There is a unique beauty and tenderness about the hour of sunset. The sun impresses its memory upon a darkening world by tinting the western sky with its most original and harmonious colors. The last hour of the day is its most beautiful and memorable.

So it is in human relations. The tender beauty of sunset glows from the hour of farewell. We say goodbye to those who are not so intimate but reserve the last precious moments to those nearest our hearts. And after all else is forgotten we remember the pressure of the hand, the quiver of the voice, the tears in the eyes, the lasting impressions of the sunset hour. These impressions have a still greater intensity when we say our final farewell to a loved one, when the sunset is the end of life’s little day, when the memory imprinted is the y…