Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1893-12-14
Obituary.

For nearly twenty-five years, Mrs. J. S.
| Cushing has had the compartment hip OF
I her mother, Mrs. Lyman Perigo, who has
made her home cheerful by her genial and
| loving spirit. On Monday morning, Nov.
~, 1893, she peacefully passed away after
\ living life oil 50 years. Her.maiden name
Was Abigail Durkee, and she was born in
! Brooktieid, where she has many distant
relatives. She and her husband lived dur
ing most OF their married life in Chel-
sea. de was a merchant the last OF
his life,in North Randolph, " here he died
almost twenty-five years ago. Her tuner
al was held in the home here she lived so
1 long, on Wednesday afternoon. Rev. 5.
A. Parker, who conducted the services,
spoke approciatiys words. Among other
hlngs he said: THE journey is ended.
The weary feet that have trodden the
pathway of earth so long and SO well have
entered on the heavenly pathway. Here
we come to. day, and we think OF that
venerable woman, whose very presence
was "A benediction on this home. Here
she has passed the evening of life cheer
fully and happily-casting The halo of her
MONDAY spirit on all who came within
her influence. She had such a genial ma
ture and took such hopeful and bright
view OF life, she never seemed old. Moth
ing was old about her, except her materi-
al body, which she has now cast aside
for one to correspond with the freshness
and beauty of her soul.
such woman can never die to us; for
she has become part OF our thought and
life.
We cannot come into this house with
out thinking OF her-the cordial greetings |
she has given us the bright and spark |
ling words that have fallen from her lips, |
and that serenity of spirit which was born |
from the deep experiences of the soul.
Her pathway was a long one-passing |
a fhrnnnh nd
over high hills, over landscapes strewn |
with flowers, and now thro' fields Of flinty |
rock, which sometimes lacerated her |
weary feet
She calmly and heroically met all the |
changes that came to her and was thank
ful for the good of each day.
She took life cheerfully. | never heard |
a murmur or complaint fall from her lips.
i have heard ner tell what blessings had /
come to her-what kind friends she had
what they had done to make her life rich
er and better.
have heard her speak of this home
the kind and noble heart of him who
blu 1t this house, the loving and tender
care of her daughter-the only surviving
lsvished her thought and her
heart upon her.
The threads OF her life are interviewer
with our life.
As she looked around her, she saw her
iilC ICHCNC0 CNCn w Lut lOuTln EtutTd-
ton.
She felt life is worth the living, and she
realized the truth of that prophecy, which
is verified in every age, And a little child
shall lead them.
The aged pass out at the gateway of
death, and the child comes into the world
Ihro' the gateway of birth. The great
OF human beings is ever march
ing on. Each end OF this procession is
ost in mystery. We shed tears of 10Y
over the new born babe. We shed tears
Of sorrow when our beloved close their
ayes in the last sleep.
II we could see what the angels see,
,hings would seem different to us. Many
If the problems of life would be solved.
This mother passed through tine expe-
'ience common to mortals. Children
we're given TO her and children were tax
IN away. She looked with fearful eye in
% the cradle robbed of its jewels. Near
y twenty five years ago, a great shadow
ell on her home. Long did this world
eem without the strength, counsel and
owe of that husband in whose life her
,wn was lost.
Never did a mother have home in the
unset of life richer in sweet companion
hip, tender consideration and filial devo-
ion. Everybody had a kind and loving
word for her, because she had kind and
owing heart that went out in sympathy
less manyschanges in this home. But |
ave heard her speak of the old home in
which she was born, her father and moth
T and of the brothers and sisters who
'layed with her beside the same fireplace,
Vben the world was young and life was
eautifnl. The light in the Old home has
one out. The faces of that household
ave vanished. The voices that echoed
round that hearth are still. The curfeW !
I death has tolled its final notes over the il
asst of that large family of seven children.
Tut the fire kindled on that hearth eighty I
we years ago has not gone out. 1t flames
p again in this new home. Its torch may
ght the pathway of ages to come. We
now not the far reaching results of any
life. We are to do the best
re can-the same as this dear mother
id-and then leave the consequences to .
Eod.
She has touched our hearts by her low
ng spirit, and we will keep her memoryl
till we meet to part no more"
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