moulding men. He so 
 wound himself into their confidence and affection that 
 he could do with them as he would. 
 
 On such an occasion as this how insignificant 
 appear mere earthly things. Too frequently during 
 our struggles for wealth and power 
 
 " Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking," 
 
 Forgetting that 
 
 " Tis Heaven alone that is given away, 
 'Tis only God may be had for the asking."
 
 Young as he was, judged by this highest and best 
 standard, his Hfe was ft^Uy rounded and complete. 
 The closed doors of your business houses, this out- 
 pouring of people, testify the esteem in which he is 
 held in his boyhood home. Never before has the 
 city of his adoption been so stirred by the death of 
 any young man. Scores feel that they have lost their 
 best friend. He was not only their friend, but their 
 ideal. When we remember what this man was to us 
 we cry out: "We cannot give him up." We will not 
 give him up. His memory will ever remain with us 
 a cherished heritage to inspire us to better deeds. 
 It must be in taking him God has some greater work 
 for him to do. Those nearest and dearest to him, 
 to-day in the midst of your great grief, must remem- 
 ber, as he would have you, the divine teaching of 
 the Psalmist of old: " The Lord is my Shepherd * * * 
 Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of 
 death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me." 
 
 This afternoon on this beautiful hillside we lay 
 away in " God's acre " the earthly remains of our 
 friend, but his spirit is now in the sunlight of the 
 eternal morning. Brother, son, father, husband, fare- 
 well until the to-morrow.
 
 In /Remorlam 
 
 Dr, IRorman Bri^ae 
 
 The career of Hope Reed Cody was unique among 
 men. It was shorter than the full span of a genera- 
 tion; yet in his contact with the world and in the 
 influence he had acquired over all classes of men, and 
 chiefly the best, it was phenomenal. 
 
 Young men gathered about him instinctively; they 
 loved and honored him and would follow where he led. 
 Middle-aged men caressed him in affectionate admi- 
 ration. They had a comradeship with him that was 
 confidential and natural, like child-loving men with 
 normal boys. He had easily traveled the road they 
 earlier found hard, and accomplished with little effort 
 the tasks they had done with severe struggles, if they 
 had done them at all. They admired him for it, and 
 found it easy to admire because he was apparently 
 free from consciousness of superiority and from any 
 taint of conceit. A mixture of frankness, a keen 
 interest in others and a subordination and control of 
 self, added to his great intellectual endowments, gave 
 him an element of magnetism that was nearly irre- 
 sistible. What lifted him most was a method of
 
 candor, an element of personal and public honesty, 
 and ideals that were all high. These gifts, too, dis- 
 armed criticism and made his competitors grow to be 
 his friends and to be in the end among his sincerest 
 mourners. 
 
 Since his death those who knew him have come 
 to tell the beautiful things they remember of his 
 personality and life; and it is all as gentle as the 
 touch of velvet and has the fragrance of the flowers 
 they placed on his casket. The best wreath of all has 
 been their increasing warmth of friendship to each 
 ot;her and their tacit new pledge of loyalty to the 
 ideals that always actuated him. 
 
 Men who knew him familiarly have thought they 
 had fathomed all the depth of his nature ; that they 
 had known him under circumstances likely to test a 
 man, but most of them had only seen him in the 
 normal conditions of life, in the peace of smooth seas 
 and without mortal dangers directly ahead of him. It 
 was left to the few who had the pathetic fortune to 
 see him confronted with death, to discover a superi- 
 ority of nature and a grandeur of soul that made 
 them feel as if their own feet had been for a brief 
 period lifted from the earth, and that they had indeed 
 been in company with one of the angels. 
 
 Warned that he might have but a few hours to 
 live, and that not more than one hour remained for 
 any arrangements he might wish to make, he set
 
 about the task with the same care and economy 
 of words with which he would have gone about a 
 day's work. No time must be lost ; he had much to 
 say and he would hasten. He was probably soon to 
 depart on a journey and there was no time for 
 leisurely visiting. He would say what was necessarjt 
 for his family and friends and for the record of his 
 life, and he would not waste words. 
 
 To his wife he gave tender and terse words of 
 counsel ; to his little boy words that burned into his 
 soul, never to be effaced, and left him wondering at 
 the meaning of his gestures of agony at parting from 
 him. 
 
 With the sister nearest him in age, with whom he 
 had grown up and matured in a twinship of thought 
 and fellowship, he was carried back in love and 
 memory to the aspirations and trials of his boyhood 
 and youth and the fruitions of his manhood. He 
 crowded into minutes the expanding years of his life- 
 time. And the sweep of it all he condensed into the 
 words which they only could fully understand : 
 "Whatever may come you and I know." 
 
 To his partner-brother he spoke as a faithful and 
 God-loving man would : about his business, the 
 arrangement of his estate; the ordering of his funeral; 
 how it should be conducted and who should preach 
 and speak and sing, and even what the music should be. 
 
 Later, his messages to his parents and other
 
 members of his family and to his friends, were such 
 as a grand man might give. They left all who 
 received them with a larger estimate of his character 
 and with more courage for their own lives. 
 
 No stoic would have been calmer; no rhapsody of 
 saintship could have made a man more tranquil. He 
 had no fear or trepidation about the journey before 
 him, and his friends should know that he had none. 
 The memory of no heat of discussion or campaigning 
 should make equivocal the fact that he always had 
 believed in the Lord Jesus Christ, and to that end his 
 declarations were positive and explicit. 
 
 After his final messages were all uttered a gentle 
 restfulness and peace came over him. Later he 
 dropped into a half-slumber, from which he awoke to 
 fall back into it again and again, and talked dis- 
 jointedly in both realms — as the brain will work in 
 its automatism of half-consciousness, unhindered by 
 the will. Then came little wafts of delirium, such as 
 often reveal a new side of a man. But there was no 
 new side to be revealed here save a fairer side than 
 had been known in his normal life. For no one that 
 loved him but would have been glad to see every 
 utterance of his, through that struggle, cast into 
 everlasting bronze, and have been proud of the record. 
 
 He showed in a sublime way how a great soul 
 can approach and cross the river. His spirit seemed 
 to cross over before his poor body reached the brink. 
 
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 The Benjamin of his flock ; heir of all the best of 
 his blessed parents; boy of precocious power; beauti- 
 ful and boyish youth; youthful man; statesman and 
 the hope and promise of statesmanship; beloved and 
 applauded by an army of friends and by strangers 
 touched by his triumphs; fit material to be spoiled by 
 adulation and success, yet unspoiled through it all — 
 he has left a record so clean, so finished and so lofty, 
 as to challenge the admiration of women, the emula- 
 tion of all boys, and the ambition of good men 
 everywhere. 
 
 Such a life cannot really die out of the world, and 
 in his going the influence of this matchless man has 
 been felt in the spirit and motives of those who knew 
 him. A beautiful perfume once perceived is never 
 forgotten; no chord of sublime harmony ever leaves a 
 music-lover exactly as it found him — he is changed a 
 little by it and always exalted. And a human soul 
 that touches men for higher things is not only not 
 lost to the world, but through those who are helped 
 it touches others, often unto many generations of 
 beneficent influence. 
 
 So Hope Cody is a living influence in the world, 
 and will continue to be, in a lesson the vital meaning 
 of which is: "As I have loved you, so love you one 
 another." 
 
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 flDemorial Scrvicee 
 
 at 
 
 Uhc IDamilton Club 
 
 of Cblcaoo 
 
 "Wovember 19, \899 
 
 39
 
 The Rev. Dr. Haynes 
 
 George W. Miller 
 Fred A. Bangs 
 
 Erasmus C. Lindley 
 
 Robert H. Wiles 
 
 Martin B. Madden 
 James R. Mann Rush C. Butler 
 
 Christian C. Kohlsaat 
 
 Patrick H. O'Donnell 
 John H. Batten 
 
 Roger Sherman 
 
 Edwin A. Munger 
 Robert McMurdy Albert C. Barnes 
 
 John C. Everett 
 
 David S. Geer 
 
 William R. Payne 
 
 Alexander H. Revell 
 Arthur Dixon 
 Abner C. Fish Conrad J. Gundlach 
 
 George W. Dixon 
 
 Edward P. Barry 
 HoYT King 
 
 Warwick A. Shaw 
 
 Gideon E. Newman 
 
 Albert E. Crowley 
 
 John B. Porter 
 
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 prater bs 
 
 Zbc IRev. Dr, Iba^nee 
 
 Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling-place in ail 
 generations, before the mountains were brought forth, 
 or ever Thou hadst formed the earth and the world ; 
 even from everlasting to everlasting, Thou art God. 
 Thy throne, O Lord, is forever and forever; the sceptre 
 of Thy kingdom is a right sceptre. Thou lovest 
 righteousness ; Thou hatest iniquity. Goodness and 
 honor and majesty clothe Thee about ; strength and 
 beauty are in Thy sanctuary. 
 
 We thank Thee, O God, for the privilege of asso- 
 ciating together in this memorial of love. We thank 
 Thee for this life that Thou didst give unto the world 
 —unto those who knew and loved him ; unto those 
 who were associated with him in business; unto those 
 who knew him in the home, who knew him in the 
 church; unto those who knew him not, but felt indi- 
 rectly the influence of his thought and the activity of 
 his life. 
 
 Oh God, we thank Thee for all the private and 
 personal relationships of that life. We pray that 
 Thou wilt help those who knew him in these per-
 
 sonal associations, so to cherish his memory, that it 
 may prove to them a benediction of all that is fine 
 and true and tender. We thank Thee that Thou 
 hast given this life unto this city, unto this common- 
 wealth. We thank Thee for all that was inspiring in 
 his example of civil duty. We thank Thee, that 
 though the body of this friend has been taken from 
 us, his spirit remains to consecrate unto our good 
 all that was strong and beautiful in his life. May 
 the ministry of that life, of its memory, create such 
 an ideal of lofty Americanism that the young men 
 who have been associated with him may be inspired 
 to larger and nobler activity. Give unto our commu- 
 nity and commonwealth leaders who fear God, and 
 strive to work righteousness among the people. To 
 this end may Thy benediction rest upon this Club, 
 upon those who have known and felt this man's rare 
 power. Wilt Thou help them to realize that he has 
 left them a priceless legacy, a legacy of love and 
 personality and brilliant leadership, and may his 
 memory never depart from this place, but may he be 
 an inspiration, a source of strength and encourage- 
 ment unto those who work here for the great good 
 of our city and state. 
 
 Bless us in this memorial service to-day. May 
 the power and beauty of this life be richly inter- 
 preted unto us by those who shall speak, and may 
 we go forth from this place with a larger apprecia-
 
 tion of the manly virtues that shone out through his 
 life. Help us in this great city which he loved, to 
 work out the divine plan of God. Let the benedic- 
 tion of his presence be over us and lead us by Thy 
 Spirit, now and evermore. Amen. 
 
