The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1894-08-23
IN MExoRIAx.
IDALIE MAuDE cox.

During the past three months mum.
ber of ladies have met every two weeks,
at the home of Mrs. j. H. Richards, to
listen to illustrated talks on nursing,
hygiene, &c. Miss Maude Cox was one
of the most esteemed members, and
gave much valuable practical instruction.
At the last meeting, August 20, the fol.
lowing memoir was read and resolutions
offered:
"Here lies one whose name was writ in
water" the imperishable words which
the talented author OF Endymion dictat-
ed for his own epitaph may fitly be sp.
piled to her whose memorial we this
day read. But, as the beautiful thoughts
written by him live on through the
years, so the good done by her, the
kindly thoughts expressed, shall live
long after the fertile brain has ceased its
work. Many of the gifted early dead
are among the immortals. Upon the
lips that spake so wisely and 80 well at
the last meeting Of the "Fortnightly,"
''life's reticence" has swiftly, unendingly
fallen. Seventeen years ago I learned
to know and love my pupil, Idalie
Maude Cox, and through all the change.
fui since, I have watched her career
with more than ordinary interest, know
ing SO well her capabilities.
Possessed of refined, sensitive ma
ture, always delicate, she was lily fitted
to battle with the worlds activities.
A girl of high aspirations, noble, gen.
erous impulses sympathetic, of unusual.
ly vigorous mentality, had her physical
endurance equalled her mental powers
what might she not have become
An aluminus of High School and COL
lege, and an ornament to each. Her
frail figure comes before me and hear
her sweet, incisive voice in response to
toast at College Alumni Reunion, '93,
saying: "No life can be pure in its pur.
pose and strong in its strife, and all life
not be better and purer thereby"
She possessed the sensitiveness about
small matters that betokened health.
full conscience. Her physician says of
her, Zone OF the most conscientious
persons ever knew"
To talk with her was inspirational.
Her conversation was uplifting. The
choicest in music and literature appealed
to her. The ladies who were present at
the first talk will remember her quoting
from Emerson-"Hitch your wagon to a
star"
While she was studying in Cincinnati,
she sent me beautiful poem in the
measure of Hiawatha, written after
hearing one OF Shubert's sonatas. The
music in her soul found expression in
the written lines.
When out of a chrism of sorrow the
benifcent scope of the "Fortnightly'
took shape, Miss Cox generously
gave of her gifts, her time,
her experience to it's aid. How valuable
that aid was each can testify. Only
those who have been ill and have felt
the comforting presence and skill ol
the trained nurse can fully realize the
beuifcence of her chosen vocation
With her deft ladylike ways, quiet
alert, reticent, gentle manners, we can
understand how we'll she filled her posi-
ton. On that last day ofthe Fortnightly
could the prescient soul have felt that
mortal life was touching the rim of the
Infinite So replete with hopeful
clear.cut, tersely-put, rapidly.uttered
thought was that last two hours talk
her pale spiritulle face aglow with en-
thusiasm.
Twenty six short years from the un
folding to the closing, when the spark
that had so long been waning, in the
early morn of July 81, 1894, quietly and
peacefully went out.
With kindred dust she rests beyond
the reach or need of human aid OF
human ill.
Why life ofsuch rare promise shoult
80 soon be ended, we do not under
stand.
We cannot interpret Gods mysteries
We only know that he who gave takett
away. She already knows why she il
yonder.
She has solved it-Life's wonderful problem
The deepest, the strangest, the last;
| And into the school of the angels,
With the answer forever has passed.
How strange that in spite of our questioning,
| She maketh no answer nor tells,
| Whv m aO0n were life'a hOnOriUg laur6l6
Dispelled by Gods immortelles.
How strange she should sleep so profoundly,
80 young, yet so worn by the strife,
| While beside her, brimful of hopes nectar,
Untouched, stood the goblet Of life.
Men sleep Ike that when the evening
OF long weary day drOppeth down,
But she wrought 30 well, that the morning
Brought for her the rest and the crown.
'Tis idle to talk of the future,
Or the rare ''might have been" mid our tears
God knows all about it, yet took her
Away from the oncoming years.