The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-04-02

testify.
What law of our being is 1t that suffers us
in pleasant associations TO live for years
with those whose chief purpose is the ac-
compllshment of good ard still withhold the
words of commendation and good cheer for
which the heart SO longsY Words that would
inspire with new zeal aud enthusiasm the
weary, disheartened, burdened one, roofing
out the tangled weeds Of insuficiency aud
planting In their stead hopeful branch Of
confidence. We feel 1t when the cor Is dull
and cold and our words Of love and sympa-
thy fall unheeded on mound Of earth. II
but few Of the words we so tenderly
breathe to-day OF the virtues and deeds OF
our loved friend had been spoken In her life.
time how II might have added strength 10
her tired hands and courage to her heart
when she deemed herself unequal to some
work for God. But now she has heard the
soul.reviying words, "well DONE" from Him
whose approval makes our weak words ap-
pear as the waxen taper before the glowing
orb Of day. Still we take some little COM
fort to ourselves in rehearsiug the peculiar
traits Of her christian character.
Her entire conscientiousness, her peculiar
care in keeping the law lest she should Of
fend even In that which is least, and her
generosity and liberality In dealing with the
reputation Of others has been the subject Ct
remark by her friends for years. When she
forgave 1t was from a full heart and the
offender had no cause TO fear cherished i'll
will. What a warm, genial friendship was
hers The virtues that made us love her
make us miss her. We, who knew her best
miss her face and association at every turn.
In our homes and social circles we wait for
her In vain; in the choir, the Sabbath School,
and the prayer meeting her voice is heard In
song no more, and here again, where she
always filled her place, we cannot find her.
After u christian experience OF fifteen years
she has entered the promised land. The
Giyer has come TO claim His own.
We may speak OF our loss, but, oh, we
would mufle our tones and speak softly
when we approach the labyrinth Of deepest
sorrow-the home where hearts bled when
the "silver cord was loosed" and the golden
bowl broken" but there is One who may en-
ter these and hang on the walls Of those
hearts the Illuminated words, "sorrow not,
even as others which have no hope. For II
we believe that Jesus died and rose again,
even 80 them also which sleep In Jesus will
God bring with him"
The days and nights Of ceaselcss pain
which preceded the sinking into rest, tempt.
ed 10 our lips, complainings that God should
80 afilct one OF His children, but with every
such temptation came the assuring words:
"He doth not willingly afflict" He is God,
the Infinite One. We are finite and cannot
know what Exceeding and eternal weight OF
glory" has been gained through the Office OF
suffering, but the glorihed know and we
shall know hereafter.
Emma Markley saw the close OF thirty
three years on earth and the Master stayed
on earth with those who loved Him Just as
long. Her life In the "Beulah Land" like
his shall be perpetual. Not an existence
OF weary monotonY, but one whose occupa-
tons and joys have been planned and pre-.
pared by the same hand that sends the
laughing streamlct bounding on it's way, the
same hand that paints the bow in the sky
and gives the rose Its tint, the hand that
bhghtens the morning sky, tunes the throats
Of birds and Oils all nature with beauty and
song. Has the Power that lights the eye OF
mortal with the beauties OF earth and charms
the ear with earth's melody no re
sources OF celestial pleasureY Oh, believe
III When this mortal shall have put on i'm.
mortality the quickened ear may catch the
music Of the spheres, the enlightened eye
see harmony In Gods works rise out Of
chaos. "oh, the depth of the riches both OF
the wisdom and knowledge OF God |"
Our sisters life was not a long, long day,
not a finished story, not the shock Of corn
fully ripe, but the broken shaft, the anthem
OF Joy interrupted. Must her work end
VIII the song be fnishedY
Emerson said: "All good is eternally re-
productive" and the spirit sath "Their
works do follow them" The voice that low
ed even In death to sing Of his love and
power, now swells the anthem OF praise over
the fields Of glory with sweetness not Of
earth.
20, hearts that cease to yearn .
o, brimming tears that ne'er arc dried
The dead, though they depart return
As though they had not died. 'ff