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 Ibon. (Beorge M. flDtller 
 
 pre^i^ent of tbe Club 
 
 A meeting like this, in whosesoever memory 
 called, brings us together with saddened hearts; but 
 saddened hearts little express our feelings to-day. 
 Hope Reed Cody is dead. He slumbers in yonder 
 churchyard where his sleep is undisturbed. He rests 
 with his manly face turned to the sky of heaven, and 
 when called for the resurrection he will step forth 
 with his face to the rising sun. No more, save in 
 memory', will we feel the grasp of his warm hand and 
 through it the throbbings of his still warmer heart; 
 nor ever again will his face throw sunlight over 
 those who gather here to work out the destiny of 
 the Club he loved. But though the hand, the face, 
 the form, the voice are gone forever, oh, sweet mem- 
 ory of them still abide with us, and like a star of 
 hope to the mariner on an angry sea, guide us, oh 
 guide us to the end! 
 
 This is my first opportunity since the death of our 
 friend, publicly to add a flower to the wreaths which 
 have been builded by those who knew him and who 
 loved him; but, though I was absent from you as you
 
 stood by his bier, or by the open grave, you who 
 knew the tie of affection between us knew that I was 
 mourning with you. 
 
 In the vigor of his young manhood, with the 
 sunlight of promise just rising for him, he died; but 
 though his years were not many, he had lived them 
 to a purpose, for are we not here this afternoon with 
 aching hearts, and do not the mourners go about the 
 streets, and has it not been said of him that in his 
 untimely death the state has lost a noble citizen? 
 
 My friends, life is sweet and worth the living. 
 Its possibilities cannot be measured nor foretold. 
 The voice of humanity cries for noble men, and he 
 has reared for himself an enduring monument who 
 has so lived that he can die in the springtime of life 
 and leave a state in mourning.
 
 Ifreb H. Banas 
 
 "Praising what is lost makes the remembrance 
 dear." 
 
 Hope Reed Cody was with us and of us; his 
 life, his energy, his ability and his benign presence 
 are all ours. 
 
 His name, when uttered to us who knew him 
 well, speaks no equivocal language. It brings to our 
 imagination the real presence of our fallen comrade. 
 He stands before us invested with the grace of youth 
 and full of the courage and geniality of an unusually 
 developed young manhood. When we realize what 
 he really was and think of him as in life, the door 
 seems to swing and he steps into the room radiant 
 with all those personal qualities which to all who 
 knew him were ever present with him in life. 
 
 He was the embodiment of personal sunshine and 
 hope. It has been said that he had no enemies. He 
 certainly had a host of friends. His friendships were 
 spontaneously engendered and utterly sincere. 
 
 The Hamilton Club bears indelible indication of 
 his labors and influence in its behalf. His efforts for 
 the Club had almost magic result. To its interests 
 
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 he devoted that cheerful, generous and efficient faith 
 and spirit which ever characterized all his activity. 
 
 It is said that there is no death for a word once 
 spoken and that all our deeds are immortal; that 
 nature herself is an infinite negative whereon are 
 accurately and permanently impressed all our acts, 
 doings and motives, and that this record becomes a 
 heritage to each succeeding generation. The earthly 
 record of him whom we to-day commemorate is 
 closed by death. His life, his characteristics are now 
 a part of our heritage. His life was largely symmet- 
 rical and sublime and is classed among those lives 
 which remind us that "We may make our lives 
 sublime." 
 
 While, to our limited vision, his death may appear 
 untimely and inopportune, yet to Him who sees the 
 end from the beginning such death was doubtless the 
 occasion for his translation to higher and more im- 
 portant trusts. Nevertheless, his end coming almost 
 at life's threshold, when all his powers and aspirations 
 were fresh and vigorous, we are impelled to mourn 
 his loss and to speak kindly and appreciatingly of him. 
 
 Few men of his age have been called by death to 
 surrender more ardent hopes and brilliant prospects. 
 
 The fortitude and manly courage that have here- 
 tofore been his charming personal characteristics in 
 life, did not fail or desert him in the presence of the 
 grim King of Terrors. On the contrary, he made
 
 with calm composure detailed plans for his own 
 funeral, telling his family and friends, in spirit if not 
 in the language of John Quincy Adams, under similar 
 circumstances, "This is the last of earth — I am 
 content." And then he wrapped the drapery of his 
 couch about him and lay down to pleasant dreams. 
 
 He was thus in the repose of a great soul while 
 he lived, and was enfolded in and by the sublime 
 repose while descending the Dark Valley. 
 
 He awaited the muffled oar beside the silent sea, 
 without fear, and was carried in buoyant hope to 
 that "house not made with hands," where he will 
 meet with the higher, broader and nobler duties of 
 immortal life. 
 
 He was one of Wisdom's children and we inherit, 
 possess and profit by his legacy. It is our privi- 
 lege, inspired by his example, to make our lives, like 
 his, full of usefulness, moved and guided by lofty 
 aspiration. 
 
 May his mantle descend upon us. 
 
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 In perhaps the most memorable words ever spoken 
 over the mortal remains of man, either in history or 
 in fiction, the speaker said, that he came to bury, 
 not to praise. 
 
 And although they laid away the body of Julius 
 Caesar with the eloquence of Mark Antony, and 
 reared above it a Roman mausoleum, yet they did 
 not bury Caesar, for the spirit of the man lived on, 
 shaping succeeding dynasties and controlling the poli- 
 cies of state, and the principles for which he stood 
 have exercised a potent influence upon every phase 
 of Roman life to this day. So, my fellow members, 
 while we have laid all that is mortal of Hope Reed 
 Cody beneath the soil of his native village, where 
 the golden-rod, the floral emblem of the state he 
 loved so well, will shed, each fall, its amber above 
 his grave, yet we have not buried Hope Reed Cody. 
 He lives — and as long as this Club stands — as long as 
 it is worthy to bear the name of Hamilton — as long 
 as it calls to its membership the brightest and the 
 best of the young republicans of this city, young men 
 
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 who are willing to devote their energies, their time 
 and their money unselfishly for the good of their fel- 
 low citizens, so long will the spirit of Hope Reed 
 Cody hover within its walls, an incentive to you and 
 me, to emulate in some small degree, as did he, the 
 career of the matchless leader whose name this Club 
 bears. 
 
 It was not my good fortune to have known Mr. 
 Cody personally as many of you did, but I did know 
 him, as a member of this Club, as a citizen of 
 Chicago and as a public official. 
 
 " Now that he is gone, we think on all he was with 
 
 many a fear 
 Lest goodness die with him and leave the coming 
 
 year. " 
 
 While none of us have anything but highest praise 
 for the untiring devotion which all those who were 
 associated with him in his administration gave to 
 their duties as officials of this Club, and while we 
 recognize their unselfishness and their patriotism in 
 the work, yet you must agree with me when we look 
 back upon the splendid record made during the last 
 year, that they seem but foot-hills — measureless dis- 
 tances — from the one central figure about which 
 they were grouped. 
 
 While we are deeply grieved at his early death, 
 which came "like the untimely frost upon the
 
 fairest flower," yet we congratulate ourselves that we 
 had him for a time as our leader. I know of no 
 other member of the thousand young men in this 
 Club who possess to such a marked degree so many 
 of the characteristics of our patron saint. 
 
 I know that it usually seems affected to compare 
 one of our fellow citizens to any of the great leaders 
 of the Revolution, and I am not here to say that 
 Hope Reed Cody was as great in all things as 
 Alexander Hamilton, but they had many character- 
 istics in common — both of them always ahead of 
 their years. At nineteen both were out of college, 
 at an age when many of us were just entering; at 
 twenty both engaged in journalism ; at twenty-nine, 
 when Mr. Cody died, we find him doing what Ham- 
 ilton was doing at twenty-nine — standing on the 
 threshold of what promised to be a remarkable career 
 at the bar. 
 
 It is true that from twenty to twenty-nine their 
 lives can be more easily contrasted than compared. 
 That period of life with Hamilton was spent in serv- 
 ices upon the field of battle, side by side with the 
 great leader of the Colonists. He endured the hard- 
 ships and exhibited the bravery and courage ever 
 exhibited by the heroes of nations when fighting in 
 defense of their country's rights. It is far from me 
 to belittle in any way the bravery and courage which 
 the people have always seen fit to attribute to its
 
 warriors, yet I say unto you that there is a higher 
 courage and a greater bravery than that of the 
 soldier. 
 
 I have seen the temptations which come with 
 popularity in a social and political way engulf in 
 their seducing charms the brightest and brainiest men 
 of my class, drawing them from the path of integrity 
 and honesty until they left their alma mater in shame 
 and disgrace. On the other hand I have seen my 
 fellow-mates laugh at the bursting shells of the 
 enemy above their heads, as brave young men as 
 ever followed their flag or defended their country's 
 honor, and not one of them evidenced the slightest 
 design of turning from the danger which he en- 
 countered. 
 
 So I say to you, that Hope Reed Cody, a citizen 
 of this city, entering actively into the political duties 
 of a citizen, working in ward and Club, for what he 
 conceived was right in municipal affairs, and standing 
 at twenty-nine with reputation unstained and charac- 
 ter unsullied by the waves of political corruption, 
 which year after year sweep over this city, threaten- 
 ing to draw into their seething caldron every man 
 who dares to do his duty, showed as brave and coura- 
 geous a heart as ever beat in the breast of any 
 American sailor or soldier. 
 
 Again I say unto you, all is not lost to us of 
 
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 Hope Reed Cody, for there was some truth as well 
 as poetry in the words of the bard : 
 
 "He who wins his love loses; 
 He who loses gains, 
 For the spirit ever woos her 
 As a soul without a stain. 
 
 In the land of dreams beholds her 
 In the land of dreams among: 
 
 When all the world wax colder 
 And all the songs are sung; 
 
 Yet in memory he sees her 
 
 Ever fair and kind and young." 
 
 So that you and I as we grow older, as our high 
 ideas of civic virtue, of integrity in public life, of un- 
 selfish devotion to others' interests grow vague and 
 indefinite and fade into the past, and we see each 
 other sacrificing principle for policy, betraying others' 
 rights for self-interest, traveling inland and heeding 
 less the great world without, our imagination will at 
 times turn backward, and roaming through days 
 which never come again, we will behold in all the 
 beauty of his youth this young and kindly man, un- 
 harmed and undefiled by the sins of this world, with 
 resistless energy devoting the best and happiest years 
 of his life to the interest of this, our Club and of 
 this, our city.
 
 Ibon. IRobert lb. Mtlea 
 
 You will remember that as the henchman of Rod- 
 erick Dhu sped from glen to glen through the High- 
 lands, carrying the cross of fire that called Clan 
 Alpine to battle, he came upon the kinsmen of 
 Duncan, bearing his body to its last home ; and 
 as the mourners wound their way along the rugged 
 mountain path they sang a dirge which is not only 
 one of the most beautiful recorded expressions of 
 human grief, but, considering the differences of place 
 and circumstance, is peculiarly appropriate to the 
 occasion that brings us together. 
 
 He is gone on the mountain. 
 
 He is lost to the forest, 
 Like a summer-dried fountain. 
 
 When our need was the sorest. 
 The font, reappearing, 
 
 From the raindrops shall borrow, 
 But to us comes no cheering, 
 
 To Duncan no morrow ! 
 
 The hand of the reaper 
 
 Takes the ears that are hoary, 
 
 But the voice of the weeper 
 Wails manhood in glory.
 
