News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1886-09-16
WOLCOTT.

ing much better than when she returned
from Burlington.
| M. S. Burnell got four majority as rep
resentative instead of one as you had it
| last week.
j. R. Chafey comes out with a five
years-old horse, which John says is a
high blood.
The shed and the water house at the
station are to be taken down and a new
siding put in where they now stand.
G. e. Downing has been digging we'll
for E. &. Mann, and has succeeded in
finding nice stream of water, and Ed.
is happy.
Died in Wolcott, Sept. 9th, Mrs. Philena
Cleveland, mother of E. j. Cleveland
aged 50 years. The deceased was daugh-
ter of the first settler in the town OF
Stowe, oliver Luce
Franklin. Trow died at this place Sept.
18th, and was buried on Monday, Rev.
Mr.. Bushee. officiating.
Mrs. Chas. Bennett, who has been very
low with consumption died on Friday
last and was buried on Sunday, Rev. S. G.
Vail, officiating.
Howard Quimby died at West Campton
Mass, last week of consumption. bis
remains were brought here and buried in
the Davenport cemetery the End inst.
The Wolcott boys have organized a
base ball club and start out with a chal-
lenge to the Hardwick club to play at
this place at any time they choose.
Written by Mrs. Mary Titus and read
at the Lodge of Sorrow held in memory
of Mrs. r. F. Parker at their Lodge
Room, Sept. Sth: Again have we assem-
bled for our usual communication, but it
is with sad hearts that we enter this hall
tonight. Truly can we say this is a
"Chapter of Sorrows" When we see the
vacant seat and emblems of mourning our
heads are bowed and our hearts are
heavy. Our beloved sister has fallen in
life's great struggle. Her star, which
has set on this world, has risen to shine
with greater brilliancy in the world be-
yond the valley and shadow of death.
That we loved her, our fearful eyes and
trembling lips and hushed voices evince.
On the 2Sth dav of July, just at the beau
tiful dawn of day. our loved and much
respected sister, Harriet S. Parker, quiet
ly fell as1aen tQawake on more glorious
morn OF immortality where there is no
night or shadow of darkness. To emu
merate her many acts of kindness and
would it be characteristic of her life for
her deeds of charity were not done pub
licly, for the praise of men, but in secret
that her right hand might not know what
her left hand doeth. For many years she
has been a member of our Chapter and
during that time until her health failed
her she has been an unceasing laborer for
the interests of the order of the Eastern
Star. first in the Lodge room to greet us
and the last to speak the parting word;
ever searching out and relieving the des-
titute and distressed, and comforting the
afflicted; and sympathizing with the
erring ones, thus initiating her Savior
who reproved not but said go sin no
more" The friend with whom we have
taken sweet counsel is removed from our
eyes, but the holy deeds of generosity by
which she was characterized still survive
and appear on the tablets OF memory,
and being dead she yet speaks, and IN the
midst of us. How shall we snow our
love and respect for our departed slsterF
By emulating her virtues; by striving TO
follow the example she has given us; by
acting upon the influence she has left be-
hind: and bv listening to the voice from
on high which bids us go, work in the
vineyard, tor the harvest is great and the
laborers are few" Let us consecrate
ourselves anew to this great work. We
can pay no greater tribute of respect to
her memory than by raising our standard
of good works to higher level. Let re-
ligion, pure and undefiled. be our motto,
charity our password, ever seeking to
follow the precepts of our Great Teacher,
that when we are removed beyond the
reach of human praise or censpre, it may
be said of us " She hath done what she
could.
She hath done what she could; Oh how sweet
Did those words of encouragement prove
To that meek one who knelt at His feet
And gratefully poured forth her love.
She hath done what she could; Yes, the proud
Might sconfully say what they thought,
But the Savior reproved them aloud,
And smiled on the offering she brought.
She hath done what she could; Can this he
Applied to our labors of love?
Would the Savior say thus unto us,
If He spoke from His bright throne above?
She hath done what she could; Let us now
Redeem the bright hours which are flown.
May the talent, Lord, Thou dost bestOw
Be spent in Thy service alone.
She hath done what she COULD Shall we fear
If the world its reproaches begins?
Mol Its censures we gladly will bear,
filthy smile and approval we win.