Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-09-23
FUNERALS AND BRIDES.
A TRIBUTE TO MISS PIrcH-AN OLD
BACHELORS DEATH,
Visit to Bride-fhe Princess Louise
What She wore-Re-
hecltons-Etc,

San FRANCISCO, September 20, 1882
All that is young seems akin to the pure
and the beautiful; SO, when young per.
son is taken by death, it seems but like a
tranElasion of the soul. 1t is not death, it
is the life forever. Miss Clara V. Fitch,
about two months ago, while out riding on
the Lighthouse road, at Monterey, received
an injury OF the spine by the overturning
OF the carriage, not adjudged fatal till
within few days of her death. 1t reads
ike a simple announcement, does it not
How much of grief it revealed to those
who read between the lines. Last Satur.
day afternoon, looking down upon her still
and peaceful face, could have said, There
is no death. The daughter, the sister, the
friend, the heart of charity, the forgiving
thought, the loving voice-still lives.
During her sickness, as her sister bent
above her, she put her arms about her
neck so tenderly, and sang in low tone
the verse beginning, art thou weary
Are thou languid 2" as if thus to show her
gratitude for the care devotedly given her
Was that voice hushed, silent, dumb /:
All, no TWAS singing still while so many
tears fell; but earthly ears, though
sHARPENRD BY GRIEF,
Were yet too dull to hear it in its new
sweetness. Earthly eyes could not brush
away the vail beyond which shone the
face in its new beauty. The very flowers
with which the rooms were laden were
suggestive of the sacred hope. The harp,
typical of heavenly music, the crown Of
triumph, the sacred dove of the heart,
the wreath of victory, the anchor OF
safety, the pillow of rest, the white but
teFtiy pendent above the breast, symbol
OF the soui that had taken wings. When
IN such a scene, the thought Is uplifted
and the heart so tender, there is no cues.
ton about God, Immortality, eternity
both thought and heart will have these
true. The old story revealed in ages gone
is made new, revealed anew in each such
sorrow, desolate indeed without this COM
fort peculiarly its own. Rarely have so
many expressions of regret been heard in
our community at the passing away of one
known only to private life. But the face and
heart Of Miss Fitch, both SO young
and sweet, the painful accident which
resulted in her removal from earth, the
long residence and the position of her
parents here, evinced widespread SYM
patty. The death of Mrs. Mary Atkins
Lynch has been accepted with US as
A PUBLIC CALAMITY.
In the death OF an experienced educator
the world loses something of more value to
itself than a man on Change; than a man
who piles up fortunes than queen of 80.
ciety. OF the new generation of pupils 1
have no knowledge, but among us are
many OF the old pupils of Mrs. Lynch,
more grateful, more affectionate, now that
they are wives and mothers, than thew
were in the old young seminary DAYS. /
have listened TO many remembrances of
I" Miss Atkins > to she recital of pranks
at school, and the penalties and penances
that followed but the speakers always
took care to remember aloud the good ex-
ample, the personal solicitude and the
manner of the teaching that seemed to them
to be = Miss Atkins p" own. find that
teacher always grows to be appreciated
when the mind of the pupil reaches ma
turity, and when mis- children come
to an age when school is a necessity
he wishes his old teacher were
yet alive to drill them as faithfully IS
he now knows he was drilled. In my
girlhcod | knew a boy who professed
that his sole ambition ia life was "just
to get big enough to whale that Teller 3"
lmesning his teacher but he now "hangs"
the Boston system and the Quincy method,
and wishes his boys could be taught
OLD STYLE
By the good, strict teacher he had when
ne was boy. A letter on funerals cannot
be cheerful one, wholly, yet there is a
bright spot illumining this day for me, and
strange to say, it seems as though the sun
shown specially during the morning for an
unpretending, quiet funeral. The beautl-
full Church of England burial service was
read over an old man l have seen often at
our house to dinner. An old bachelor, he
was full of respectful admiration for the
beauty of young girls, and garrulous in de.
puneiation of the young men of to-day,
whom he called !" beasts and "savages. :"
remember the bags of moss he brought
down from Washington Territory, the
quaint and out-of the-way bits of nature he
collected in other travels, the handfuls of
flowers which he presented to these young
lady friends, together with a species of
gallsntry they could not have received
from any other save an educated "old-
country" man. And he was a great
church man, sick or well, as if, having no
family, no ties, he found his home in the
pew. By. and.by the old man fell i'll, and,
too prond to tell his friends of his sick and
destitute condition, he was taken to the
hospital and there discovered by the little
band Of lady visitors / have often men.
toned before, one of whom, as it happened,
was friend of years standing. And he
wss grateful for any attention; so fearful
of causing trouble; so courteous in his
speech, yet with something of
THE OLD CALAMITY
Still lingering on his tongue. He rallied
bit after this, enough to be out and carry
q rose IL his button.hole, and to call the
ghost of his smile to his mouth; but we
were all shocked to learn the other morn
ing that during the night he had died alone
III 0LS Deu. IL was u BLOCK, Out IL Qlu NOT
seem dreadful that he should have died or
that he was alone at the time-it was all
quiet, peaceful, calm and just as it should
have been-perhaps breathing family and
more family in his sleep, and then the
breath gone. Some one went about then
to ind ways for the funeral, and the friends
gave quietly and no one knew. Among
Others DR.. Macintosh was called
upon. Why, yes, OF course" he
replied. "and I'd Ike something
of old Bats to remember him by. Couldn' t
l have his cane ," The minister OF the
little Episcopal Church said, "I'll sell the
coat off my back but he shall have decent
funeral" and so he did have, with few
flowers, some good singing, one of the
young ladies whom he admired at the or
gan, the reverent faces of old friends bent
above the prsyer-books, tear or two
dropped to his memory, and carriages at