Ingersoll's Brother:
When the brother of Col. Ingersoll died, the great apostle of unbelief came to pay his last tribute to his devoted brother.
He stood there by the grave, with one hand resting upon his brother's coffin. The tears rained down his cheeks as he said something like this: "Life is a dark and barren valley between the cold, ice-clad peaks of two eternities. We strive sometimes to look beyond the darkness for the light. Sometimes we cry for help. There comes back to us nothing but the echo of our own cry."
Then Ingersoll the skeptic bowed his head on his hands and sat down weeping.
Moody's Brother:
When a brother of D. L. Moody died, representative men from New York City came to speak at his funeral.
D. L. Moody leaned his elbow on the coffin. His face was bathed in tears as he said: "Friends and neighbors, I thank God that He ever gave me a brother. I thank Him also that He permitted me to lead him to Jesus. I thank God that I can now look down into his face and know that I shall see him again."
Moody stood a moment with hands uplifted and eyes looking into eternity. Suddenly he shouted in such triumphant tones that the multitude around could not fail to hear him: "O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?"