News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1882-11-30
WOLCOTT.
The uniform service will be adopted by
the Universalist Society here.
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The uniform service will be adopted by
the Uniyersalist Society here.
Sydna Green has purchased of T. j
Burnell. his farm on Town Hill. Mr.
Green was formerly deputy collector OF
customs at Newport. but poor health
compelled him TO resign. and we are
pleased that he has concluded to take up
a permanent residence with us.
Judge Stevens has hired IL teacher for
the coming winter. warranted to fill the
bill as advertised, or no pay.
A. r. Phillips has his house ready for
plastering.
Mrs. 5. Gates started Tor Toledo. o..
the 18th inst. where she intends spend
ing the winter with her brothers. who
are prominent business men of that place.
c. j. Sheldon is to move into his house
at the lower end of the village this week.
OF course everybody in this place is glad
to see Charley back again once more.
Mrs. Boutell has opened millinery
shop on Railroad street. Read her adj
Vertisemeut.
Charley Clark has got his shop opsn.
ready for business.
The farm known as the W. b. Hutchins
place was sold at auction Oh Saturday
last, for thrty-three hundred dollars.
The UniversaliSt Sabbath school con-
cert the 10Th, was decided success. the
house being crowded, and all parts nicely
executed.
{. V. Peck received a message from
West Hartford. the 18th inst. saving his
wife, who had been visiting her daughter
there. had had shock. He started on
the first train.
Henry f. Nelson has bought and moved
into the house formerly owned by j. G.
SanbOrn, near Potterville.
i. A. TiI!otsOn and R. F. Parker have
built horSe-shed between the hotel barn
and the big block, for the accommodation
of the public.
The following lines were addressed to
Mrs. Susan j. Jones. On the death of her
husband, John III. Jones. who was for
m"ny years d resident of Wolcott. but
for the few last years of his life. resided
in Barre. where he died Nov. 18th. The
poem was composed by Il blind lady of
New York City. and sent TO Mrs. Jones
on the day of her husbands funeral. The
Rev. Mr.. kiumell olficiated at the tuner
al. and at the close of his sermon he read
the following poem =
In this hour of bitter trial,
Let me make your grief my own;
Let me share it, and address you
As friend long have known.
o we cannot now be strangers,
Christian love forbid1 the word,
All your heart has felt and suffered
From your brother have heard.
When your daughters loved Communion
BY dread disaster slain,
From her arms was torn 81 sadlv
Low your soul was wrung with pain
Then a daughter highly gifted,
BleSt with mental tai snt rare,
Worn by sickness, dropped and faded
Like tender lily fair.
How your tears for crushed affection
Fell like rain drops U'cr her tomb
For your heart was well nigh broken
and your home was draped in gloom
Sull your husband sOOthed your anguish
He, your dearest tie was left
But to-day there came message,
That OF him you are berelt.
You are walking through the furnace
Through the waters he has pa ssed
But remember God has promised
To be with you to the last.
Kindred hearts with yJu are throbbinr.
Hearts that feel your every woe,
But your savior feels the deepest
And your sorrow best can know
Though the cross you bear is heavy,
He will lift it by and by,
He will give you joy for MOURNING
Songs of praise for every sigh.
Lean on him and lock beyond Won.
Look above the olouded sky,
To a Torid OF endless glory;
Ilnk OF those you loved SO fondlv
Not us dead but gone before
when your bark will drop it's anchor,
hen the storms OF life are DER