Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1873-06-05
Rutland Dailg 9erald.
FIFE RUTLAND HERALD
memorial Services


The services in memory of Cyrus Mar
,in Fisher and his wife, Mary J. Grip |
levi Fisher, were .solemnized in the
church at Center Rutland, yesterday.
The church was very tastefully decorat-
ol for the occasion. In the rear to the
left az YOU enter, was this text of Scrip
trre. "The earth and the sea shall give
rntbeir dead :" and on the right, in the
came relative position -"And there shall
ho M narting there with a hand in the
center pointing upward. In front of the
desk was a largeand very life-like picture
of each of the deceased; that of Mr.. Fish
or on the right, and that of Mrs. Fisher
on the left, both being surrounded by a
reen vine. In the center Of the desk,
between the two pictures was their mon
ocram wrought in flowers. Directly IN
front OF the desk was the representa-
ton of bier, and lying on the top of
which was a cross, with flowers strewn
in graceful profusion. Around the whole
and on the cover of the desk was ar
ranged green trailing vine, as II saying
in mute but touching and expressive Ian
guage, ''your names shall be ever green
/, our momory." The near relatives
of the deceased occupied the pews near
eat the pulpit. on the left of the speak
er. And what pathetic sight to see
TIE aged father, with his hoary head,
which is to him a ''crown of glory,
whitened with the frosts of time; the
two mothers, the brothers and sisters, be-
sides Others of various degrees of rela-
tionship, down to the mere child. All
came witheone accord, at this time, to
nav feeling tribute to memory of the
loved and lost.
The pulpit was occupied by Revs. c.
f. Burdick, w. ]. Harris, James Gibson
Johnson. w. w. Atwater and Mr..
Canol. Three of these gentlemen, Messrs.
Burdick, Atwater, and Canol, were for
merly, at different times, pastors in
charge of this church.
The services opened by singing the
ahant, "Pass over to thy rest, followed
by reading the Goth Psalm, and the 18th
CHAPTER of 1st Corinthians, from the
35th verse, by Rev. Mr.. Harris. Rev.
Mr.. Johnson then offered one OF the
most touching, pathetic and tender pray
,ers abounding in comforting assuran
,ces to the afflicted. that it has ever been
our lot to listen to. At the conclusion
OF the prayer, the choir sang Jesus,
Lover of My Soul" after which Rev.
Mr. Burdck rose, and in most pathetic
manner, and in beautiful and expressive
lancua, e, paid touching tribute to the
memory of the dead We can give but
faint idea OF this tender offering from
their gifted frie nd, in the following briet
abstract of the di >course
For the first time 10 my life, seem to
be wholly unnamed BY the duties OF the
hour. The circumstance that has drawn
us here was a calamity surrounded oy
gloom that a sunbeam can Ncarcely pen
citrate. My feelings are suco thal my
manhood forsakes me at once. b8u
long and familiar acquaintance VIII
Mrs. Fisher, and am more ut 10 pe
mourner here to-day than the speaker
We came here to-day to pay simple
tribute to the departed, who are gone
with a guide to the divine home, where
there is no night Death and christianity
are with us here to-day. Christianity
throws a ray across the souls gloom and
illumines the otherwise dark places
Hushed be the voices of the world while
we worship here. We come to shed oul
tears for, not over the dead. How sac
is a funeral without coffin or clay
with no pall-bearers or hearse, and ne
funeral service. We pause to weep, fol
tears have Language all their own.
1.-THE hope of that world whose existence IL
bliss
May not stihe the tears of the mourner il
this
Here. in this little chapel, she ant
these mourners worshipped in happ,
days gone by; but the changes of TWEEN
ty-fiye wears have left their impression
on this weather-beaten sanctuary and OF
those who worshipped therein, and TIN
reminds us that decay and death hav'
been busy in this family circle. Th'
beauty of these years has been plowet
over with the furrows of age and care
Two of the family have gone. One
Mrs. Myers, left US years ago; the ange
whispered a word which had the sounC
of DEATH and sudden gloom fell on thu
house, and two angels went out from
that home where but one came in. Th'
other, Mrs Fisher, with her husband
lies, someN here buried, in the deep blut
sea, lost on Goard the steamship Allan
tic; and it is this sad event that brings
us here. Born in Middlebury in 1884
she died at 80 years of age. Ny ac
quaintance with her began years ago
when pastor of this church the attach
ment which began then ripsped into
strong and lasting friendship.
She was ingenious, thoughtful AMI
unsophisticated. Her moral and relg
ious convictions date back to childhood
They were the sentiments and convic
tions of her early life. In 1868 she wa
married in Vergennes to Mr.. c. M
Fisher, young lawyerof eminent socia
and literary qualities, giving pfolniee o
conspicuous usefulness in his cboeas