 The autumn winds rushing 
 
 Waft the leaves that are searest, 
 
 But our flower was in flushing, 
 When blighting was nearest. 
 
 Fleet foot on the correi, 
 
 Sage council in cumber, 
 Red hand in the foray. 
 
 How sound is thy slumber ! 
 Like the dew on the mountain, 
 
 Like the foam on the river. 
 Like the bubble on the fountain. 
 
 Thou art gone, and forever ! 
 
 Only a few months ago this Club met in a great 
 banquet hall to congratulate its outgoing president 
 upon the successful close of a record-making year; to 
 pour at his feet unstmted but well-earned praise; to 
 estimate the foundation of character and endeavor he 
 had already laid, and to predict the splendid super- 
 structure of achievement which he was to build upon 
 it in the coming years. No encomium was too strong 
 to characterize his past; no hope seemed extravagant 
 as we looked forward to his future. "Our flower 
 was in flushing," but close at hand lurked the unseen 
 shadow of that blighting which was so soon to wither 
 all our hopes. And now, in this brief lapse of time, 
 the end has come. The never-weary brain is stilled, 
 the masterful hand is at rest. The foundation of 
 splendid young manhood is a sacred memory — a
 
 monument safe against the ravages of time; but the 
 superstructure of which we dreamed shall never be 
 built. The life work of Hope Reed Cody is done. 
 
 We call his death untimely, and it seems a rever- 
 sal of nature that he is stricken down at the very 
 threshold of a great career, while thousands linger 
 superfluous on the stage of life, through the slow 
 decadence of their powers. If life is to be measured 
 by mere length of days, his end is indeed untimely; 
 but to my mind, all of life worth living is made up 
 of those hours of inspiration when the heart throbs 
 quicker, when the brain works faster, when the pulse 
 beats stronger, when all the sentiments and all the 
 emotions are called into play, when hope and cour- 
 age, tenderness and love lift us for the time above 
 our normal selves. Such hours of exaltation give life 
 its only value, and the intermediate stretches of dull 
 monotony are endurable only because they are inter- 
 mediate. Measured by this scale, Hope Reed Cody's 
 life had reached the fullest standard of completeness, 
 for he had sounded all the heights and depths of 
 human effort and emotion; had known joy and grief, 
 hope and love; struggle and success; had reached, in 
 fact, the full stature of an accomplished manhood. 
 
 If our dead friend could have worked on till his 
 years were doubled, and his deeds increased tenfold, 
 he could have been no greater to us who knew him 
 — no dearer to all that loved him. The measure of
 
 a man is what he is, not what he does, and effort 
 and achievement are only of consequence as the 
 outward manifestation of his inner self. Every act of 
 Hope Reed Cody's recent life bore the stamp of 
 splendid character; his past was ample warrant for 
 his future, and no future, however brilliant or how- 
 ever solid, could have added to his intrinsic worth. 
 
 But even if it be true that this swift ending robs 
 our dear friend of no share of his birthright, we who 
 survive him have none the less sustained an immeas- 
 urable loss. He was a born leader. He had great 
 power; and he had, besides, what forceful men 
 often lack, infinite tact, patience and courtesy, and 
 an unerring sense of the relative proportion of 
 things. He had no enemies; he was hampered by no 
 jealousies. Most men reach the heights of success 
 only by arduous toil, constantly impeded by the nat- 
 ural difficulties of the way, and hindered by those 
 who would outstrip them in the race. He was one 
 of those souls so gifted as to know no obstacles — so 
 endowed as to command instinctive recognition. He 
 had the right of way by unanimous consent. Such a 
 man, animated by right motives, and impelled by 
 honorable ambition, is a constant inspiration to his 
 fellows. His life multiplies itself in other lives; and 
 his death robs the community of a beneficent motive 
 force. 
 
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 I need not dwell upon the significance of this 
 bereavement to the Hamilton Club. We, who were 
 his fellow members, know well the ceaseless energy, 
 the constant devotion with which he labored for the 
 Club's advancement. The year of his presidency set 
 a mark unapproached and unapproachable; and how- 
 ever great this organization may become, the historian 
 who faithfully writes its record will find the turning 
 point of its career in the splendid term of Hope Reed 
 Cody. This great success was due, not alone to his 
 own tireless exertions, but largely to the willing 
 co-operation of every member with whom he came in 
 contact. To know him was to love him, and to love 
 him was to serve him without cavil or question. 
 This was true of the whole body of our membership, 
 but it was true in a special sense of the band of 
 young men in the Club, to whom he was like a 
 brother. Their loyalty and devotion to him knew no 
 bounds. Led by him, they were the impelling force 
 that swept the Club forward and fixed the lines of 
 its movement. Under his leadership they would have 
 been a power in the Club and in the State, and his 
 death not only takes away the guiding spirit of their 
 fellowship, but brings to each of them a personal and 
 sacred grief. Nevertheless, they have the imperish- 
 able recollection of his love, the lasting impress of 
 his character; and long after the rushing waves of 
 life have covered the spot where he went down — when 
 
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 his loss is still a tender, but no longer a painful 
 memory — his influence will be a living force in all 
 their hearts. 
 
 But when I read that Hope Reed Cody was 
 dead my first thought was not for the State, nor for 
 the Club, nor for myself, but for his father and his 
 mother. We have all sustained a great loss; they have 
 met with a calamity. Compared with them the rest 
 of us are as strangers. He was of their flesh and 
 blood, and in him their souls were born again. In 
 this, their hour of grief, they stand together, apart 
 from all the world, but, though they share a common 
 sorrow, each bears a different and clearly dis- 
 tinguishable loss. 
 
 To the mother such a son as Hope is counselor, 
 friend and protector — a shield and a support. Her just 
 pride in him is boundless and she looks up to him 
 with grateful wonder that he is indeed her son. But 
 however much she leans upon and trusts him, her 
 thoughts go back, half regretfully, to his cradle. She 
 never quite releases the baby fingers that, in their 
 first conscious movement, clutched aimlessly at her 
 breast. The tender name by which she knew him 
 first comes involuntarily to her lips when she speaks 
 to him or of him, though its utterance may be 
 checked by sudden recollection of the dignity of his 
 mature manhood. However great his achievements 
 may be, to her fond heart the red-letter days of his 
 
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 career are in the dawning years of his life. His first 
 smile, his first notice of color or of the motes danc- 
 ing in the sunbeam, his first unassisted step, span- 
 ning the little space to her outstretched hands, the 
 first lispings of his infant speech — all the landmarks 
 of his growth of body and of mind — these are the 
 events that, to her, outlive in recollection all the 
 later deeds that make his fame. While he lives her 
 eyes look back through his present to his past, and 
 when he dies she loses, not only the friend and 
 companion, but the baby of long ago. 
 
 If the mother looks backward to the cradle of her 
 son, the father's gaze is always on his future. From 
 the moment the boy is born he is the embodiment, 
 to the father, of all the possibilities of a noble man- 
 hood; and while the limit of the baby's world is still 
 the narrow circle of his mother's arms, the father's 
 impatient hopes run forward along the years and 
 trace all the steps of his advancement. 
 
 Naturally enough, too, the way he thus marks out 
 for his boy is that which in the years of his own 
 early manhood seemed opening before him; and 
 every milestone in its course is the memorial of 
 some dream of his own bj'gone youth. The son is 
 thus made successor to the father's inmost self, in- 
 heritor of his genius and realizer of his ideals. In 
 him the father sees his own better nature, freed from 
 every marring imperfection, advancing from strength 
 
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 to strength, and atoning, by ceaseless successes, for 
 his own failures and shortcomings. " The boy is the 
 father's hope and inspiration ; and in his death the 
 father is bereft, not only of his son, but of the crown 
 of his own life — the promise of his own future. 
 
 As we stand here, my friends, in the shadow of 
 this great misfortune, I mourn with you the loss 
 sustained by the state and the community; I deplore 
 the calamit)' that has befallen this Club, and I share 
 the personal grief that has come to each one of its 
 members ; but when I think of the father and the 
 mother of this splendid son, my heart bleeds as if he 
 had been my own.
 
 "toon. flDartin B. ^l^a^^e^ 
 
 It was my privilege to be counted among the friends 
 of the man, to honor whose memory this distinguished 
 body of gentlemen meet to-day. I loved him for his 
 many virtues. He was a loyal citizen of Chicago; his 
 life was devoted to the advancement of its interests; 
 he knew no work too hard, no obstacle too great to 
 overcome, where the upbuilding of the city of his 
 adoption was the object. 
 
 He was a distmguished member of this Club; to 
 his untiring work and genius it owes its present 
 standing in the community; his name and work are 
 indelibly inscribed on the pages of its history; they 
 will stand before the generations that are to follow 
 us, as a monument to his fearless honesty and 
 ability. 
 
 His genial disposition, courteous bearing and ac- 
 commodating nature made him highly esteemed and 
 a much beloved man. 
 
 He will be missed by all who knew him. He was 
 modest and unassuming, charitable and forgiving ; he 
 was a noble citizen, he had the confidence of the 
 community. We all looked forward with pleasant 
 anticipations to the great career that lay before him.
 
 He claimed no superior wisdom but he was fa- 
 miliar with all the great questions of the day. He 
 was proud of the party of which he was an honored 
 member. 
 
 He loved Chicago and gloried in her supremacy. 
 He was a wise counselor, a safe adviser, a true 
 friend, a man on whose judgment one could rely. 
 
 His systematic methods, his wide knowledge and 
 uniform courtesy, made his advice much sought after 
 on all matters relating to the affairs of this Club. In 
 his social relations he was greatly admired. He had 
 a wide circle of friends. He was a man of fine at- 
 tainments. His life was one of loving kindness, 
 such as makes the world better, home brighter, 
 friends dearer. 
 
 He is at rest from his labors. His memory will 
 remain dear to our hearts during the few remaining 
 years of life. The recollections of our association 
 with him in the past will serve to lighten the bur- 
 den of sorrow caused bj' his untimely death. 
 
 His home life was one of continued sunshine, one 
 of joy, happiness and contentment. The loving wife 
 who watched over him during the last days of sick- 
 ness, with a devotion and affection that always light- 
 ened the burdens and cares of his busy life, will 
 mourn his loss. We can sympathize with her in 
 her affliction, but our sympathy will fall far short of 
 filling the void caused by the death of our esteemed 
 
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 friend, our fellow citizen, and his friends will be glad 
 to know that his former associates have so far re- 
 membered the work and life of Hope Reed Cody as 
 to pay this last beautiful tribute to his memory. 
 
 No one could feel the death of a citizen more 
 than I feel that of Mr. Cody. Our relations were of 
 the most friendly nature. His faults were few, his 
 virtues many. 
 
 The members of this Club whom he so ably rep- 
 resented as its president, loved him for his manly 
 qualities, his honesty of purpose, and his unselfish 
 devotion to their interests. It is fitting that the 
 Club should meet to-day, to honor the memory of 
 the man who distinguished himself as its presiding 
 officer, and lent added luster to the name of the 
 great statesman in whose honor it was named. This 
 tribute is one worthy of the Club. 
 
