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NORTH BENNINGTON.

NORTH BENNINGTON.
W. Fl. Phillips and wife spent Sunday
with his parents here.
y Dr. Gale of Townshend, has located in
our village for the practice of his profes
sion.
Mrs, P. L. Quackenbush, with her
son, Dean, is with her mother, Mrs.
Mary j. Colvin.
81. Stewart Hall and Miss Alice Mahan
were married short time since in
White Creek, N. Y.
Charles Shepard cut his foot, almost
severing his largest toe, which makes
the wearing of shoe somewhat uncom-
Portable.
Harry Phillips has returned from
Northfeld, and is contemplating going
\ to Hartman, Tenn, where he has spent
come time heretofore teaching music.
We notice at the depot several cars
led with blocks of coping stone for
hounds of Gen. j. G. Mccullough.
easure from three to six feet in
the lower side worked off fiat
ends finished feet by IA inches,
4, when laid on the grout founda-
an enclosure two feet high, with
NO or three inches more of unfinished
Some and an average width of eighteen
in(hes, counting the rough stone outside
OF Ne finished ends.
IN concert on Friday evening, the
4th hst., by our village band, under the
dire tion of Prof. d. W. Parker, was
full5 attended, the hall being filed. In
addition to the pieces by the band,
which, were well received, there were
readings by Mrs. W. R. White, "a Leg
end of Bregenz," and "Singing Joseph"
which were rendered with good effect.
Piano solos were given by Miss Esta-
brook and Robinson Hall and vocal
solo by Miss j. D. Atwood and duett
by Miss Atwood and Miss II. S. Yelling
A male quartette-Bottom, Cushman,
GoodiDg and White, sang the cold Oak
en- Bucket" filling out a programme of
merit, and although it was after 10
o'clock when it closed, all felt they had
been given fine entertainment, and
could but wish the band continued sue
cess.
Several from this part of the town
were at the reception on the Goth birth
day of Mrs S. 81. Brown, in Bennington,
last Friday. 1t was very pleasant oc-
casiOn, the meeting of so many friends,
the refreshments so beautifully served,
the arrangements so we'll calculated for
those coming and going, but the most
notable of all was the quiet, dignified
and queenly manner in which the ma
tron and hostess received and entertained
her friends, giving all hospitable hand
and kind words, leaving the impression
that due preparation had been made for
the vicissitudes of life in whatever form
they might come. The children and
grandchildren were prominent in max
ing the visit An ovation, and all were
unanimous in wishing her many returns
of so pleasant an anniversary.
A TRIBUTE TO MRS. HOWE.
Prof. 3. w. Ho,Se and daughter May
Dear afflicted heGrtS-The mention of
Mrs. Howe's death in the BANNER tells
the story of the light going out of your
happy home. know how it seems for |
have been wading through the sorrow
nearly FIVE months, months that feel
like years, weary days and nights too
long for sleep, too disturbed for peace.
Nineteen years ago we became your
next door neighbors and for ten and a
half years there never was a word or
look to mar the friendship which grew
and strengthened between your family
and mine. l know, full well, how essen
tial Mrs. Howe was in your home life;
herself to be and to do all within her
power. To fill her home with love, COM
fort. cheer and helpfulness. She was a
kind, pleasant neighbor, of gentle man.
ners, intelligence and sympathy. Frail in
body, she took pleasure in literature and
was interested in all the important ques-
tions of the day, with many social and
generous graces. l realize how difficult
you will find it to pick up the dropped
thread of life and go on with the weaving,
your hands will tremble and your heart |
too, and ever and anon you will feel that
you must turn to her for counsel, guild
ance and courage. But there is One into
whose willing ear you may whisper all
these unuttered words and be sure of a
divine response. o, how thank God
for this. He knows, He feels, He loves,
and we can trust Him when our eyes
are dim with tears.
1.-THE blessing of her quiet life
Fell on us like the dew;
Aud good thoughts, where her footsteps pressed
Like fairy blossoms grew"