Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1893-04-27
TWENTY-oNE YEARS.
Annual Reunion orc. w. Osxood's Sunday
School Class ~

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Annual Reunion OF 9. w. Osgood's sunday
School Glass.
The annual gathering of c. w. Osgood's
Sunday school class was held at his residence
last Thursday evening, about go being pres.
ent. Among those from out of town were
Mr. and Mrs. Fred Fay from Keene, Mrs. w
White from Fitchburg, George l.. Leonard
from New York, Miss Addie Osgood from
Lawrence and G. Herbert Osgood from Am.
herst. Words of welcome from Mr.. Osgood
were followed by piano solo by Miss Fannie
AOsgood. l.. S. Hayes then read letters OF
congratulation from absent members, which
was followed by poem, "Reunion," by Mrs.
L. G. Osgood. George l.. Leonard then
spoke In behalf of absent members. &. l..
Barber sang a solo. Rev. j. Ellsworth Fuller
ton gave an interesting talk on the church and
Sunday school. c. Herbert Osgood followed
with an Grafton on Lowell and Whittier, and
Mrs. Fullerton read a delightful paper en-
titled "Weaving." N. G. Williams spoke In
behalf Of the Sunday school, and Hon. A. N.
Swain for the invited guests. The class
tribute was written and read by Mrs. A. j.
HOlley, and hand painted souvenirs, contain
ing the tribute, were given to each one pres
ent. Many were painted especially for the
ones to whom they We're given, and caused
much amusement The class song, written
by one OF the class, was sungby @. Herbert
fOsgood. q Refreshments were served and a
pleasant social time was enjoyed before the
party returned to their homes. We print be-
low the paper which was read BIZ Mrs. Full
lerton: s -A .>
have read that in the manufacture of
the beautiful tapestries for which Eastern
countries are famous, the weavers sit at their
looms copying the pattern from the wrong
eli nd wi al, hn ~
side of the fabric they weave. With greatest
care the shuttle is piled and skillful fingers
adjust the threads of different shade and
texture. Never until the fabric is completed
do the weavers behold the work which their
hands have wrought. Then it bursts upon
their sght-a thing of marvellous beauty. We
are gathered tonight to look upon the weav-
ing of q years. For 81 years has the shuttle
been swiftly plying and texture and shade ar
ranged with discriminating care. What
seams and wrinkles during that time have
been smoothed out; how many knots olsen
wrong side of the fabric. Not yet do our
eyes behold the beauty of that which our fin
gers, with delicate skill, have wrought. God
grant that, though the frost and snow may
love to linger and to nestle each year more
closely upon your heads, many, years may
come and go before you may look upon your
completed work. What in these many years
have we been weaving? Garments only of
bright glowing colors with which we may be-
deck ourselves, and which may become moth
eaten and valueless? 1t is related of Eng
lands queen that on one occasion, when she
was attired in her royal robes in which she
was to attend dinner of high state, word
was brought to her that one of her subjects,
poor woman, was about to undergo in the
hospital severe and dangerous operation,
and that she begged necessarily that she
might once more look upon the face of her
In in tho ohuS aian mr. NJ
es had tried to quiet her. She positively re-
fused to submit to the terrible ordeal until
she had once more beheld her queen. Touched
by her devotion the queen stripped the jewels
from her fingers and seizing simple mantle,
with which she concealed herelegant appar-
ell, she was driven hastily to the hospital,
and sitting by the cot of the suffering woman
she held her hand until the dreadful opera
ton was over. To nv mind, dear friends,
far above the royal robes in Windsor or Ken
sington; far beyond the fine linen and the
purple of Tyre; far, far beyond the magniti-
that simple silken robe. Truly to good pur-
pose shall our shuttles ply if we weave such
robes as this. But whence comes the pattern
which we copy? ''See that thou make all
things after the pattern shown to thee in the
Mount" Only when we get far above the
mists and smoke and din and strife of earth
do we get the color and shading of our pat
tern. And the face of our sovereign and the
touch of his strong, yet tender hand strength
ems US for our toll in the valley below. How
often in the mount of TRANSPORTATION have
we said, "Lord it is good to be here; let us
make us tabernacles that we may abide here
forever" And our Lord has answered, ''Not
yet, disciple; for at the foot of the mountain
there waiteth for thee the sick and the sor
rowing, or Zone sore veXed"-waiting for
thy soothing touch. Weave on then oh
weaver, at thy loom; add patiently one by
one the threads, though the shuttle fall some
times from thy orer-wearied fingers. Weave
for yourselves fair garments that shall en-
dur, when the earth shall wax old and van
ish away. Weave rich tapestries fit to adorn
the palace of your King. And when at
length the Great Designer shall turn to you
the right side of your finished fabric, then
shall your astonished eyes behold in its beau
ty and completeness that which in faith and
patience you have wrought, having "no spot
nor wrinkle nor any such thing"