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 IRusb C. Butler 
 
 Though I were to possess the power of mind 
 and sweetness of speech, which were so notably 
 his, the tribute of words I venture to offer to the 
 memory of Hope Reed Cody must fail, even as a 
 minute fails of eternity. To have known him was 
 a privilege rare among men; to have been his 
 friend was a bounteous bestowal of the Providence 
 of God. As I knew him in the walks of life, saw 
 him from day to day, conversed and was happy 
 with him, I marveled at the might of his mind; 
 not a faculty blemished, not a function impaired, 
 no interference or friction between the working parts; 
 and withal, every mental quality as clean-cut and 
 brilliant as a diamond. 
 
 If I were to characterize him by the quality of his 
 heart, which distinguished him and set him apart 
 from and above his fellow men, I would call him 
 Love. I trust I am not carried from the truth by 
 blind affection when I say that, of the younger men 
 in Chicago, he loved most and was most loved. His 
 was so fine as well as so large a capacity for loving, 
 that it not only dispelled all jealousy among the rivals 
 for his affection, but bound them, almost as closely as 
 to him, one to another. Such was the grandeur of
 
 his soul that the more of us he loved, the stronger 
 was his love for each one of us. 
 
 My thoughts of him at this time are almost wholly 
 connected with the Hamilton Club, as it was here I 
 first met him, in the old quarters on Lake Park 
 Avenue, and it is in connection with the Hamilton 
 Club I wish now to speak of him. At the time of 
 our first meeting, he had already endeared himself to 
 many of the hearts and homes of this city by his 
 brilliant leadership of the United Christian Endeavor 
 Societies of the South Side. He was at that time 
 also the beloved chief of a fraternity whose member- 
 ship numbered far into the thousands. His ability as 
 a leader this Club had already recognized by making 
 him chairman of its most important committee. At 
 the subsequent election he received the unanimous 
 vote of the Club for President. His genius could 
 have no better field in which to prove itself. His 
 quick wit, his gentle way, his ability and loving 
 kindness combined to form an indefinable something 
 which drew forth the respect and love of every 
 one who knew him. He had as perfect command 
 over men of sixty as over men of twenty-five. To 
 the task assigned by him, each one went with 
 youthful delight. The enthusiasm of his spirit was 
 contagious. His mere suggestion of good that might 
 be done for the Club took us from our work and 
 put us at his command; it untied the purse strings 
 
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 of the treasury and turned loose the dollars by hun- 
 dreds and thousands ; it sent members the length 
 and breadth of the country on missions for the 
 Club ; it took Senators and Congressmen from their 
 professional and political duties, and enlisted their 
 services under his direction ; judges adjourned their 
 courts and came from the bench in answer to his call; 
 the men who represent the energy and wealth of the 
 nation gave gladly and liberally of their time and 
 money when he told them it was for the Club's bene- 
 fit. Consulting with a score of committees and a 
 thousand working members, enlarging the policies of 
 the Club; getting out from under one tremendous 
 load of responsibility only to assume another, during 
 the entire year of his matchless leadership, never was 
 there protest, or objection to his plans. Nothing save 
 a constitutional prohibition could have prevented his 
 unanimous election to succeed himself as chief execu- 
 tive. His record as President need not now be re- 
 cited. It is an open book before us all. The warmth 
 and light that radiated from his heart revived the dor- 
 mant energies of the Club and thrilled it with a new 
 life. To his efforts is due the splendid success now 
 attained. The prevailing harmony and good-will 
 among the members pay tribute to his name. He 
 transformed this Club into a fraternity. It is from 
 this day forward our sacred duty to make the Hamilton 
 Club of Chicago a monument to his memory. 
 
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 Ibon. 3amee 1R, flDann 
 
 He budded out in early youth and blossomed with 
 full brilliancy in early manhood. And he was growing 
 larger and stronger and more beautiful in character 
 when he was taken away. He had a mind strong and 
 firm, but this was not his leading characteristic. He 
 had a peculiar charm of personal affection which clus- 
 tered men around him because they loved him and 
 wished to please him. In his ability to control the 
 actions of others and to thus accomplish his under- 
 takings through love instead of force or fear, he was 
 truly great. 
 
 His introduction into Republican politics, and 
 almost his introduction to his political neighbors, was 
 his appointment as one of the five town committee- 
 men from his ward, and his election as chairman of 
 the Hyde Park Republican Town Committee when 
 that committee was authorized to select the candi- 
 dates for constables in the Town of Hyde Park. 
 There were many candidates and his chairmanship 
 gave him a wielding influence. But he handled him- 
 self so graciously and so discreetly as to gain the 
 confidence of the politicians, always on the lookout 
 for a rising star. 
 
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 I watched his rapid development with almost 
 amazement, but I noticed how his soul seemed to 
 enlarge with each new enterprise. His memory has 
 grown upon me since his death as his personality 
 grew upon me during his life. It seems so sad that 
 one so young, so brilliant, so true and so filled with 
 all the best there is in man, should be taken out of 
 the world, which needed his service so much. 
 
 My affection for him is well known. Those who 
 met him for the first time began to have their heart 
 strings pulled by his genial presence. But we had 
 lived as neighbors — only three doors apart. My only 
 boy and his only boy were fond playmates. We had 
 worked together in our precinct club and at the 
 polls ; in the politics of the ward and of the city, as 
 well as of the Hamilton Club. We had frolicked 
 together like boys at West Baden, and had walked 
 through the dust and the heat, with grime and sweat 
 on our faces and tears in our eyes and hearts at 
 Montauk, when the country's soldier boys returned 
 from Cuba. We had bathed and swam together at 
 Ocean Grove, and walked and driven together admir- 
 ing, with swelling pride, the beautiful and stately 
 buildings and the magnificent streets of the capital of 
 the nation. We had, in thought, traversed the 
 mountains of California over which ran the scenic 
 railroad in which he was interested. We watched 
 
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 with equal anxiety the passage of a bill through Con- 
 gress and rejoiced with equal gladness when it be- 
 came a law. 
 
 He confided in me the secrets of his heart, when 
 disappointment came in place of the Mastership 
 which he had expected, as well as when his worth 
 was recognized by his appointment as election com- 
 missioner. 
 
 It is no wonder that I learned to love him and to 
 look upon him as partly my own. Neither of us 
 ever said an impatient word to the other. Each was 
 always willing to defer to the other, and there was 
 one friend to whom we both deferred — the one who 
 made us first acquainted and who always retained the 
 equal affection of our hearts. 
 
 But a year ago I helped to lay away one of my 
 dearest friends, whom I regarded somewhat in the 
 light of one of my boys. Again the inevitable has 
 come. I would feel bowed with sorrow if I did not 
 remember that these two always looked adversity 
 smilingly in the face and marched on with the bravery 
 of great soldiers. 
 
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 1bon» Cbri0tian C» Ikobleaat 
 
 Hope Reed Cody — dead. I close my eyes and 
 see him now. Alert, keen, kindly, manly and handsome. 
 Such an one as good men and women honor and love 
 at first sight. In all my experience with and observa- 
 tion of men, young and old, I have never seen one 
 who so instantly commanded respect and admiration 
 as he did. My acquaintance with him was almost 
 wholly in those fields so honorably occupied by the 
 Hamilton Club, the genius and force of which Club 
 his bright life most strikingly typified. 
 
 Clear, logical and forceful in thought ; elegant, 
 captivating and convincing in speech; he never failed 
 to impress his audience in a marvelous manner. 
 
 Of his public career I need not speak, for, young 
 though he was, all Chicago had abundant opportunity 
 to judge him. 
 
 To me he was as a younger brother. His many 
 delightful attentions abundantly testified to me his 
 loving, generous spirit, for I had no special claim upon 
 him. It was just his nature. He was more than 
 kind, he was aggressively and tactfully thoughtful. 
 He came into one's presence as a sunbeam, warm 
 and effulgent, and he came often. 
 
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 Many of you are young men, as was he, but you 
 may not, for this cause, claim him as pecuHarly your 
 own, for the honest heart is always young. The hair 
 may be gray; the hand may tremble; the body may 
 be weak and the limbs refuse to carry their burden; 
 but the spirit is undimmed and loves and entwines 
 eternally. So Hope Reed Cody came into the affec- 
 tions of those who seemed to most of you to be men 
 living entrenched within impregnable and repellent 
 reserve. They grieve with you to-day. How keen, 
 then, must be the sorrow of the wife and parents. 
 With tear-dimmed eyes and bowed heads we tender 
 them the consolation of our profound sympathy. His 
 day was short and brilliant. His night came all too 
 soon. While yet there lingered in his heart our sad 
 "good nights" he woke to hear the angels say "good 
 morning." So melts life's nightfall into heaven's 
 dawn. God grant his mantle has fallen on some of 
 you, that his kind may not perish from the earth. 
 
 n
 
 patricJi lb, ®'2)onnell 
 
 It is one of life's great blessings that we are 
 raised by the influence of the sweet youth that has 
 gone before. It is so with a great life. It is one of 
 life's blessings that the influence of noble actions 
 seems to roll back upon our souls and fills us with 
 noble impulses and higher motives. 
 
 I scarce knew our dead brother, but it seemed to 
 me that if God ever wanted again to re-preach the 
 sermon on the mount, it could be done over the 
 grave of Hope Reed Cody, because it is from there 
 that the true life of men seems again to arise and be 
 proclaimed to his brethren. I knew him but little, 
 but in what I did know in his life it seemed to 
 me that his heart was set on following the harmony 
 of nature, as man is destined to follow it. Every act 
 of his life seemed to be prompted by a Christian 
 motive. We speak of him as a member of this 
 Club, as we would speak of our brother, if the 
 circle about the hearthstone should be broken and 
 he be called to his rest. Hope Reed Cody was more 
 than a m.ember of this Club — more than a member of 
 our party. He was more than a party man. He was 
 
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 a full grown patriot; one of the few men who have 
 come into my life who seem to have espoused poli- 
 tics for the pure idea of elevating our country and 
 the common brotherhood of all mankind. In this 
 Club, where I came as a stranger, and where I met 
 him, I felt at home. I met him as a brother and 
 met its members as a brother. I always had the pos- 
 sibilities of his future in my mind from the first time 
 I met him, but it took possession of me that night 
 when I saw the nation's gathering of heroes from 
 the South and from the Northland, when with him as 
 President, this Club spoke out the brotherly love that 
 Grant meant when he said at Appomattox "Let us 
 have peace." It was then that I recognized his 
 power and said that he was one of those who stand 
 as a tower among our great men. 
 
 He was a man who attempted to harmonize the 
 discords of our people and to bring them into a com- 
 mon brotherhood, and as such stamped himself as 
 one of our great patriots. When music is gone, we 
 seem again to hear it as it rolls back and to give 
 it out from our own souls; so when a great life 
 passes away, its acts come to us, and we feel it is 
 our duty to give it out again to all mankind. We 
 know not the infinite wisdom that has called our 
 brother to the great beyond from whose bourne no 
 traveler returns, but we know as young men, as 
 citizens, as true Christian patriots, that he has given
 
 us a duty to perform, to live out the life that God 
 took from Hope Reed Cody just when it was 
 blossoming in beauty. Let us do it so that when 
 we come to the last act of life we can be like him, 
 we can meet our pilot face to face when we have 
 crossed the bar. 
 
