The Newtown bee., 1889-11-22
Mrs Jnlia F stahl


 Entered into the rest of Paradise on Friday, Nov. l5, 1889, Julia Merritt, wife of George c. Stahl of Toledo, Ohio, and only daughter of MT and Mrs William Fairchild of Newtown. Had she lived until the fifth of July next, she would have reached her Both year. She had just rounded out l3 years of married life, surrounded by all the comforts that loving husband could bestow upon her. And though for the greater part of all that time she had been an invalid, and at times great sufferer, yet she had ac- cepted the suffering and the discipline through suffering so that she could see that a loving Fathers hand was leading her, and in trustful, cheerful obedience submit to His will. Her home was in Toledo, and there her interest centered in her family, the church of God and the poor and the afflicted about her. When the inroads of disease became so rapid as to suggest the possibility of the nearness of the end, her heart yearned to return to her childhood's home. Hers was heroic struggle with disease for seven weeks of suffering, which, with Chris tian fortitude, she endured until the end came. A short time before she died she had dream, in which she said that the Savior seemed to come to her and say: Your days of suffering are almost over." In the gray of the early morning, as Natures sun was about to shine over the hills, rays from the Son of Righteous ness seemed to fall upon the pallid fea- lures of the dying, and, with joyous eX- camations, she said: "Oh, l am so happy; my sutferings have been long, but it is glorious now.'
 At her request, the members of the family gathered around the bedside. A hallowed scene, in which words were spoken that will be treasured in memo rvs storelouse long as life shall last. To her vision, the veil seemed lifted. Just before the last she exclaimed: "0h it's coming, and it's coming for me-" When asked what was coming she tried to tell, but memory failed her, and, appealing to her little seven-year-old boy, she said: :: !" You know, Willie, what was in the ark" The little fellow said, "DOve ?" " Yes, yes, dove, and it's coming for me- Without struggle, the end came and the mortal put on immortality. A stricken husband, mOtherless boy, parents thrice bercaved of children, and q large circle of friends mourn the going out of such pure, sweet Christian life, while angels and loved ones gone before welcome the freed soul to the Paradise of God. Then
 Bear up bear on, the end shall tell;
 The dear Lord or,lcreth all things we'll"
 The funeral was from the Congrega- tional church, where q large congrega- tion met to sympathize with the be- reaved, and the burial was in the family lot in Newtown cemetery.
 Mir Stahl, who returned to his desolate Toledo home ea Tuesday, received this letter, before his departure, from Marion Lawrance, superintendent of the Wash ington street Congregational Sunday school at Toledo with which Mrs Stahl was connected
 Your clerk came to tell us that your wife had gone tO her rest. Though we had become the letters you had sent lately, still it was, ns death always Is, a sudden thing. lcannot tell T hr,. tr ig ia InrI n inc iovnf her Lord and, oh, how great must that joy be! We can have no conception of 1t. l know you are very busy and full ofgriet, too, but just want cd to drop you line to tell you how deeply sympathiZe with you and Willie and to tell you that whole church is bearing you up, up on it's prayers, that He will sustain you as you pass through the deep waters. He has prom ised to do that you know. Her life, so full of cess and wonderfully blessed ot God. We who have known her have all been helped by her in the true Christian way and many have been and many more will be led into the Kingdom through the influence of her patient and shin ing example. How 1 wish l could comfort you, for you have been SO kind to me. All l can do is to tell you that love you and am praying for you.
 The following warm tribute is taken from the Helper, the monthly publica- tion of Superintendent Lawrance's school:
 We find no suitable words in which to ex- press our sorrow and sympathy. While our hearts are bleeding, we can but thank God that she ever lived and that her lite was so honorod and blessed of Him. Fortunately, Gods measurement of life is not in length of days. Though taken to her rest in the prime of life, yet she has left behind her, in her faithful work and wonderfully efficient services, n monument more enduring than granite. Her life, though short, was bene- diCtion and the crown to which she looked forward is now hcrs-and so full of stars. Our hearty prayers for Gods consolation are as ccndlng, IS q united church, for our dear brother and little Willie.
 Though dead, she yet speaketh.