Daily Republican., 1890-03-28
By JENNIE Il. MAaKE.

How mysterious Outlines seem Gods
dealings with Us, as we look ct them
from an earthwafd standpoint. We Oan-
not comprehend, with our flute ca
pscity, why those we love best, and
whose society y 10 essential to our happi.
meas, are suddenly taken from us. Yet
we know God u his own interpreter"
When fioods Of grief submerge the
heart with agony, We cannot doubt His
wisdom, nor His love, nor would We
dare to. 1t was 90 when our precious
friend, Gregg Chandler, Esq., was called
across the swelling tide just when we
thought he was needed most He was
born Of Quaker perentage. but In the
consecrated his heart to his blrssed Mas
ter, and sweetly realized him to b. an
efiicacious Savior.
BY the force OF loving association and
| religious choice he became an Episco-
psliap, yet denominational distinction
sank Int nothingnsss before the uplilted
croes. His communion with the holy Of
| every cline and sect, At Ocean Grove,
wac OF the m0st hallewed and soul
endearing character. In tho quiet Of
his sunny, Christian home the peerless
traits OF his character were most beauti-
fully exhibited and developed. As I
have met him on the sidewalk have
been reminded Of the psalmist, ''The
righteous shall flourish like the PALM
tie; be shall grow like . cedar in
Lebanon His affections were strong,
his friendship endearing and his Chris.
tisn labors uutring.
A few years ago his beloved grandson,
the joy Of his heart, started on pleas
ure trip to Layguayra. Kissing them a
sweet farewell, no smilingly remarked:
"I'll DO back in time to 20 with you Ia
Ocean Grove" He was 4 lovely. rodly
aud gifted youth OF 1s years, aud Ii
him were centered fond hopes aud cher.
ished plans that were destined never II
DO realized. Weeks passed by and HI
came not Soon the magnetic wircl
flashed the fearful truth up and down
our continent that the beautiful bril-
Roanoke with her passengers would
never return. Obi the desolstion tina
rsIgred In that home; twas mitixatet
only by the soothing words Of Jesus
II am the resurrection and the life. ;
This affection made . vacuum In tina
heart that timc could never heal.
1 That beautiful boy sleeps, wrapped ir
his pearl-emDr0tdere winding-sheet
down In the coral bsdded chamber o
our blue Atlantis, where mermaids wal
. wildly rolling dirge.
4 Job asks the question: "If man dil
shall he live againi" the response SWELL
back from evcry Chrisrian heart, yes
forever. Gregg Chandler lives to-day II
thousands Of hearts that loved him, aud
were stimulated to greater activity BY
his example aud precepts; he lives In thai
heart that realizes ali the loneliness o.
widowhood, and his life Of bliss beyond
will be measured only by the colder
cycles Of eternity.
To-day he sweetly rests beside biz
darling, sainted Nettle, where dower4 Of
varied hues ding out their .frasanoe on
tho morning air, and the smoothly Rlid-
ing wavelets Of the hIstoric Brandy wine
breath forth mellow requiem.
How beautifully appropriate are the
| words inscribed on the marble above him,
.'The Righteous Shall be In Everlasting
Remembrance" How our hearts swell
up with rapture at the assurance our
Father gives us that We shall know, even
as also we arc known.
Wilmington, Del, March 81. 1890.