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 1bon, 3obn 1b. Batten 
 
 Standing in the Court of Honor and looking 
 at the Peristyle, the eye caught sight of that 
 wonderful inscription: *'Ye shall know the truth 
 and the truth shall make you free." What is truth? 
 This question has been in the minds and upon 
 the lips of all thinking people, through all the 
 ages. If a man die, shall he yet live? Is there life 
 beyond the grave? "It must be so — Plato thou rea- 
 sonest well — else why this lingering hope, this fond 
 desire, this longing after immortality?" Tearing 
 aside the thin veil that separates this world from the 
 next, and things that are seen from those that are 
 not seen, Hope Reed Cody has learned the truth. 
 Could we but see as he now sees, how much easier 
 could we say: "Thy will be done?" He has not only 
 learned the truth — he is free! Free from the trials 
 and tribulations of this mortal life. Free from suffer- 
 ing and sorrow. For Hope I cannot grieve. "Safe 
 from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, he lives 
 whom we call dead." 
 
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 It was my privilege to know Hope Reed Cody 
 all his life. I knew him as boy and man. Nature 
 had richly endowed him. He was always bright and 
 happy. He always had the faculty of making and 
 holding friends. He came naturally by this. He was 
 a reproduction of his father, Judge Hiram H. Cody, 
 who was County Clerk and County Judge of and 
 Circuit Judge from Du Page County and a member 
 of the Constitutional Convention of 1870. 
 
 Many a time have I seen Hope going to the sta- 
 tion at Naperville with his father, when the Judge 
 was going away to attend to his duties on the circuit, 
 their arms around each other. Tenderly did they 
 love. Lord Byron's words come to me when think- 
 ing of them: "The youngest, whom our father loved, 
 because our mother's brow was given to him, with 
 eyes as blue as heaven." 
 
 Hope Reed Cody was not only bright and happy; 
 he was courageous, ambitious and honest. No under- 
 taking was too great, no task was too difficult for 
 him. His motto was "Excelsior." He was the peer 
 of any man of his age. The gentlemen of the 
 Hamilton Club know this as well as I. He will be 
 very greatly missed by this Club — in his home — in 
 his church — in the Board of Election Commissioners — 
 by his profession and numerous friends. 
 
 Using the words of Shakespeare, I say: "He was
 
 a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon 
 his like again." But — 
 
 "He is not dead, the child of our affection. 
 But gone unto that school. 
 Where he no longer needs our poor protection, 
 And Christ Himself doth rule." 
 
 May he forever bask in the sunlight of God's love 
 and may light perpetual shine upon him. 
 
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 IRooer Sberman 
 
 We have lost from our midst a man who was 
 easily first in many of the qualities that we most 
 admire and revere. His adaptability, his insight 
 into character, his quickness to reach a conclusion, 
 his tact, his ability to fill any position he was 
 called on to occupy, were nothing short of genius. 
 His ideals were high, but he was not impractical. He 
 was steadfast of purpose, and to his own conscience 
 true. He was generous to a fault. He dealt with 
 all men fairly. His ability seemed equal to any 
 emergency; his strength commensurate with any task. 
 
 But above and beyond all else he loved his fellow 
 men. His heart was as broad and as deep as the 
 ocean, and was full of warm, red blood. All men 
 loved him as a brother. This is the reason men wept 
 as children when they heard that he was dead. This 
 is the reason it is so hard for you and me to give 
 him up — because we loved him — not because we 
 admired and respected his transcendent ability, not 
 because he had an unbounded future before him — but 
 just because we loved him. 
 
 If I ever have a boy, I think I shall name him 
 "Hope," and I will tell him of the friend his father 
 
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 loved so well, away back in the old days when the 
 Hamilton Club knit a band of young men together 
 with a bond that death itself could not sever. I will 
 teach him to strive for the same ideals the first Hope 
 strove for; to treat all men as fairly and as unsel- 
 fishlyj to be as brave and courageous in difficulty, 
 and as warm-hearted and loving as was my friend 
 and yours. 
 
 With all its sadness this occasion is not without 
 its recompense. Each of us is a better man for 
 having passed through the grief of the past two 
 weeks. Each has had his horizon broadened, and 
 each is thankful that he has been permitted to know 
 such a loving character, and to feel the spell of such 
 a noble presence. His earthly body has been laid to 
 rest, but his soul goes marching on. 
 
 "Thou canst not wholly perish, though the sod 
 Sink with its violets closer to thy breast; 
 Though by the feet of generations trod 
 
 The headstone crumbles from thy place of rest. 
 
 "The marvel of thy beauty cannot die; 
 
 The sweetness of thy presence shall not fade; 
 Earth gave not all the glory of thine eye, — 
 
 Death may not keep what Death has never made. 
 
 "It was not thine, that forehead strange and cold. 
 Nor those dumb lips they hid beneath the snow; 
 Thy heart would throb beneath that passive fold, 
 Thy hands for me that stony clasp forego. 
 
 So
 
 "But thou hast gone, — gone from the dreary land, 
 Gone from the storms let loose on every hill, 
 Lured by the sweet persuasion of a hand 
 
 Which leads thee somewhere in the distance still. 
 
 "Where'er thou art, I know thou wearest yet 
 The same bewildering beauty, sanctified 
 By calmer joy, and touched with soft regret 
 
 For him who seeks, but cannot reach thy side. 
 
 "I keep for thee the living love of old. 
 
 And seek thy place in Nature as a child, 
 Whose hand is parted from his playmate's hold. 
 Wanders and cries along a lonesome wild."
 
 lE^win a. HDunacr 
 
 Mr. C : i-.- ^as but twenn' - nine years old as 
 measure i : ::.e change of seasons, and the 
 shock ::' ';.:; :.i:r. ::'._.£: have brought to each 
 of OS the same double feeling of regret and sorrow. 
 Regret and sorrow that we shall not again see his 
 smile nor hear his hearty greeting when we assem- 
 ble in the places where he was always sure to be 
 with us. The almost overvrhelming thought that we 
 most now pursue our way without his affectionate 
 advice and warm comradeship, is associated with the 
 regret that a life so full of brilliant promise and so 
 seemingly necessary to all of us in a thousand ways, 
 should so soon pass into the shadow of the grave. 
 Yet, looking at the work performed, the permanent 
 record of duties faithfully fulfilled, at the mar\'elous 
 achievement in official capacitj', who shall say that 
 Hope Reed Cody has not lived out a full lifetime? 
 
 When he passed into the spiritual world, everj^- 
 one who knew him felt a sense of great personal 
 loss. Those who knew him even casually felt the 
 loss of a great and true friend, while to those who 
 had the rare privilege of knowing him well, the loss 
 was as that of a brother. It is to me a matter of 
 peculiar significance that each one felt that his loss
 
 was greater than that of any other, for each one 
 loved him best. Mr. Cody was the incarnation of 
 that warming, pulsing human love with which he not 
 only loved others, but drew others to love him, and 
 to love him once was to love him always. This one 
 word, love, is the true expression of his whole life and 
 it seems to me that the greatest and most lasting 
 service our friend and brother did for the Hamilton 
 Club was to teach our members to love one another 
 and not to be ashamed to show it. His smile melted 
 factional strife as the sunshine warms the frost from 
 the frozen earth, and his ready tact drew the factions 
 together as brothers, before they knew it. 
 
 Through all he thought or wrote, in all he said or 
 did, shine constantly the golden beams of love. 
 
 He stood before us in his daily life the highest 
 type of an American gentleman; one for whom no 
 ideal was too high to be made real, no theory too 
 beautiful to be made practical, no hope for the hu- 
 man race too great for human realization. He lived 
 the life of constant endeavor, true to his God and to 
 himself, and while he has passed through the curtain, 
 beyond which our earthly vision cannot penetrate, he 
 has left us a heritage of high principle and incentive 
 to courageous endeavor that shall endure as long as 
 there is a Hamilton Club. To his memory let us 
 build up this Club and make it a living monument 
 such as no young man has ever had. 
 
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 Ibon, albert C. Barnea 
 
 We are prone to think that death stands aloof 
 from the dash of intrepid youth and the brave, bold 
 mien of vigorous manhood ; and we are appalled, 
 we are shocked, we are stunned when he substitutes 
 his grim visage for the face of smiling 3'outh and 
 forever stills the beating of a hopeful heart. 
 
 It was but yesterday that our friend was with us, 
 that his genial smile gladdened our greeting, that the 
 pressure of his hand quickened our pulses, that his 
 kindly words kindled our spirits. And now he has 
 gone. With the race of life just begun, with the 
 flush of success upon his brow, with hope as brilliant 
 as the morning star, with promise beckoning him on 
 with her partial glance, with dauntless energy inciting 
 every effort, and love and friendship quickening every 
 step, he dropped in his course to leave the swift 
 race to others and to quit forever the field of mortal 
 activities. He had so far outstripped the companions 
 of his years that victory already held out to him her 
 laurel wreath. The goal was not distant when he 
 dropped to earth. The throb of life ceased when 
 his step was quickest, and the pallor of death came 
 when the effulgence of success was brightest. 
 
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 Death is sad whenever and wherever it comes ; 
 but when it steps in to check life at its fastest tide, 
 when with pitiless approach and withering touch it 
 comes to buoyant youth — at the time when energy 
 is greatest, when hope is brightest, when success is 
 nearest and life is dearest — then its sadness over- 
 powers our efforts toward reconciliation and forces 
 us into the depths of impenetrable gloom. 
 
 Our friend has gone, but not without leaving, at 
 an age when few become known and in a commu- 
 nity where few of whatever age can be well known, 
 the impress of a lofty nature, of an unusual ability 
 and of a sterling character. What we have lost by 
 his death must ever remain the subject of mournful 
 conjecture. What we have gained by his life cannot 
 be gauged merely by his brilliant accomplishments 
 and successful deeds, but must be measured by the 
 subtle, abiding influence of his many virtues and of 
 the rich, rare qualities of his heart and mind. These 
 I would enshrine in sacred memory rather than dis- 
 figure by feeble description. 
 
 Whatever visible signs of respect we may erect 
 to his memory will perish; whatever words of tribute 
 we may utter are fleeting. We cannot add to nor 
 abate from the real influences of his life. But he 
 will still live to assured memory and growing influ- 
 ences through the living organization of this Club, 
 upon which he stamped his personality and fixed the 
 impress of his political genius. 
 
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 Love will still pay tender devotion to his name; 
 art will lend its offices to perpetuate his memory; the 
 places that have known him will raise impressive sug- 
 gestions of his absence; the changed home will hold 
 him in love and memory changeless; and as long as 
 our recollection shall go back to the years when his 
 life was a part of ours, so long shall we cherish, 
 honor and respect his memory. And we shall pass 
 on, noting the lengthening shadows and lifting our 
 heads from sorrow to catch a ray of light from his 
 useful and noble life, and to gather new inspiration 
 for the duties that fall upon us. 
 
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 Ibon. IRobcrt nDcnDur^)? 
 
