The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1884-06-18
Obituary..

CooK.-Ded in Portland, Maine, on the 18th
instant, Of consumption, Martha p. Bailey,
wife of Charles Cook, aged thirty-nine years.
Only brief ten years since Matte Bailey"
as her large circle of friends In Montpelier and
elsewhere familiarly called her, left the pleas
ant surroundings Of her adopted home with
her aunt, Mrs. John A. Page to establish
home of her own upon the borders Of the sea
at Portland. Fortune smiled; q kind and noble
husband, tender pledges Of her welded love, a
charming home, were hers But alas, all these
could not stay the footsteps of insidous dis
ease, and the relentless reaper marked her
for his own.
"shal have naught that Is fart" saith he
+" Have naught but the bearded grain
will give them all back again"
But while this intelligence brings pain to
many absent friends who loved Matte, not
merely for her attractiveness Of person and her
winning ways, but even more for her uniform
sweetness of temper and crystal purity Of heart
and life,-who can picture the desolation OF
that darkened home2 May the God OF all
comfort take up his abode with the stricken
husband, and fold the motherless little ones to
his BOSOM
PADDOCK. Our mortuary record this week
announces the death of Mrs. John II. Paddock
OF st. Johnsbury, which occurred on the 10th
instant. Mrs. Paddock was q daughter of the
late Governor Erastus Fairbanks. At the time
Of their marriage some twenty. five years ago,
Mr.. and Mrs. Paddock came to Montpelier 10
reside and remained q year or two. The st.
Johnsbury Cdledonidn Of last week has an
appreciative notice OF the excellent life and
character of Mrs. Paddock which, from our
somewhat familiar acquaintance with her, we
are fully prepared to endorse Her going
hence cannot but be great grief to her sur
viving husband, who, by this dispensation, is
left quite alone in the world, and to her other
relatives and friends, among whom her pure
n..I hAa. sE,11 ,fA La-
friends here, where her condition was not
known, and the inevitable was not foreseen as
it was at st. Johnsbury, the sad tidings came
suddenly, as great bereavement, but know
ing as we now do the burden of pain which
she has borne these many years, and that her
case held out to her friends no hope of relief
we can but rejoice that her poor suffering
flesh Is at rest, and that gentle spirit "puri.
fed as by fire has entered upon the realm OF
sights which mortal eye hath not seen, and
sounds which mortal ear hath not heard. Mrs
Paddock's illness, though long and tedious
was endured with that uncomplaining cheerful
ness and Christian fortitude which one who
knew her might have expected. OF course q
life which had been so prolific of the sweetest
Christian graces would not, when the DARK
hour came on" yield to petulance and com
planning. No, though the body was tossed
with pain, she repined not and to the las
seemed to say, in the spirit of meek submis
sion, Though he slay me, yet will trust II
him." She rested for the Lord, and waitet
patiently for him" not doubling that what sht
could not know now, she should know here
after. 1t does not require a great exercise o.
faith to believe that all the joys of the heav
emily state are fulfilled to one who in life gave
such care and cheerful labor to the needs o
those about her and whose life in every respec
was an episte of love and good will. Verify
it must be she rests not only from her labors
but from her pains as well.
" I know not. oh. know not
What social Joys there,
What radancy OF glory
What bliss beyond compare" H.