The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-02-27
IN MEMORlAM.

line following dUuT6SS Was O0llVGreQ
by Rev. r. Miller at the funeral of
Mrs. 0. P. Hale. which was held on
Tuesday of last week at the residence
of her daughter, Mrs. G. A. Dewey.
By special request, it is furnished for
publication.
Human beings are liable to make
mistakes, but the Silent Messenger
never. When its message is sent it
goes directly to the one it is intended
for, without a single mistake or a
moments delay. The one whom we
are called upon to have chiefly in our
mind to-day answered the summons
given in a kindly, cheerful and unosten-
tatious way, so characteristic of her in
her whole life. What we can know of
her life is comparatively little in pro-
portion to the whole scope of its being
and doing. In this it harmonizes with
a law of creation. The unseen and
unknown are always the greatest.
The silent forces encircling our globe
or playing in sweet harmony among
the spheres are the mightiest in the
universe. The forces in the sunbeam,
gravitation, electricity, are mightler
than the whirlWind and the storm
sweeping across the land; greater than
the rolling waves of the sea, or the
rolling thunder. What is true in this
respect of physical forces is true also
in the mental and moral worlds. The
unspoken truth of science; the crys-
tallized thoughts of the ages; the
pages rock-written, leaf upon leaf
wrapped about this earth; the dim and
shadowy, or imaginary world of
thought has more in it than has ever
found expression. The unseen world
which lies beyond us, and into which
we are all soon to enter, has a power
over us which it could not have were
all sacred nights and depths open to
our gaze. In this world, as in human
life, we look simply upon the surface
of things, we deal with thousand
forces of which we know little or moth
ing. Such, of necessity, must be the
case. Life would not be long enough
to glance casually at all the works of
God. Think of the mighty mass of
revolving orbS over our heads-num-
berless. Think of gazing at the sur
face of the leaves of every forest, the
blades of grass, the flowers, the crys-
tails, the precious stones and glitterin0
gems of this wolld-to say naughtO Of
the coarser and more useful things, as
the metals, or the bodies of water.
holding in their depths the reflections
of the heavens. Why, to simply glance
at all these things would require a
longer life than many may live. If
we should add to this the sum of
mental. moral, and spiritual forces in
existence, we should have enough for
eternal occupation. What we can see
or know in this world is as drop to
the bulk of the waters of the globe-or
as the tiny ray of light from match
to the whole flood of light streaming.
in every direction from every star and
sun in the heavens. 1t doth not vet
appear what we shall be. Looking at
human life simply for this life, simply
for this woodland man of all beings
is the most misunderstanding at it in
its deeper Specification as actually
lived by the noblest souls-and there
is sweetness in it like that in blossoms
and tender fruits; grandeur, as that in
scenery and in storms; sublimity, like
that of the mountains, or the heavens
which hang in majesty and peace
above us. Of some lives we get only
glimpse, here and there a little, of
the deeper worth and grander posi-
bilities. The seen but silent beauty
Of a life devoted to the mighty interests
of the home circle is more heroic often
than that of the victor on the field of
battle; more truly eloquent than
human speech; richer than the paper
anG coin of the wealthy; more worthy
of admiration than that which attracts
the attention and wins the applause of
millions. For the home circle is the
fountain-head from which flows the
streams of influence in every direction.
It | should attempt to give you a pic
ture Of Grandma Hale, should have
to place her in her neat and homeIike