Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1882-06-21
Mrs. Henry Hewitt,

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The following was received too late
for last weeks Issue,
Thou art not dead, but hast removed
to q better place, far from all Ills The
winter pains thee not, neither does heat
nor disease trouble thee, nor hunger
nor thirst nor Is tho liic OF morlalS
any longer desired by thee, Tor thou
dwcllcst In the Islands Of the BEST
old Greek Poet.
DEATH ID another life, We bow our heads
At going out. wo think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber OF tho Kings,
Lager than this aud ioyelier -Fsdm
Entered "another golden chamber OF
the Kings" on Saturday evening,
May IS, 1882, Lucy Richardson wife
Of Henry Hewitt, of Pomirci' W.
Our friend, Mrs, Hewitt, was born ut
BrookGeld, Mass, in July, 1904, aud
when quite young moved with the rest
Of the family to Barnard, W. There
her childhood hours were passed, but
after the death Of her father, and on
the second marriage Of her mother, the
family came to what is known MS the
Morris place, in Pomirct. II was here
that her brother, DR.. Henry Richard
son, Of Wimooski, lived while studying
medicine aud attending lectures at
Woodstock, aud At this place, On May
=. 1893, she was married To Henry
Hewitt. From this date her life is so
mingled with that of her husbands,
aud they are so associated with the hill
farm at the center Of the town, where
for forty-nnc years they have lived,
worked, sacrificed and enjoyed the good
things Of this world together, using the
time in being happy, rather than in
schcming and planning how to become
so; that it is with feelings of sadness
we now look with mental eye upon the
scene. and think of this cheerful, chris
tian home, as q thing Of the past. A
home that has been characterized by
iiee-hcarted hospitality and generous
thought; where the latch-string was
always out, and you were sure of a
hearty welcome, where the care-worn
found refuge and the poor friend.
A home provcrbially neat, and rich
with all the comforts brought by a
thoughtful housewives care and faith
iulness. Pleasantly the hours would
glide, while in its genial atmosphere we
listened to the rich anecdotes OF the
husband, and the quick repartee of the
wife, and such spirit of youthfulness
permeated the place, that the thought
that they were growing old did not oc-
cur to us until some one casually re-
marked, "they were born in 1904"
During the life Of the Unitarian church
in Pomfret, this home was a haven for
the clergymen of that denomination,
and its little west chamber still seems
to us to bear the fragrance of those
many sermons written within its walls.
This same room was afterwards used
by Mr.. Doton as a study, during many
terms of his teaching in our town. But
the happy scene ends. On the anniver-
sary of their forty-ninth wedding day
bronchial affection seizes the wife, that
battles the skill of all medical aid.
Though suffering intensely not muir
muir escapes her lips. The days go by
and there is no favorable change. Late
on Saturday afternoon she calls her
husband to her bedside and inquiries if
the hour of departure has come. Be-
ing told that it has she expresses re-
grets, OILY for his sake and her imme-
diate friends, that she cannot stay long
err. "What will become of you, Hen
ry, when l am gone ?" she thong htfully
asks. II shall be desolate, very DESC
late," is the sad reply. The fountains
of her deep nature are stirred, and
quickly embracing him with the fervor
of youth, she calmly commits him to
the keeping of the Good Father, who
careth for us all, and then TRANQUILITY
sinks into the arms of the unseen
friends who were waiting to carry her
home. TO have laid strong affection
down among the dead may be great
sorrow, but it is not real misfortune.
Whatever ones aftergoings may be,
there is deposit for the future life, a
part for the soul which the grave keeps
holy, in spite of the evil that is in the
world. The living may change to us,
or we to them; sin may divide, strife
may come between, but through all
times and fortunes, the dead remain the
same to our memories and loves. The
lost friend is still the blessed of our
YOUTH hope not to be withered, II
promise not to be broken, possession