Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1873-02-05

ANNAA AAH SO
Mss LnrI nndge.

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name stands at the head OF this article
to pass unobserved. would seem to be a
great neglect. or Al omission CT due res
pect for eminent worth.
Miss Lucy Dodge was born 10 the town
ofJohnson, W.. nearly sixty years ago.
Sac enjoyed but Indifferent opportunities
for obtaining an education; yet 10 quite
early life. she became fitted FOR teach
err, aud the most Of her active working
DAYS were spent in the schOol.rOom-a
sphere Of activity aud influence in which
for quarter of a century she enjoyed an
eryiable reputation. Several years since,
under the ministrations Of Rev. james
Dougheriy, d. d., of johnson, she EN-
braeed religion, and united with the Con-
grecatiCnal church. About five years ago
she removed to Stockton. Cal, the rest
denee Of brother, where, after brief
illness, on Dee II, 1872, she passed to
her cyerla'iing reward.
10 many respects the subject Of this
sketch was a woman Of very rare worth.
She had mind of uncommon vigor. She
was emphaticaliy thinker She was
cord ally IL sympathy with the best liter.
a,ure, and the best thought Of the age.
She was earnest. Earnest indeed, in
whatever she undertook, was one Of her
characteristic qualities. Whatever she
addressed herself to, she always meant
business. Hence, her success as a teach
er. This trait was especially prominent
when after mature dcliberation, she final
ly consecrated herself TO Christ. The
conservation was complete. Henccforth
the cross, Gods will, His love, His tender
care, where all her theme. These were
ever upPermost in, and occupied quite all
her thought
She Heed for Others. She was pre-em.
Incntly burden bearer; always ready to
weep with those that weep. She was en-
phalically sympathizirg friend. Her
woman's hand was always outstretched,
and her womans heart was always deeply
interested on behalf Of every struggling,
suffering one.
She was ever the friend aud confdant
Of the young. In her feelings, at least.
she newer seemed to grow old. To the
last her young friends gathe ed about her,
and in the ease and freedom of her inter.
course with them, forgot that shO was old
or than themselves.
Patient was she, and long-sufTering, and
seIf.sacrifcing to the last degree Her life
indeed may be said to have been laid
down, ct last, on the altar of lraternal af-
lection. Yet she was ever cheerful. What
ever hen sorrows, and she had many aud
bitter ones. she never suffered these to
darken the pathway or owe: shadow ofan-
other. A smile. and a kind word and
warm hand had she for every one.
Ofthc closing scenes oflhis noble, tru-
| ly Christian womau's career, the writer
knows nothing. They must have been
peaceful. Her remains were conveyed to
johnson, where they arrived Oh Friday,
Dec 27tb, when an appropriate funeral
discourse. in the presence Of a crowded
congregation of mourners, was delivered
by DR.. James Dougherty. She is now at
rest. LIES ftful fever, and its tOil and
its struggle, with her, are over. Most
fittingly, as well as eloquently, did the
venerable preacher lead the thoughts and
meditatons of the mourning friends,
upon the occasion of tie funeral, under
the auspices Of these words: "And
heard voice from heaven saying unto
me, Write, Blessed are the dead who die
in the Lord, from hcnceforth, Yea, saith
thu Spirit, that they may rest from their
labors and their works do follow them. u
(Rev. IA: 49,
AS she lay in her coffin the deceased
held in her hand boquet made up of flow.
ers and wheat hence the appropriateness,
in this connection, Of the following beau
tilul poem, whose authorship is unknown
10 the ter.
We beant to-day o'er a coflined form,
And our tears fell softly down
We looked our last on the sanity face
With its lcok of peace, its painted grace,
And hair like a fadeless crown"
"We touched cur own to the clay-c old hands
From life's long Labor Mt rest
And among the blossoms white and sweet,
! We noted bunch Of golden wheat,
Clasped close to the silent breast''
The blossoms whispered of f,deless bloom,
Ola land where fall no tears
The ripe wheat told of toll and care,
The patient waiting, the trusting prayer,
The garuered good of the years.
4 "Wc knew not what work her hands had
found. r
What rugged places her feet
What cross was hers, what blackness ofnicht
We saw but the pence, the blossoms white,
And the bunch Of ripened wheat -