News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1894-11-08
OBITUARY.
MRS. AEvILLA wooDwoRrH.


Mr.. Arvilla Woodworth. wife of LYMAN
Woodwork, died suddenly Of apoplexy at.
her home IN Morrisyille, Oct. %, 1894, aged
so years.
She had been in her usual health ND 70 the
time OF her death. and wss even about her
household duties when the fell destroyercame
Her death, therefore, came as a terrible shock
to her many friends.
Mrs. Woodwork was the daughter Of the
late Capt. Warren Spauldng, and the young
est OF his children She was bOrnin and spent
her days in the town Of Morristown, for which
she had great attachment. As a wife and
mother she was ever loving, devoted and
faithful, and her home and its interests were
her absorbing care. Still, she always had at
heart the welfare of her Deighbors and friends
and was ever ready with helping hand and
sympathetic heart to aid the sick and needy.
By her genial way and kindly greeting, she
won the love, confidence and esteem Of all who
knew her
large number of her old neighbors and
friends were present at her funeral. and bore
testimony to her love and worth by appreci-
ative word and sympathetictear. Her funer-
al was attended by Rev. DR.. l. z. Booth from
the residence of her son-nlaw, Elmer Harris,
Oct %, where she. with her husband. had of
late made their home.
She was the mother of seven children. three
of whom passed to the realms of shade before
her. The others, with her husband and a
host of friends, are left to mourn her loss.
The following verses read at her funeral
WILL In measure, express the sentiment of
the hearts that knew her best -
Could now the silence of these lips
Wake into speech once more to-day
With their sweet tones of old-time love-
What last words, think you, would they
say?
"Weep for me tenderly for l.
Were you here lying in my place,
Would press my warm lips on your brow,
And rain the hot tears on your face.
"For is it not deaths sting to know
That, howe'er happy, still apart
Our pathways lead us, while the old,
Strong love still yearns within the heart?
"And, when this body's laid away,
Id have you my low eartb-bed make
All fresh with grass, and sweet with flowers,
And sacred for the old times sake.
"But then, sweet friends, look up and on
Let sunshine all the clouds break through;
And do not, for my sake, forget
what for the living you should do!
Let not the shadow of my loss
Darker the path the living tread
But let the memories of my past
Still cheer and help though | am dead.
These ears can hear your words no more,
However fondly you may speak:
For my sake then, With words of love,
Inc living cheer, ana help the weak.
my heart, now STILL no longer aches:
But weary thousands watch and wake
Through dreary nights and hopeless days;
Help them before their sad hearts break
"Your willing hands for me have wrought
But now | need your help no more.
The service you would render me
Give those who suffer at your door.
"Cherish my memory in your heart
But, lest it grow selfish thing,
Make channels for thousand streams,
Of which my love shall be the spring.
$50 from the grave | still may speak;
Still help the Borrowing world to bless
| Still live, though dead, and swell the tide
Of human love and happiness"