 In this rushing city, among the many with whom, 
 in middle life, we associate, those whose characters 
 we really know are few. Those whom we count our 
 intimate friends, we see but seldom. This is in part 
 the price of metropolitan life. 
 
 But once or twice in a generation, there greets us 
 some genial, frank and loving nature that scatters to 
 the winds all rules and theories, makes known a 
 character as open as a book, and commands our 
 warmest friendship at a single meeting. Such was 
 Hope Reed Cody! 
 
 Since his connection with this Club, my relations 
 with him have been most intimate, and to such an 
 extent did he win my affections that I felt he was of 
 my own blood. In one of my kin I could not have 
 taken more pride or pleasure, and it is a singular 
 tribute to his nature that so many of us bore him the 
 same feeling. In the space of a lifetime those who 
 command such devotion are not many. (At present 
 I recall but one — George Driggs. ) Accordingly, this 
 blow falls heavily upon all of us. 
 
 But because the skies are dark, the sun obscured, 
 the air chilled, we cannot forget the responsibilities 
 
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 of life. Let us remember the bright day that has 
 passed and consider what of its sunlight we can 
 absorb, to guide or cheer us on our way. Let us 
 appropriate whatever of homely lesson we can from 
 the beautiful life that has gone out. 
 
 We know, now, that politics may be earnestly pur- 
 sued, even to the reward of political place, without 
 stain or contamination. We have been taught from his 
 last hours, and that pathetic message entrusted by 
 him to his brother, that, in the contest of life, in the 
 heat and sweat, we may engage in the fight for exist- 
 ence, without acrimony and yet with fervor, firmly 
 believing in a Savior and a future life, and yet with- 
 out cant or undue profession. In studying such a 
 real success as his, attained with no sting of jealousy 
 or envy, the young men of this Club in particular 
 may learn that, while unusual qualities of heart and 
 mind, inherited and acquired, contributed to the 
 result, that result would have been impossible without 
 industry. The laborious effort which resulted in the 
 magnificent banquet upon the anniversary of "the 
 first day of peace" is but an example of his labors in 
 behalf of this Club which were crowned with marked 
 success; appropriately, too, for the capacity for 
 achievement so notable in our patron saint was largely 
 due to habits of industry which were a source of con- 
 tinual surprise to his cotemporaries. 
 
 But, after all is said and analysis has exhausted
 
 itself, there remains yet unaccounted for a some- 
 thing indescribable which we designate as person- 
 ality. When we have satisfied ourselves as to all 
 the attributes of a man, we cannot combine them and 
 reproduce a character. Something is wanting. So, in 
 memory, we must bid good-bye to the perfect Hope 
 Reed Cody. The spirit which illuminated the boy 
 and the soul which animated the man have slipped 
 away and are lost, but, we believe, not lost forever. 
 We shall see him again as he was, and this will not 
 be the only reunion. The words of Horace Greeley, 
 as I remember them, come back from the past: 
 
 "God keep me worthy of thy love through the 
 long, weary years that are yet to come, till we meet 
 in the land where the loving re-unite, to be parted no 
 more forever."
 
 Ibon. 3obn C. Everett 
 
 In the long course of history few characters 
 are as pathetic as Moses. Forty years he lived 
 in the palace of the Pharaohs, receiving instruction 
 in the magic, the mysteries, the state craft and 
 the learning of the Egyptians. He rose to the 
 command of an army, was endowed with the priest- 
 hood and seemed almost to rival the great Joseph. 
 He departed from the capitol and went to dwell 
 with the shepherds in the land of Midian. For 
 forty years he lived a pastoral life in their midst, and 
 there in seclusion received the message of his great 
 mission. He returned to Egypt and became the 
 leader and lawgiver of his people, and for forty years 
 he led them in the wilderness. His struggles over, 
 he was about to enter the land of plenty when he 
 was called upon the mount. High upon the peak 
 of Pisgah he stood and beheld at his feet the land 
 of promise. He saw the fertile valleys and the 
 rushing waters, the green hillsides dotted with the pur- 
 pling vineyards, the walled cities with their treasures, 
 while over and beyond these he beheld the green 
 boughs of the cedars of Lebanon, beneath whose cool
 
 shade were rest and peace. But a voice spake from 
 the depths and he was no more. His to achieve, the 
 hope of a hundred and twenty years at his feet, yet 
 not his to enjoy. 
 
 He in whose memory we have met to-day was 
 born and reared in a home of culture and plenty. 
 He passed through the periods of childhood and of 
 youth and had conquered his way to fame in his 
 young manhood. At the early age of twenty-nine he 
 stood upon the mountain top. His friends were with- 
 out number ; from the highest in the land to the most 
 lowly, yet all meeting on an equality, in the pure 
 democracy of his friendship. Rapidly did he achieve 
 success in the affairs of the world, and yet more rap- 
 idly did he achieve the greater success of winning 
 the hearts of his fellows. Standing upon the moun- 
 tain top of their affections, a loving wife by his side, 
 his hand clasping that of a son and heir, with 
 political, professional and social advancement merely 
 awaiting his demand, surely he might look over into 
 the land of promise. At his feet lay the green valley 
 of peace and plenty, the purling of whose pure 
 streams was music to his ears; here and there were 
 the vineyards laden with the perfect fruit of his early 
 ripening joys, and beyond stood the walled cities of 
 his future achievements, while back of them lay the 
 promise of a happy old age, beneath the cool shades 
 of the forests of the cedars of Lebanon. But the
 
 voice of Immutable Destiny spake to him and he 
 hearkened unto it. The voice was strong and he 
 stayed his steps; the voice was low and said "Come," 
 and he obeyed ; and the voice was kind and said 
 "Higher, yet higher, oh my son," and he went on. 
 
 Most subtle and beautiful, most gentle and power- 
 ful of all the emotions that sway the human soul is 
 friendship. It comes into our lives like the peaceful 
 breaking of the dawn and reaches its meridian when 
 sorrow and adversity come to us ; even the night of 
 death cannot blot it out, for like a fixed star shining 
 from the depths of the remotest heavens, it yet sheds 
 its radiance about us to give us hope. 
 
 My friend is going to Rome and bids me go with 
 him. I cannot go to-day for my task is not complete 
 and he goes on. By the morrow my labor is done 
 and I follow him. Each day of my journey I wish 
 he were with me. When I am footsore I fain 
 would lean upon him; when I am weary I fain 
 would lay my head upon his breast, and when I am 
 alone I would that I might reach out my hand 
 in the darkness and again clasp his and know that 
 my soul stood not alone; yet I travel on, for this I 
 know, that when my ship shall come to port and her 
 sails are furled, I shall see standing upon the outmost 
 reaches of the harbor him whom I love; and when 
 ray voyage is done and I have come to shore, do I 
 not know that first of all the great company my 
 
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 friend shall rush upon me and clasp my hand, and 
 in that hour the long, lone journey shall be forgot. 
 
 I congratulate you, my friends, that it was given 
 to us to know Hope Reed Cody. Beautiful in life, 
 his memory is still as beautiful and strong, and the 
 encouragement of his life as great as if he were still 
 with us. 
 
 *' He scarce had need to doff his pride or slough the 
 
 dross of earth — 
 E'en as he trod that day to God so walked he from 
 
 his birth, 
 In simpleness and gentleness and honour and clean 
 
 mirth. 
 
 Beyond the loom of the last lone star, through open 
 
 darkness hurled. 
 Further than rebel comet dared or hiving star-swarm 
 
 swirled, 
 Sits he with those that praise our God for that they 
 
 served His world."
 
 Da\>i^ S. (Beer 
 
 As we come here in the presence of this 
 great mystery to-day, with shadows from the un- 
 known world casting their gloom across our path- 
 way, it is not, it seems to me, irreverent for us to 
 stop and ask each other what it means. To me it 
 is an impressive sight to stand before the portrait, in 
 which somehow the forces of nature have caught up 
 and hold before us in yonder bank of flowers and 
 ferns the likeness of our friend, and to listen to the 
 gentle and tender tones of love for him, and sympa- 
 thy for his loved ones, which we have heard ex- 
 pressed to-day. Our friend has gone down in the 
 very springtime of life, with all the sky full of prom- 
 ise. His was a life devoted to high and worthy 
 ambition; a life pure, and actuated with exalted ideas; 
 with a great capacity for leadership, an earnest zeal 
 for the promotion of every right cause. 
 
 They say he is dead; they tell us he is no more. 
 
 I cannot believe that Hope Reed Cody is dead. 
 Some philosopher has told us that 
 
 "It is only before death. 
 
 And not in death. 
 
 That death is death."
 
 This much I know, that in the great church yon- 
 der, the other day, filled with young men and old, 
 paying their respects to the last of our departed 
 friend, I thought I saw an expression of friendship 
 which it must be cannot die. Over the bier of our 
 friend there seemed to drop from the great founda- 
 tion of sympathy above the world a golden band 
 binding every troubled heart below, to the great one 
 beyond the sky of blue. Nothing that is truly good 
 can die. In nature we see the rose fall before the 
 frost, and we mourn through the winter time; but 
 in the spring, where a single flower fell, we see a 
 thousand roses bloom; and so I believe it is with 
 human life. 
 
 From his life we learn the value of honest, earn- 
 est effort; we have gathered inspiration from our 
 friendship with him, and this Club, his pride, means 
 more to you and me because Hope Reed Cody lived 
 and wrought. He has made for us an opportunity to 
 work for the greatest welfare of this community, and 
 we miss the best lesson of his life, if we fail to give 
 to those about us all that is good and true within 
 us. 
 
 To his wife and boy we would speak words of 
 tender sympathy as they sorrow alone; with his 
 brothers and sisters we jom in their deep sorrow; we 
 are inspired by the magnificent Christian faith of the 
 dear old father and mother of our departed friend,
 
 as they followed their boy to his tomb. Tender 
 hands have carried our friend back and placed him 
 among the evergreens, at the home of his birth. His 
 body rests there, his memory lingers here, and we 
 look through the tomb to the dawn of a brighter day, 
 and in the words of the great hearted man, whose 
 tears moistened and made sacred the grave of our 
 friend at Naperville, the other day, we say: "Good 
 night, Hope! We will see you in the morning." 
 
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 nmtlltam 1R. ipai^ne 
 
 A young life has been cut off just as its sun was 
 approaching meridian height. Though he had lived 
 but a short time, yet in that brief space he had 
 lived more years than many men who have lived 
 three score years and ten, and it was my privilege 
 to call him my friend. 
 
 I knew him not so well in the Hamilton Club as 
 I did in other societies which brought us nearer each 
 other. The secret of his strength lay in his ability 
 to approach any man, however great, and look him 
 in the face and say, "I want you to do this for me," 
 and that man, whoever he was, never found it in his 
 heart to say "no." 
 
 You tell me he is dead? Tell me that the chrysalis 
 on which we recently looked is Hope Reed Cody? 
 Oh, no! Hope Reed Cody is not dead. When 
 the veil of our earthly temple has been rent in 
 twain, as his has been rent in twain, when our 
 mortal shall have put on immortality, and the 
 gates are swung ajar, and our encased spirits have 
 gone into the "house not made with hands," then we 
 will not look through the glass darkly, as we are 
 looking through it to-day, but we shall meet our
 
 friend and brother face to face. "Dust thou art, to 
 dust returneth, was not written of the soul." 
 
