The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1876-05-03
IN MEyIORI.AM.
Mrs. VIM. u Foreman.

Again has the shsdowy wings of the
Dark Angel swept across our threshold,
and another OF our dear ones has gone
TO swell the chorus of the redeemed in
Heaven. Another link is missing in the
chain of our affectiOns-missing forever
here, but, blest thought, it is braided al
ready among the many bright ones that
encircle the Fathers throne.
Fast are our treasures accommodating
there one by one are they being gather
ed away from the dust and toll of life's
dreary way, into the warm and loving
fold on that
ashore where tidoloss sleep the seas of time,
Soft by the city of the saints Of God.'
Whv, | often wonder, do we allow our
hearts to be so bitterly wrung when the
spectre boat and the "boatman pale"
touches our shore and bears of another
elect Why do we not rather send up
song of praise and thanksgiving to Him
who dispatches that phantom bark on its,
to us, dread errand, and guides it in its
lonely passage across the cold river whose |
wave washes the evergreen strand of JOY |
Especially in this last dspensation of
God.-notwithstanding the fact that &he
peculiarly mournful circumstances con-
nected Herewith have left a most deep and |
solemn impression on the minds and |
hearts Of aIl-should we try to subdue |
every selfish thought at our heart, and
think of the happy change for her over
whose poor human breast the waves and |
pillows of affection had so heavily surged
She has found after all her weary toss
ings, haven where she may rest,
-"remem bering not
The meanings of the sea-"
Aye had she been sorely tried. God |
knows what keys in the human heartto |
touch, in order to draw out its most per-
feet melody in homage to Himself and
He saw fit to wake from her soul strains
of sadness and sorrow.
Once He had given her tiny blossom
to nOurish with fostering care, and when
it grew into the bright consummate flow
err" lie called it home and left her weep
ing and desoate. Just one year ago since |
our Mary, beautiful Mary Foreman Grit |
fin, vanished like a snow wreath from
our gate, and was wrought into the Sa-
vior's crown Then were the eyes of
the sorrown5 mother raised TO that Won
derful cline whittier Mary had fled, and |
which was veiled from her aching sight |
Then it was that the immortal hope made |
itself heard in the midst of her sorrow, |
sweet and joyful breathing stream, and |
the hand of faith welded the wand OF
prayer till the sun OF Righteousness shone
upon her spirit with vivifying warmth
and cheering light, and the water of lie
gushed over her soul. When satisfied of
her regeneration, she attached herself to |
the Methodist Episcopal Church South,
bravely resolving to tread on in meekness
and resignation the dark pathway OF suf>
fering appointed Eer, but the heart hun
ger, and quenchless yearning which noth-
ing here could satisfy undermined the
foundation of her health, and as her
strength declined, she withdrew all inter-
est and sympathy in earthly scenes and
pleasures and contracted habit Of con-
slant communion with God and Heaven
breating for herself divine atmosphere
in which she moved and breathed. She
looked forward to death as a welcome re-
lease from her sorrow-willing 10 leave
her husband and boy in the hands of
never failing Comforter. Her life was
sanctifed by patience and suffering, and a
steady endeavor to discharge efficiently
the duties Of wife and mother. In society,
she was quiet, but indulging the calm
grace and gentle order OF her department,
were rich treasures of energy and force.
OF her religious experience she spoke
with difiidence and humility ever regard
ing herself as utter nothingness, impor-
tence and unworthiness of herself, yet felt
not the slightest doubt of her acceptance
with God, and the one thought of her life,
after her great sorrow, was to die and be
with her loved ones again. AS she said
to our kind pastor-whom may God bless
for the noble and eloquent words that fell
from his lips in behalf of her bereaved
ones-"she longed to go and be with
Christ" We will miss her. The fra
GRANGE of her character will linger long
in places that knew her, the tears may
fall for our own loss we will think of her
as ransom spirit, soaring among the
regions Of the blest, sometimes, perhaps,
coming on viewless wing to hover round
the darling boy who was SO faithful
and tender to his trust, shielding
him from evil that is in the world and,
helping him to live soberly, righteously
and cody, even in these bright, glorious
years of his youth Wewill think of her
tenderly
"kindly and gently, but as of one
For whom tbs well to be fed and qone.