The times., 1894-01-05


written. was the daughter OF Mr.. and Mrs.
Orlando Flint, and was born at Perry Centre,
April 29th 1855. When she was seven years OF
age her parents moved to Maple River. where
with the exception OF one year passed in Ten
nessee, her entire life has since been spent.
Her many amiable qualities are well known to
most of those who reside in this vicinity. She
made many warm and valued friends, whose
friendship once secured she invariably retained.
Her clinging and unselfsh affection and unwav-
ering fidelity to relatives and friends. were
marked characteristics OF her life. Her early
training, together with her natural love for
goodness and right prompted her at the age of
seventeen, to unite with the Baptist church at
this place, OF which she was "a member at the
time of her death This occurred at half past
seven on Wednesday evening and was the final
result of long and painful illness, borne with
remarkable patience and fortitude
During her illness she received the tenderest
care and watchfulness that devoted husband,
father, mother and sister could bestow. She
was the constant recipient OF gifts of flowers
and dehcacies, brought by kind and thoughtful
friends to all of which her loving and apprecia-
tive nature responded in expressions OF heart
felt thankfuness. Although unable to appro-
pirate but little to herself these expressions of
love and sympathy, we're source OF great
pleasure and comfort TO her.
The cheerfulness and readiness with which
she was wont to respond in the past, to the calls
upon her for aid with music and in various ways
at social gatherings, has done much to endear
her to those of her acquaintance. Her loss will
be deeply felt by this community.
She seemed at its commencement to have
premonition that her illness would terminate
fatally, yet she made brave and courageous
resistance desiring to live that she might re-
main yet longer with those so dear to her, For
six weary months she lay in darkened room,
suffering most painfully at times yet exhibiting
great patience and thoughtfulness for the COM
fort OF those attendant upon her. During her
sickness she expressed her desires in regard to
her funeral, choosing the pastor, and the sing
ers from among those who have many times
blended their voices with her own on similar
occasions. When questioned as TO her condi-
tion, her oft repeated reply II am tired Oh, so
tired" prompted the selection for this occasion
OF her favorite hymn Tired"
Her marriage TO s. II. Waugh, took place on
the fifth of May, 1873. Fifteen years, six
months and twenty-five days of happily we'd
ded life were vouchsafed to her. One child was
born to them, baby boy whose little life was
spanned by one brief hour, and now, by its side,
at the noon-tide of her lie, we lay her dear form
TO rest, while we doubt not her affectionate
spirit is bestowing mothers fond caress, so
long withheld, upon her child in that better
| land.
She was the youngest OF three sisters, the
eldest Mrs. Louise A. Bartlett, of Tennessee is,
to her great sorrow unable to be present in this
| trying hour During the closing hours of her
life as speech failed her, she tried in every way
possible To her to return loving answers to the
manifestations of affection and sorrow by those
around her bedside. Responding to each caress
by the feeble pressure OF her lips, in an en-
deavor to return their kisses, while her lips
moved to form words of endearment although
no sound could she utter. Strongly desirous Of
life yet in no way did she manifest fear OF
death but calmly and peacefully met the great
Destroyer, yielding to the will OF the All Father
like tired, confiding child; saying to her
husband "Oh pet / must go and leave you,
leave you alone,'
"Yet not alone; there is q hand can wipe the
mourner's tears
1t points unto that better land beyond the
fight of years."
In reply to him, who in moments of fear and
anguish we have heard to exclaim "If she
should die, what would do?' we would fain
repeat these beautiful lines
'sYou would bend with fond caresses
Ger that lifeless form OF clay.
You would press the clinging tresses
From the marble brow away.
You would fold the hands so slender,
In their long eternal rest,
You would lay them down so tender,
Just above the pulseless breast.
You would close the eyes forever,
You would treasure one brown tress,
You would kiss the lips that never
More could answer your caress.
You would kneel before Gods altar,
At the foot OF his great throne,
And with lips that sadly falter,
You would pray thy will be done.
From the distant golden city,
In the shining realms above,
God would gaze in tender pity,
Heal your aching heart with love."--H.
CARD OF THANKS.
For beautiful and cheering gifts of flowers
and all the kindly assistance Of friends during
| the long illness, and at the burial OF our dear
Carrie; to the singers and to the members of
M. n. +. club and others who so generously
decorated the casket for burial, we can but
offer our feeble thanks, and while standing
beneath the shadow of q newly made grave, we
say to you all, God bless you.
HUSBAND AND RELATIVES.