 To give up a life like this, to be cut off from 
 this association, to have a home bereft and an 
 orphan boy left, is sad, sad indeed. But the Hamil- 
 ton Club is to be congratulated upon holding a 
 meeting of this kind at this time. Because our 
 friend, our companion and leader has gone on 
 before, greater is the burden resting upon us. Our 
 duty is not done when we have closed this memorial 
 service; we owe a duty to that aged father and 
 mother, to the bereaved wife, and it is the duty of 
 every member of this Hamilton Club to ever watch 
 the progress of, and to place a helping hand behind 
 the back of that infant child, that he shall grow and 
 develop into true manhood, and be an honor to the 
 community as was his distinguished father. It is 
 true our friend has fallen asleep. It is true we are 
 bereft. It is true he has gone. It is true that the 
 state, the city, the government, and especially the 
 Hamilton Club, all have lost a friend and we an 
 associate, one upon whom we could always rely, but 
 the fact that these things have occurred only makes 
 our duty greater, and if we live up to the high 
 standard of manhood which we should, and to which 
 our departed friend would have us, it will fall upon 
 us to see to it that the high ideals conceived by him 
 shall be faithfully executed. 
 
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 I know it would be trespassing upon your time 
 should I speak longer. My friend, your friend, has 
 gone, and though we linger but a moment, we weep, 
 we mourn, and to-morrow we take up the tasks of 
 life, but ere long we shall awake to realize that the 
 life which we hold with so much pride, and to 
 which we cling with so much tenacity, is after all 
 but the beginning of the everlasting end. To-day 
 we look through the glass darkly, and mourn; to- 
 morrow we shall see face to face, and rejoice. Now 
 we know in part; then shall we know even also as 
 we are known. 
 
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 aieian^er lb. IRcvell 
 
 I was not fortunate in having known Hope Reed 
 Cody as long as many of those present. I knew 
 him personally for about two years, but in that com- 
 paratively short time I came to feel as though I 
 had known him from boyhood. There was some- 
 thing about that youthful face, that pleasing smile 
 and bright interested eye, that gentleness of manner 
 and congeniality with all, that impressed and won 
 me as they impressed and won others. I do not 
 know when, in recent years, I felt a greater shock 
 than on taking up the morning paper nearly two 
 weeks ago and reading, "Cody is near unto death," 
 and then again in the afternoon paper, "Cody is 
 dead." 
 
 The sun was bright that day, but there was no 
 warmth in it for some of us. It seemed to me, in 
 addition to the sense of personal loss which I felt, 
 that it was the passing of the brightest individual 
 future in all our city — a future able and ready to 
 accept and conquer opportunities which were sure to 
 come. 
 
 Hope Reed Cody was a citizen of Chicago, and
 
 when we use that sometimes under-valued and mis- 
 understood word "citizen," in referring to him, you 
 know it is not misplaced. 
 
 He was not one of those citizens who merely 
 talked on the street, in the cars, or at the club and 
 then left the real battle for the other fellow. He 
 believed that his obligations as a citizen were not 
 discharged until by action and conscientious work, 
 he did something. From this feeling there came the 
 strong ambition to help the people and strengthen the 
 glory of his city. 
 
 It seemed easy for him to understand and sympa- 
 thize with other men. As the President of this Club, 
 or as the President of the Board of Election Com- 
 missioners, or as an alert and loyal attorney, he was 
 not so busily engaged but that he could find time 
 to talk to the young man in search of advice and 
 comfort, or to be constantly working and planning in 
 the interest of a purer and better municipal govern- 
 ment. Delving into the problems presented, his 
 instincts and suggestions were always honest, always 
 patriotic. 
 
 He is gone, but young though he was, we know 
 he did not live in vain. I do not believe there is 
 one in this room who was not deeply impressed, as 
 I was, by his noble character, and who will not to 
 some extent endeavor to emulate it. This is an 
 enduring monument.
 
 And so our final tribute to him is in these words 
 from Burns: 
 
 "Oh ye, whose cheek the tear of pity stains, 
 
 Draw near with pious reverence and attend; 
 Here lie the loving husband's dear remains, 
 
 The tender father and the generous friend; 
 The pitying heart that felt for human woe; 
 
 The dauntless heart that feared no human pride; 
 The friend of man, to vice alone a foe; 
 
 For e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side." 
 
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 Ibon, artbur Dixon 
 
 We are gathered this afternoon to pay a tribute of 
 honor to our late departed friend, Hope Reed Cody, 
 and we could not have chosen a more fitting place 
 to come together to do him honor than here in 
 this Club, which he loved, and which he served 
 so well. 
 
 I am glad of the privilege at this time to add my 
 testimony to what has been so eloquently expressed 
 in words and tears by the members of the Club this 
 afternoon. 
 
 In the prime of his public career and usefulness 
 he was called to his higher home. We deeply de- 
 plore his loss and would recall him if we could, for 
 we feel the need of him. We loved him for what he 
 was and we loved him for what he did. A clear and 
 bright mind, such as his, is always sublime; it is like 
 the sunrise, it awakens and glorifies everything; you 
 see and you feel its radiance. 
 
 This Club owes a great debt to Hope Reed Cody. 
 No member has ever devoted more time or energy in 
 building up this organization than he. It was his 
 foresight that planned and projected its establishment 
 in the center of this great city. This Club has lost 
 one of its most ardent advocates and devoted
 
 friends, one of its most able representatives, and 
 this city one of its truest citizens. He did much 
 to arouse and foster a national sentiment among the 
 citizens of Chicago. He well knew that the pros- 
 perity of the people demanded from this rising 
 generation a patriotism guided by religion and 
 morality. His integrity and true friendship and per- 
 suasiveness gave him an influence which made him a 
 leader among his fellow men. He was an able, bright 
 and intelligent Christian man. The press has been 
 unanimous in speaking highly of him. Difference of 
 opinion never made an enemy among them. He was 
 too big for that. He loved this Club as he loved his 
 family, and this organization will long remember and 
 speak of him with pride. 
 
 Life is like a journey at sea, coming from some- 
 where, going somewhere, daylight only after darkness, 
 now clothed in sunshine, now veiled in shadow. 
 These are our surroundings. We must go forward. 
 We must guard ourselves at all times and be ever 
 ready when death comes. For the joys of life are 
 few and its shadows are many. They chase each 
 other through life like the waves on the ocean's 
 bosom. Crosses are found on every hand in the 
 journey of life, but this life is the vestibule of 
 something better. 
 
 We all believe that his soul has gone in peace to 
 dwell with his Maker.
 
 Conrab 3» (BunMacb 
 
 In memory of our dear, beloved friend, Hope 
 Reed Cody, I desire to say that I was deeply 
 affected at the sad news of his death. I had 
 known him only about two years, but during that 
 time 1 became very much attached to him, and 
 shall always remember his charming personality as it 
 was manifested during our trip to Albany to attend 
 the inauguration of Governor Roosevelt. I have 
 traveled all over the United States and have never 
 made the acquaintance of any young or old man 
 who possessed so much magnetism as our brilliant 
 and noble leader, Mr. Cody. This brave and tender 
 man in every storm of life was oak and rock, but in 
 the sunshine he was vine and flower. He was the 
 friend of all heroic souls; he climbed the heights 
 and left all superstition far below, while on his fore- 
 head fell the golden dawning of a grander day. He 
 united a peculiar elegance of mind and manners with 
 the advantages of a pleasing person. With loyal 
 heart and with the purest hands he faithfully dis- 
 charged all public trusts. Every sweet, unselfish act 
 is now a perfumed flower. I extend to the mourners 
 my heartfelt sympathy in their affliction.
 
 abner C. jfisb 
 
 Silence is the symbol of deep grief when the 
 loss is too great to be expressed in words. Surely 
 no words of mine can adequately express the loss of 
 the Hamilton Club in the death of Hope Reed 
 Cody, and yet it is well for his associates to meet 
 together, as we do to-day, and express, as best we 
 may, our estimate of his worth. His death brings 
 to my mind the words of a great author expressing 
 "a mighty, universal truth." 
 
 ''When death strikes down the innocent and 
 young, for every fragile form from which he lets the 
 panting spirit free, a hundred virtues rise in shapes 
 of mercy, charity and love, to walk the world and 
 bless it. Of every tear that sorrowing mortals shed 
 on such green graves, some good is born, some 
 gentler nature comes. In the steps of the Destroyer 
 there spring up bright creations which defy his 
 power, and his dark path becomes a way of light to 
 heaven." 
 
 The "bright creations" that spring out of the 
 short, noble life of Hope Reed Cody, will help light 
 the pathway of every thoughtful man, young or old, 
 with whom he came in contact. That can be said of 
 
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 him, which, truthfully can be said of few men — "The 
 longer and better we knew him the more we loved 
 him." His enthusiasm in every good cause was so 
 genuine and so inspiring as to give an actual uplift 
 to every one who came within the magic sphere of 
 his influence. 
 
 No man could do, in one year of leadership, what 
 he did for the Hamilton Club, without unbounded 
 enthusiasm for the simple truth, and great ability 
 unmixed with selfish ambition. In the sense that 
 "we live in deeds, not years," Hope Reed Cody's 
 one score and nine, was longer than the three score 
 and ten allotted to many. 
 
 He so lived and so acted his part in this great 
 city that the "bright creations" springing out of his 
 blessed memory, make even the dark shadow of 
 Death to shine. 
 
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 (5C0VQC m. Bixon 
 
 It was my highly esteemed privilege to be closely 
 connected with our departed friend in his work as 
 president of the Hamilton Club, which entered 
 on a new era of prosperity under his auspices. 
 He took pride in his association with our Club, 
 convinced of the greatness of its mission and 
 active and fruitful career. His executive and plat- 
 form ability, energy and enthusiasm, combined with 
 youthfulness, fitted him admirably to meet and direct 
 the life of our Club into positive channels of inspira- 
 tion to all. 
 
 It gives me pleasure to say that never in my life 
 did I meet with a more genial soul nor one more 
 intensely loyal. He always remained close to the 
 members. He was their friend and they rewarded 
 him. He never led a man astray, and never promised 
 anything that he would not perform; never counseled 
 work that he would not have done himself. 
 
 "God's finger touched hira, and he slept." 
 
 He was so young and so virile that I did not 
 think of him as likely to be taken from us for years. 
 His death is a loss which, not only the Hamilton 
 
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 Club, but the community at large, feels and deeply 
 deplores. Permit me to assure you that I suffer keenly 
 this loss. He was my friend and had my confidence, 
 my respect and my admiration. I was always 
 impressed with his simplicity and perfect naturalness. 
 There was nothing of affectation or show about him. 
 
 "None knew thee but to love thee, 
 None named thee but to praise." 
 
 "Yea, that is life: make this forenoon sublime, 
 This afternoon a psalm; this night a prayer, 
 And time is conquered and thy crown is won."
 
