The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1867-02-23

Miss l.. caroline Jones died on Wednesday
last the Goth day of February, 1867. And it
seems only just and BETTING that life SO
pure and so useful should not pass away with
out some special recognition and tribute, in
the community where she lived, and was so
well known-fOr it will be admitted by COM
mon consent, among those who knew her well,
that but very few in any sphere of life, have
better performed their part and carried to
tneir grave fairer record of well DONG s
Miss Jones had rare traits of character and
she filled her life full of useful activity and
good deeds. Her early education was conduct.
ed under the best tuition afforded by this her
native city. She made rapid advancement
and was favorite pupil of some of the best
instructors of the time. Her father, Captain
John Jones, died while she was yet young, and
her mother was taken from her side Just as
she was entering into the prime of woman
hood. Thus left an orphan, together with a
younger and surviving sister, she was school
ed to self-reliance and soon developed that
womanly capableness and efficiency which dis
tinguished her subsequent life. She soon be-
came, from natural aptitude and competent
instruction, an accomplished accountant.
and all her affairs were transacted with the
care, intelligence, and accuracy that belong to
mercantile life. She was widely known here
by almost every class of our citizens, and also.
20 hundreds abroad in different parts of the
country, some of whom are, or have been
among the most distinguished names. and she
was held in great respect and esteem by all
who knew her, from the humblest to the most
exalted. With the most unassuming manners,
she has always maintained, by a natural dig
nifty and selfrespect high social position,
and in her social life it was, that her fine quail
tiles OF mind and heart were most apparent
As no heart was ever more tender, SO no hand
was ever more efficient and prompt according
to Its means. And this genuine goodness gave
color, and flavor to all her intercourse with
the world. 1t was fine essence rather than
a visible or tangible quality. 1t was hidden
and active leaven leaving no distinct trace of
itself, but pervading the whole loaf with a
sweet and wholesome SAVIOR. 1t was life
principle in all her doings, and in all her
thoughts. Thus, on the common level of life
and within the ordinary range of daily exis-
terce, she carried herself nobly, and had but
lew equals in that order, symmetry, frankness,
tenderness and fidelity, which makes human
Character admirable. But in the higher sphere,
on the higher plane of life, in the realm of
faith and the higher sentiments, she was by no
means lacking. True as the needle, and firm
er than steel was she to her religious convic-
lions, and to the form of worship to which she
was allied, and in which she was nourished
from childhood. While in her faith she lore
Catholic spirit, and kept her mind open and
hospitable to new truth, she did not lose the
distmctness of her views in any glittering
generalities of opinion. So the great senti-
ment OF patriotism was part of her nature
II was deeply implanted principle, always
alive, and often aglow with genuine fervor.-
But few men had more true public spirt. or
watched with more PRIDE or a more con-
slant and enlightened interest, the progress
and welfare of her native city; and hundreds
remember her faith, and zeal, and labors in the
nations cause, all through the late fea rful
struggle of our country with treason Who
showed more persistent patriotism, or watch
ed with keener interest the issues of the
conflict? Thus was it with her whole life
purity, hdelity and honor always conspicuous
In every relation we find her to be one whose
life may be profitably pondered, and the men,
DRY of whose virtues will sink deep and lincer
long in the hearts of those who best knew and
most loved her.
We would place this humble wreath of pub
lie tribute upon her sleeping dust While
hundreds of our fellow citizens will drop tear
Of affection and respect over her bier, and will
follow her with benedictions out into the deep
stiffness of yonder grave, and its dreamless
sleep Is.
"There shall the yew her sable branches spread,
And mournful cypress rear her ffinged head;
From thence shall thyme and myrtle send perfume,
And laurel evergreen o'ershade the tomb"