The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1891-06-17
Obituary..

BURLEIGH.-For the fourth time within
month has Waterbury been called to mourn
the loss of one of its young people. After
painful illness of seven weeks Blanche,
youngest daughter of James A. and Lu-
cretia Burleigh, passed to her rest, June
9, at the age of eighteen. Short in years
though it was, her life was long in the good
she accomplished and rich in the fragrant
memories left behind. An unusually fine
scholar she passed through the curriculum
of studies in the high school with honor to
herself and delight to her teachers. Pend
ing more extended course of study else
where, she entered heartily into the duties
and delights of home life. Here she was
Joy and comfort to the family and friends,
and here her sterling good sense and prac-
tical insight, as well as her nvariable
cheerfulness and bubbling humor, made her
priced companion and trusted helper.
Seven years ago she gave her heart to the
Lord, and had since lived quiet and un-
obtrusive, yet thoroughly honest and ear
nest, Christian life. She knew in whom she
had believed, and was loyal to her chosen
Master. Once convinced that thing was
wrong, she resolutely put it away. During
the past winter she had been specially active
in Christian work, and was fast becoming
one of the pastors most valued helpers and
advisers. She was pure in heart, and so
lived as to convince all of her sincerity. In
the councils and work of the Epworth
League, of which she was an efficient Off
GER, she will be specially missed. During
ber long illness she was invariably patient
and cheerful, so that the sick-chamber
seemed the pleasantest room in the house,
and when she was net, for God had taken
her." the place seemed the very gate of
heaven. Some time before her departure she
declared herself ready to go, and yet
fingered until the glories of the other world
burst upon her sight, and she saw little
Gladys, who had gone on few months be-
fore. Those who knew her best felt that
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death, but of her coronation. D.
GovE.-Nathaniel Jones Cove was born
in Strafford, VT, January 8, 1910, and died
at his home in Plainfield on May /, 1891 His
life began early in the present century, and
| he lived until near its close. Eventful his
tory he had passed through, and stirring
scenes he had witnessed. The rise and
progress of great cities the wonderful power
| of invention, the building of nations pros
perity were all within his memory, but no
| feverish longing for great wealth or worldly
honors disturbed the serenity of his life.
He was content to dwell amid rural scenes,
! in the shadow of his native hills, and there
he was laid to rest, to await the dawn of
| heavenly morning. A life of simple toll
and duty was his. With habits of strictest
temperance and frugality, he founded
! home of comfort for those he loved. Well
might he have gazed with pride on those
fertile acres which he had so carefully titled,
on meadow and woodland in their varied
beauty, on his locks and herds, the pos
sessions he had so justly earned; and from
these lovely scenes his thoughts, undisturbed
by the strife and clamor of the world, could
well ascend from Nature up to Natures
God. The hour of his country's peril arose,
and he gave without hesitation his frst-born
son to the the sacred cause of her defence
| and at home, with money and influence, did
all in his power to aid in putting down the
rebellion. Slavery was abhorrent to a ma
ture so Just as his and which had breathed
the air of these New England hills. Fidelity
to God, to home and native land was the
| Keynote of his character, and thus resulted
life so harmonious that no harsh discord
marred its gentle cadence-and such a life
| must be grand success, when viewed in the
light of heaven. The virtues of truth, pat
| riotsm, temperance and faith he leaves as
| an inheritance to his children, more precious
than gold or silver. The wife of his youth
who shared his joys and sorrows nearly
sixty years, survives him, and tarries here a
little longer ere she joins him where youth
and love are both immortal Age stole so
gently on him that, though he had passed
| fourScore years, we could not realize the end
was so near. Swiftly came the messenger,
and he peacefully fell asleep, with the Chris
tian's faith, in a glorious Immortality
" Mark the perfect man and behold the up
right, for the end of that man is peace"
Death came not like dreaded foe,
But 5 friend, who would bestow
For weariness great release,
The gift of an eternal peace.
The veil hid from our mortal eyes
The rapture of his glad surprise;
We only saw the shadows deep
Rest on him like Greamless sleep
He passed within-we stand without
And cannot hear the welcoming shout
OF loved ones who have gone before
And greet him on the other shore.
Alone for us Life's wearing chains
For him, blessed rest remains;
Upon our hearts a sense of loss;
The crown for him, for us the cross.