Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1891-01-24

WNS AhAAAOA1Ss
"a Long Pull, a Strong Pull, and a Pull Alto
gether,' Mrs. Elizabeth Boynton Harbert, a most
beautiful woman, expounded very intelligently.
Mrs. Sarah Wilder Pratt demonstrated how
Every Life Song is a Whole, Sweeter for its Va
r~iations.' - - - "
"Outsiders," by Mrs. Mary H. Krout, a valued
member of the Inter-Ocean staff, was a most ex-
csllsnt poem. - "
''Girls' Good, the Worlds Good" by Mrs. M.
r. M. Wallace, was very touching and metherly,
and well received.
s'Life Proves the Supremacy of the Beautiful
by Miss Josephine Locke, was entirely too long,
and given in a loud, ranting voice that grew very
weariseme to all.
= The Rev. F. Kollock, Cup, Mind Thine Own
Ain, God speed the Mark, was ably set forth.
She does not believe in holding the worst from the
daily papers, for how can we avoid the rocks, if
we do not know where they are. Great applause.
- DR.. Alice B. StOckham thinks open Work Con-
duclye to Health" and demonstrated it. Mrs.
Mary Hartwell L%etherwood followed by "Women
in the Professions" ably handled. -
''The Kindergarten by Miss Elizabeth Harri-
son, evidently a lover of children, closed the
toasts. " @ -
Letters Of regret were read by Mrs. Virginia r..
Lull from a number of prominent women who
could not be present.
1t was creeping past the midnight hour when The
.'good- night" greetings were exchanged, and all
departed wishing for more happy days like this.
To me, although the banquet was attended
with many happy meetings and much social pleas
ure, my thoughts were of the dear dead friend who
lay in her last sleep not far away.
Emma Abbott was so much to me. We were
warm, earnest, personal friends, and can only
think of her ~untimely death with deep sadness
Only q few weeks, ago when we stood arm in rm,
hand In hand and said 4sgood by with tears, how
little we knew it would be the last.
/ did not look upon her dear, dead face, for l
wanted to remember the earnest look in her blue
eyes and red lips from which but a few moments
before had issued in warbling tones "The Last
Rose Of Summer
All! 1t is so hard to understand the why's and
wherefores in this life, and l think with DR..
Thomas, who spoke so tenderly of her at her
funeral, that the golden gates had been left
aiar for her by one who loved her best, q voice
called her and it was easier for her to go.
Her funeral took place in Central Music Hall,
and thousands failed to gain entrance.
The whole stage was Dankea with MOVERS, ana
the organ and pipes draped in black and festooned
with smilax. Pink and white carnations and lilies
of the valley were fastened amid the sombre dra-
perry. Two large wreaths Of roses with her name,
Emma Albeit, underneath were worked in immor-
telles in white. An ivory harp stood near the
altar, with sheaf Of wheat half grown and twined
with roses. Between the wreaths at the back of
the stage stood a tall Tyre, and at its base the
music staff in white flowers with the notes "E'
and "A'' and the word '"fnale' and a crest"
A table stood at the left drapedin black with bo-
quets Of lilies and roses.
She was borne in her casket on the shoulders Of
members of her company, and carried so tenderly
and laid upon the rests in front Of the stage, just
as gently as a loving mother would her sleeping
babe.
prof Swing delivered a very touching address.