The Newtown bee., 1878-01-31
IN MEMoRIAM.
"Bricf life Is hore our portion ; Brief sorrow, sholt-llysa care; The fife tl4at knows no endisg, The teariese lib, is there"


 Brief life Is hore our portion
 Brief sorrow, shot-lysa care;
 The fife tl.at knows no ending,
 T6e tearless llie, is there"
 Ended--a quietly useful-va beautiful. mortal life. As the swift winged weeks fly by they carry with them to the silent Land, one by one, our hest beloved. Tine shut eyes, the quieted hands, the breath blown away where God is, and our com munion, on earth, with our friend, is over.
 In the recent deaih of Mrs. Sarah N Clark, her relatives and friends have, in deed much to mourn. Possessing The rnre gifts of unfpiliDg cheeriulness and hospitality she made her home pleasant calling-pace for every acquaintance. Ever, for the humblest in the walks of life, with the greatest, were her doors open, and her Gheery words frightened many Respondent beart Since July last. when, by accident, an iron we'll wheel fell heavily on her hended head she had suffered at intervals severe pain yet had never given up her daily round, until compelled to seek her bed, by most violent attack of congestion of the brain.
 ThroEah losses of husband, of chil- dren. and at different times. Q large amount of hard-earned property, she wore the same welcoming. smiling face, endeavoring to bear uncomplainingly all her troubles. as sent by the Lord in His own pleasure Since the death of her daughter, year ago last February. she was constantly speaking of her own "going homc."
 Happening in a few days berore her last illness. and falling to talking as we always did when together of our loved ones in the "Ceestial Country" she said speaking my name, Wbat is it? What will it be? What do you think f'' I an- swered, Il try not to minjs, I only feel if will be dN. and more than we could dream of asking for;-and, in little while we shall kaoD" "It would be such joy to know was going soon, she said.
 Behold, l show you mystery, - and Inc Lord came, and brought to her the .joy'--Reuhited with her beloved, there is no more sorrow, neither any more pain,' in the Beautiful Land where she is wearing the Heavenly garments-- ''whiter than snow. ;"
 Here. l wonld speak Of another bean titul light which went ont, in the early Summertime. Mss Martha JHnc Nor ris who after suffering for many years with that most terrible of all intlictions, cancer, was healed by the laying on of Gods hands. We. her scholars. who hold her in sweet remembrance, can never speak the full praise she merited. l None knew her bat io love her, nor named her, but to praise" In the pleas ant Summer days, when her pupils were gathered about her under the shady trees in her house yard, she seemed most like l d tender mother, so carefully she studied i affIerent.temperunents, and kept each at ] peace mith the other. with no rules but pleasant speech, and eyes with only mild 1 feproof in their correcting glances,
 From distant city, and country, from { inc far West, even, and from all about | turing her wearying illness, came tokens ! from th9se whose thoughts went out I lovingly te t!icir friend and former teach- 7r, and who wished to show, in some [ sight way, lhe affection which her own1 oTely disposition had awakened. Shei gave Ter whole life to the beautifying md adorning other liyes--children' | iyes--which will bloom with fuller nu- | fly from having her own to remember md imitate. Her originality. which dis her as q rare conversational st, and delightful correspondent, rwas harm which made her the center of many I group of cultured men and woin- Fl, many quaisaly wise saying will be .8eTished among the tlought.treasnres he has left her friends 10 keep, always, D "Memory's Casket Her love for loTefs and moses, anu bits of greenery rom eur wildYoods and fields, will Dc 'ecalled by al wbo visited Ter house and 1 aw the fresh bits of Nature ste kept bout her. Her garien, in schoul days, vas filed with brilliant. yet dainty ,anls, and sl night, in our turns, was ,laced in our childish hands a tiny fra- sIaulboquet, aIways containing vel 'ety piak ,sWilh cluster et deep green tree moss close uboni il. l and no lower
 -' That does not breathe
 Some gracious memory of rpy friendr
 fatlent, tender towing, pare in heart, he fell asleep. 10 awaken where sacred flies glow
 'Where grief is turned to pleasure,
 Such pleasure. as below,
 No human voice can nttef.
 No hrman heart can know."
 BAsTER1Y. [