 Less than two hundred years ago many of the 
 intelligent and good people of England believed 
 in the divine right of kings, and were ready to 
 defend the doctrine by the sacrifice of position, 
 wealth and life. We are glad that we are living 
 on the threshold of the twentieth century, under the 
 inspiring folds of the Stars and Stripes, which 
 stand for liberty and the equal rights of all men, 
 and that the paramount doctrine taught and de- 
 fended by the intellect and conscience of America 
 is the divine right of man to rise from the humble 
 walks of life to that of a leader, a king and a ruler 
 of his fellow men. 
 
 In looking over the pages of history we are forced 
 to the conclusion that there was but one Caesar, one 
 Romulus, one Napoleon, one Cromwell, one Washing- 
 ton and but one Grant. Men have suddenly appeared 
 upon the arena of political action, and, as it were wit'h 
 a mighty rush, have stepped up higher and reached 
 out farther than their contemporaries or associates. 
 
 Not quite five years ago I made the acquaintance 
 of Hope Reed Cody. My relations with him arose
 
 from the fact that I was a member of the Hamilton 
 Club and a member of another society of which at 
 one time he was president or presiding officer. From 
 my first acquaintance with him I was attracted toward 
 him and was compelled, as the result of a close study 
 of him, to recognize him as a leader and a born 
 ruler of men. It was as natural for him to lead as 
 it is for some others to follow. His life, his leader- 
 ship, his intrinsic worth and the splendid influence 
 that he exerted among his companions and associates 
 will ever live as an incentive to the young men of our 
 city and nation, teaching them that politically they can 
 wield an influence in civic affairs, that they can be 
 powerful factors and at the same time be young men 
 of splendid moral characters and high and inspiring 
 religious convictions. I would that, as his mantle 
 falls, it might be touched by the divine wand and sep- 
 arated into myriads of like mantles and fall upon the 
 young men of our country, inspiring them with like 
 ambitions and hopes to follow in his footsteps and 
 thus pass down to the ages which are to come, 
 characters worthy of emulation. 
 
 To the bereaved widow and fatherless son there 
 has come an irreparable loss. It will not only be 
 months but years before they can in any measure be 
 reconciled; from the standpoint of human vision they 
 are to be pitied; words of sympathy may to them be
 
 meaningless words. We can only say to them: 
 "Think not of your loved one as dead, but as alive, 
 having passed within the veil, for a little while not 
 to be seen; his deeds do follow him." 
 
 To the venerable parents of Hope Reed Cody 
 there is left the heritage of a magnificent life.
 
 Ibopt Iking 
 
 Hope Reed Cody is dead. My first thought 
 is not of the loss to the Hamilton Club, the com- 
 munity, the state or the nation. It is of the 
 broken home, the source from which springs happi- 
 ness, inspiration and purpose. Without the home 
 existence is almost barren. The light of that home 
 has gone out. The little things so carefully accumu- 
 lated to make the home attractive are valueless. To 
 look upon the things he loved is to feel an added 
 grief. 
 
 We cannot grieve for him who has left a world 
 of trouble, but we grieve for the lonely wife, the 
 innocent baby boy, the broken-hearted mother, the 
 grief-stricken father, the loving brothers and sisters. 
 The wife has lost a companion, but has a heritage 
 to comfort her in their boy, whose development was 
 to have been an ever increasing source of happiness 
 to them both. The mother has parted from a son 
 who but yesterday, it seems to her, was learning to 
 smile, to lisp, to toddle about the old home at Naper- 
 Tille. His childish doings and sayings are fresh in
 
 her mind, yet he has already passed through a bril- 
 liant life, and gone. The father finds his cherished 
 ambitions for his boy suddenly blighted by the im- 
 partial hand of death. The brothers and sisters feel 
 that a large interest in life has been taken from them. 
 
 We can scarcely reconcile ourselves to this loss. 
 No matter at what age or under what circumstances 
 we lose one dear to us, death is a blow that dazes at 
 first; then we pity ourselves. I pity myself that I 
 have lost a friend. I pity the community that it has 
 lost one of its noblest sons. His large heart was 
 filled with brotherly love for each of his many friends. 
 On them he showered his goodness without expecta- 
 tion of other return than love. If he made enemies 
 we do not know them. 
 
 His is a rare instance of a life that goes on after 
 death. It has inspired to higher ideals everyone who 
 knew him well. We have all of us stepped to a 
 higher plane. If there was jealousy of each other in 
 our hearts it is replaced by kindly feeling. If there 
 was a selfish aim, a generous and honorable ambition 
 has taken its place. If there was a false idea of 
 political duties existing in our minds, it has given 
 way to a wholesome public spirit. 
 
 His life was one of deeds. He took his place 
 naturally as our leader, because his activity placed 
 him in the fore and we never questioned his right to 
 leadership, because he never claimed more than he
 
 had earned by ceaseless effort and untiring energy. 
 Let his memory be kept ever green lest we forget 
 those ideals he has placed before us. 
 
 "Alike are life and death 
 
 When life in death survives, 
 And the uninterrupted breath 
 Inspires a thousand lives." 
 
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 TIClarwicF? H, Sbaw 
 
 In the death of Hope Reed Cody we mourn the 
 loss of one whose quahties of heart, soul and mind 
 have endeared him to all. 
 
 Another noble heart has ceased to beat, and the 
 soul of Hope Reed Cody has passed from our midst 
 into that life toward which are set the steps of every 
 man whose path is Godward. 
 
 In his earthly tabernacle we loved him, for he 
 was to us a brother. We think of him in his home 
 beyond as performing some noble task, some useful 
 duty, in obedience to the will oi his Maker. 
 
 By us who knew him his memory will ever be 
 cherished as that of one whose talents were God-given, 
 whose lofty aims, whose courage and whose endeavors 
 had made an exceptional life. 
 
 We are bereft; we have lost the companionship 
 of him who was to us most precious in our personal 
 relationship with him. His delightful presence and 
 his genial personal influence have gone from us. But 
 God had use for him elsewhere. He had been faith- 
 ful in those things over which he had been set. He 
 
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 has been called to perform higher and nobler duties 
 in the great beyond, of which there is a promise to 
 every man who, like him, has obeyed those higher 
 behests which have been implanted in his soul. 
 But though he has gone, his spirit and his life 
 remain with us, and their influence will continue to 
 assist us in building up our characters, and in carry- 
 ing out the labors that are before us. 
 
 Can aught be said of him in praise that is not 
 true? Can we speak too highly of him whose very 
 death is an inspiration to us all? Everyone who 
 knew him will attest that he lived in so true, so 
 noble and high-minded a spirit that to know him 
 was a privilege and an inspiration toward higher and 
 better aims. 
 
 The influence of his life, and the influence of his 
 passing from us, will not soon be forgotton in this 
 community. Greater inspiration to strive for the wel- 
 fare of our commonwealth could not be given than 
 that afforded by the life, the work and the death of 
 our beloved brother. He is dead, but out of his 
 death springs a new life in those whose good fortune 
 it was to come within his influence, a new ambition 
 and an inspiration to labor for the uplifting of the 
 civil, political and social life of our countrymen. 
 
 We know the purity of his family life, and as we 
 think of all that his immediate family has lost, his 
 wife, his boy, his aged father and mother, his broth- 
 
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 ers and sisters, o?ar hearts bleed for them in their 
 bereavement, and in our utter helplessness we can 
 but say: "God's comfort and love bind up their 
 broken hearts until the time when we all, on that 
 bright day, which comes sooner or later to each and 
 every one of us, shall meet him in that kingdom 
 where there is no night." 
 
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 (5i^eon £, IRewman 
 
 The best, the bravest knight of all has gone down 
 before that relentless foe, against whose assault courage 
 and skill are alike unavailing. 
 
 His loss to the public is great, but his loss to 
 the individual is greater. No man could be associated 
 with Hope Reed Cody and not be his "best" — for 
 he continually inspired those about him with a high 
 purpose and infused them with new power. 
 
 In him, we saw the highest possibilities in manhood 
 realized, and instinctively we sought to raise ourselves 
 to his standard. 
 
 His vision was clear and comprehensive, and his 
 title to "leader" was natural and absolute. 
 
 His judgment was unerring, and to win his approval 
 was reward sufficient. 
 
 He has gone from us, and I have tried to say "It 
 is well," but I cannot yet see my way clear. A cloud 
 has drifted over our vision, and we see Hope Cody 
 no more; but he is still with us; his hand is upon 
 our shoulders and his voice sounds in our ears. 
 
 I look about me and I see Hope reflected in 
 many taces here. In the administration of the affairs
 
 of this Club, in the councils of the Executive officers, 
 in the various committees, Hope is everywhere. 
 
 We may no longer tell him our love, but what he 
 would do, what he would desire shall be our guide. 
 
 His memory is our richest heritage, and shall in- 
 spire us with courage in difficulty, patience in effort, 
 and a larger love for all.
 
 Elbert ]£♦ Crowlep 
 
 If ever I longed for the power to fittingly 
 express to you, my fellow members of the Hamilton 
 Club, my thought and feeling, it is now. I would 
 that I could bring a fitting tribute of love and 
 honor to our beloved friend and leader. But I 
 cannot. The just pride I feel in having brought 
 his application for membership to our Club — and 
 in having nominated him for his first official posi- 
 tion as a member of our Board of Directors — is 
 lost in the grief of my heart, as to-day, with each of 
 you, I mourn the loss of him who, as so many of us 
 feel, was closer than a brother. Life can have for 
 me no relation with my fellow-man dearer and sweeter 
 than mine with Hope Reed Cody. His memory shall 
 be my inspiration in private life and his record my 
 ideal in public life.
 
 April 14, 1870. 
 
 The tender shoots of Love spring forth 
 
 Like blossoms from the sod; 
 The yearning of a mother's heart 
 
 Communes direct with God. 
 
 The shower passes but it leaves 
 Bright dew the flowers to grace; 
 
 The prayer that reaches God's own ear 
 Beams on the infant's face. 
 
 Nor cloud shall dim nor storm destroy 
 
 The beauty of that hour; 
 Nor grief o'erwhelm nor death efface 
 
 That look of winsome power. 
 
 April 10, i8gg. 
 
 True grandeur comes to those alone 
 
 Who strive in faith, and fight 
 To win; no matter where or when, 
 
 If ever for the right. 
 
 Grand epoch of a country's weal, 
 
 'Tis here thy conflicts cease! 
 For he who always craved for Love 
 
 Prayed long for lasting Peace 
 
 To dwell in brothers' hearts and make 
 
 His land forever blest; 
 One thought, one wish, one heart, one soul; 
 
 Then could he go to rest.
 
 Noveviber y, j8gg. 
 
 The darkness comes, the Hght is gone 
 
 From out our hearts to-day; 
 On bended knees we plead for help, 
 
 And God says, "Ever pray. 
 
 Henceforth, that ye, his dearest ones. 
 
 May live as he ye knew; 
 That when the call shall come at last, 
 
 Ye be amongst the few 
 
 That chose his path and lived his life, 
 And longed for Love and Peace; 
 
 Then Earth shall profit by his loss, 
 His fame shall e'er increase." 
 
 —John B. Porter.
 
 MC CUi«S A CO 
 CHICAGO
 
 UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS-URBANA 
 
 BC6713H C001 
 
 IN MEMORY OF HOPE REED CODY, BORN APRIL 
 
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