Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1882-06-07

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ever walked these dellS, The young
men arc getting II up, More parIicu'
lars next week,
The Rev, Mr., Kidder Il better, but
not able to preach, A gentleman from
Marlborough, n, H., Il supplying his
pulpit,
The sudden death Of Mrs. Michael
Myers, on Friday morning of last
week, reminds us of the saying, that
oin the midst Of life we are IN DEATH"
Mrs. Myers had been troubled with a
slight cancerous affection for year or
two, but was able to keep about her
work, aud did not take her bed until
tho day before her death, consequently
the news of her sudden demise was o
shock to her nearest ncighbors. The
disease took new turn, spread through
the systcm, throwing her into u drowSe'
in which she passed quietly away. Mrs.
Myers was quiet, unossuming woman'
and her duties to her family and neigh
bors were well and faithfully dis
charged. For this, she was blessed
with q pleasant home, kind husband,
and two dutifhl sons, who deeply mourn
her too early death. She was truly n
mother in her household. Her funeral
was largely attended on Saturday after
noon, Rev. Mr.. Smith officiating. JAS
per Hazen conducted the funeral SER
vices. The pail bearers were, Asahcl
Holmes, John Nutting, George Mass,
Sylvanus Chambcrln, VIM. ID. Me-
Master and James Hazcn. The follow
ing lines from friend, as tribute to
her memory, we checrfully make room
for:
'she y gone. phe's gone-thc cherished one;
Her tolls are o'er,-the victory won.
Just In tho evening OF her day,
Whom hope was bright, She passed away
She's gone from all sho loved 30 well;
With saints In heaven sho now doth dwell ;
Thoro with that ransomed, holy choir,
Celestial love her thoughts inspire.
She's gono-her suHcrings all arc Ger
Disease and pain arc known no more.
Freed fIom earth's delusion fair,
She is forever happy there
She's gone-no moro to greet you heie;
Friends, husband, sons 20 dear;
but in that far-or spirit land,
Sho waits to give tho welcome hand.
She's gone-dear friends. suppress your grief,
This life at longest is but brief;
Hope, then, when tim, has passed away,
To spend with her, eternity"
PENCIL MARKs.-Fires are COM
Portable things this morning-it may
thaw little in the middle of the day, if
the sun should come out Hon. Frederick
Billings and family returned to town
from their winter sojourn in New York,
last week, healthy and happy
and all were glad of this; the next
Lit. Governor of Vermont, Cat least we
hope so, if we can't have a Democrat,)
A. N. Swain, of the Bellows Falls
Times, made us very pleasant call
on Tuesday the Landmark man finds
fault with his correspondent here be-
cause he takes his items from the AGE
of course-he can't do any better
the AGE gets everything worth publish
ing; Charles j. Taft is wrestling with
rheumatism, and is confined to his
house; our Democratic friend, Elliot
Smith, of Bridgewater, one of the
first subscribers to the AGE in 1910,
called in our absence the other day
sorry we were not in; the small boy
should begin to save his coppers for
powder-the glorious 4th is near at
hand; Hon. Justin +. Mckenzie has
returned from his pleasure trip to
California, etc., and he casts as big a
shadow as ever--glad of it; MIR.
Henry Gushing has copied from an
old photograph some fine likenesses
of the late Mrs. Myers; James
O'Grady, of Royalton, is in town to-day
settling up the late Dennis Harrigan's
estate; Frank S. McKenzie's new barn
is completed, and it is handsome
one; Will OGrady, a Woodstock
printer, who spent the last year and
half in various sections Of Flori-
da for his health, is in town, and is
better Fred G. Benjamin, of the
south village, we are glad to state, is
recovering from severe fit of sickness /;
Charles H. English, "has been and
gone and done it'--see proper head
ing in this weeks AGE.