The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1870-05-10
For the REGISTER. III.
A Tribute to the Memory Of the De-
parted.

friends, aud familiar faces" have passed
from earth, to be here no more forever.
Our thoughts now revert to the village
of NJ, and its residents; which is endear
ed to us by many pleasing associations, of
an early, and later day.
In the midst Of busy life, amid the in
creasing prosperity and beauty Of the
village, death has been frequent guest
Unbidden he came, needing neither pray
ers nor tears. At the touch Of his icy
breath, stern manhood, weaker manhood,
and fragile childhood, succumbed like
exotics before the tempest's blast while
naught remains to tell that they have
been, save those works which soon perish
and fond memories, clustering around the
hearts of the beloved, leaving undying
fragrance there.
The names of those who are gone before
are too well known to need mention yet
We find it hard to refrain from speaking
those of few. Cashier Warner, for
many years a resident of NJ. A profess
sing Christian, kind father loving hus-
band, and much esteemed citizen. As
one of the leading men in religious, social,
and business relations, his loss was much
felt, and greatly deplored. Mrs w.,
lovely, intelligent, and amiable; happy
/ in the domestic relations, and in future
anticipation, when her brow would be
cncrcled with the wreath of maternity,
and baby lips would press her own. But
ah, death relentless came unheeding a
mothers tears, the second time. He tore
the wreath from her fair brow ; and, per-
chance, thought to atone for the rash act
by again uniting them in indissoluble
bonds in that world above.
Celestia, and Mary, sisters and only
daughters. Wives u few short years.
then consumption, that scourge of north
ern climcs, laid its blighting hand upon
them. Celestia first, then Mary, still
young and fair, both sleep in early graves.
An, Mary we cannot think of thee as
dead so short the time seems since thou vert
glowing with life and health, joyous and
happy; when new ties were formed, and
all mothers joys and cares were thine.
Death came. He culled the blossom,
then the parental tree was rent in twain.
Will they not live again, and bloom with
renewed vigor and beauty, meath more
congenial skies than ours, "where summer
always reigrs?' No death, no sickness
there, nor pain. Mrs. ID. happy in her
home and friends, so short time bride,
when sickness laid her low, she arose for
time, but oh, our hopes were vain The
hectic flush, the cough, the pains too
well we knew the spoilers hand was sur
rounding, one by one, 1.-The golden cord
of life" so frail ,and yet, so 10th to sever
'Twixt hope and fear, friends watched be.
side her dying couch, It'll the Death An
gel come and bore her suffering wearied
. spirit home. Why doubt that those who
; loved the Saviour here on earth, shall
dwell with Him above; Then Nette
loving, lovely, and winning in manners, a
protesting Christian, with great persever.
, ance she had acquired an accomplished
musical education. But ere she had
reached the noon of life, with skies SC
bright above, and possessing those cult
waited tastes, and those high moral princi
$ pies, and that wish that her young friend
, might be made better by her examples
she passed away to join the loved one
a gone before, father, mother, and sisters
! Then little Willie Hyde, his fragile, littl,
0 body and beautiful, intelligent face
). When death had set his signet on hi
C brow, said, Mamma, see the angels.
a Who can doubt the angels hover'd 'roun,
n his dying couch, and bore him tenderl.
n to the arms of living Saviour? Du
!, gald Stewart in manhood, noble prime
S father, husband, friend and brother.
c All death. thy ways are inscrutabp
: The aged, the feeble, and those JUST en-
!, tering the great arena of life are left t
Il stem its tide, while the strong pillars o
n state, the support and stay of our country
d are one by one, withdrawn, bowing t
u deaths stern decree May their upright
e and noble manhood be perpetuated il
l. those who are to take their places iii so
e ciety. How often comes the thought t
it each and every one, whom will deaf
h next claim you or I, dear friend? W
l. may be hoping to spend many days, an
G even years in this world and in an hou
e when we think the death angel most dis
d tant, he is even at our doors. Oh life
G oh death thou art to us a wondrou
p mystery. The greatest philosophers, til
st most learned diviues, the wisdom of a
d the living, and of those who have gon
1t before have not been able to solve til
= great problem. We know that the Make
le of all took upon Himself our earthly na
in lures, that he died and. rose again tina
a we might have faith to believe. Oh
d mortal, why doubt, when Jesus came o
le triumphant over death ? How often th
t. most beautiful passage comes to my mine
f " l am the resurrection and the life, h
that believeth on me, though he wer
dead, yet he shall live, and whose livet
r and believeth, shall never de-" Is thi
le not enough to strip death of its terror
J. and the grave of its gloom Our Saviou
Is hath lain there, should it have terrors 70
.e us? God give us faith if we cannot Sc
l. through its darkness, to look beyond, an
ID trust His infinite mercy that we ma
y meet the loved ones who have gone before
and with them enjoy that " divine life
+ to the fullest extent of which we are ca
d pable.
3, Since the above was written, Nj
1t Welch and Mrs. Huntington have passe
/" away. Let the mourning remember
!. d" God doeth all things we'll"
!. o. s.
v Hancock, April oath 1870.
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