Henry C. Lund

JUDGE HENRY C. LUND Born Ephraim, Utah, April 13, 1873; died Salt Lake City. Utah, September 5, 1925 HENRY C. LUND Henry C. Lund, son of the late President Anthon H. Lund and of Sarah Ann Peterson Lund, died in Salt Lake City, September, 5, 1925. Judge Lund, who throughout his life had been blessed with remarkable health and energy was called at the age of fifty-two after an unexpected illness of only a few weeks. Born in Ephraim, Utah, April 13, 1873, he spent his early boyhood there, and later he attended the Brigham Young Academy, in Provo, and still later graduated with honors from the Ann Arbor Law School. Immediately after graduation, he opened law offices in Salt Lake City where he remained until his death. Judge Lund met his future bride, Julia A. Farnsworth, while at school in Provo and they were married, in the Salt

HENRY C. LUND 1181 Lake Temple, September 20, 1899. The love and devotion resulting from this union have been an inspiration to all who have known Brother and Sister Lund. There seven children, five sons and two daughters, all except a baby boy who died in infancy, are living to revere the memory of a most beloved father. Brother Lund was active in both civic and religious capacities. While in Ephraim, and later in the 18th Ward of Salt Lake City, he was superintendent of the Sunday School. At the time of his death he was a member of the Y. M. M. I. A. General Board, and teacher of the Parents' Class of the 21st ward. After an extended private practice at law, he was appointed Judge of the City Court. His memory will long live in the hearts of the poor and friendless especially, who were brought before him to receive justice. To the many relatives and friends who really knew Henry C. Lund, he was a personality of wondrous sweetness and cheer. Children adored him and felt without reserve the spirit of undying youth and love in him. His wealth of friendship reached out not only to the influential and successful, but to the unfortunate and poor who were most in need of his unselfish love. — V. F. A. .... If You Would be Great If. my dear friend, you would be great You've only to be kind and good. You need'not rule the land or state. For all are great whose lives arc good. It docs not take a prince or king To guide the wand'rer back to grace: A melody, to softly sing. To keep som: youth from dire disgrace. It does not take a man of fame To help the aged along their way; To make the wicked blush with shame, Befriend the lass who went astray. It does not take a surgeon's skill To cheer those who lie sick in bed, That room with happiness I'd fill By noble deeds or kind words said. I'd rather far be just a friend, To some poor soul who needed me, Than gain renown and riches spend, And rob my soul of charity. If I would long remembered be, Some spot be honored where I stood, Known far and wide from sea to sea I'd write my name by doing good. El Paso, Texas ALFHA J. TAYLOR