The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-07-16
CONSIGNED TO THE CRAVE
All That Mas Mortal Of ". George
Powell Laid at Rest.
SERVICES AT HOME AND GRAVE
Many Beautiful Tributes Paid to the
Worth Of Dccsnscd-Large Number OF
Floral Offerings Out OF Town
Persons Who Attended Funeral.

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paid the last respect to the departed.
Soon after 2 o'clock the funeral SER
vices were begun at the family home
on North Lincoln avenue. At this time
the home was crowded and the num-
bers outside necessitated an open air
| service. The speakers stood upon the
| porch, and for two hours the departed
was extolled by many prominent d.
vines. A double Quartette. consisting
| OF Misses Clara Saunders, Lizzie Jen-
kins. Mrs. Cora Metzgar and Mrs. Mary
]. Boston Williams. Evan Miles, Edwin
Bowen Lewis Davis and John w.
Jones. sang ut is Well With My Soul"
| and afterward "God Be With You TIL
We Meet Again" The music was sweet
and was given with depth Of feeling.
| Rev. William Bell, of the Plymouth
| Congregational church, prayed, and the
following divlnes spoke: B. Morgan.
| Olyphant; ]. T. Morris. Bellevue Welch
| Calvinistic Methodist church; and
Hugh Davis, Welch Calvinistic church.
| After this part had been finished the
| gathering to the number of about 1000
| persons marched In single file through
the home viewing the remains as they
| reposed in a handsome quartered oak
| casket.
Pall-bearers John J. Davies, James
Edwards, +. E. Robathan, Joseph
| Lloyd, Theron G. Osborne and Howell
Harris bore the coffin to the hearse and
the remains were conveyed to the
| Washburn Street cemetery, where In
| terment was made.
| Rev. T. c. Edwards Tribute.
The body was lowered into the grave
and Rev. Hugh Davis spoke few
words. introducing the eloquent Rev.
T. c. Edwards. of Kingston, who feel
ingly paid glowing tribute to the de-
parted. The effort was sublime, and Is
considered the most worthy Of the en-
deavors yet made to honor the dead.
The speaker told of the m,ture mind
in frail body, the adult in youth. who
dwelt in realms far beyond the compre-
he'rsion Of the multitude. '1He aimed
high" said the speaker 'he shot at the
stars. Perhaps his very blindness was
only way in which to further COM
mune with the Infinite. No one knows
what passed between God and Mr.
Powell.
He is dead. but his works shall fol-
low him. The pupils who have re-
ceived his attention. in them will for
ever live the teachings of him that Is
gone" Poet d. M. Jones. Of Wilkes
Barre, read the following tribute in
verse to Professor Powell.
You sighed when his neglected harp grew
mute.
Whose songs were marvels Of melodioas
tone
Thought-gems where beauty's promise
| brightly shone;
Or sighed to hear his uncomplaining lute
When strength had failed ambitions brave
| pursuit.
But when with sickness came the blind
| boys moan,
flushed for loves sake. save when he
| grieved alone
You weot for him amid life's golden
fruit!
You smiled with him in hoping happier
things,
When, with sweet health, he should his
| sight receive
Sweet health at least-or fate be less un-
kind!
| u
| believe
He yet should see! And 10! 'tis death that
brings.
At sunset hour. Heavens beauty to the
blind.
Poet Osborne's Beautiful Words.
Theron G. Osborne, Of Greenwood, the
devoted friend Of the deceased, read the
following:
Let the bays for the poets forehead
From loving hands descend,
But better to him from me, know,
Is this. II have lost friend"
A friend! It's Jewel rarer
Than the crown Of king eer bore,
Yet our loss and gain are equal
When friend goes on before.
With the flush Of youth upon us,
The strength Of hope within,
Earth's treasures all around Us
Success that Is ours to win.
What faith In self and the present
AS we hoard our precious storel
But life beyond comes to US
When friend goes on before
What wealth holds earth In keeping
But hearts that are fond and true?
Friends spring at our side and falter
And fade as the flowers do;
While poor grows the world and poorer
As they pass deaths portal Ger,
But the life beyond grows richer
In the friends gone on before.
Today we are bowed in silence,
For bow to His will we must,
LIES bloom has an added grayness-
The spirit Of dust to dust"
The brook has sadder murmur,
The tree has sigh the more.
But the life beyond has frightened
With a loved one gone before.
Chaplain b. G. Beddoe, of Robert
Morris lodge of Ivorites. read the lodge
ritual, and after congregational singing
of an old Welsh hymn Rev. Mr.. Davis
pronounced the benediction and the
mourners dispersed
Many Floral Tributes.
The floral tributes were abundant, the
kind thoughts of friends being this
manner evidenced. No. IA school, Of
which Professor Powell was principal
up to the time of his blindness, sent q
large floral pillow, the class Of '93 Of the
school gave a beautiful Tyre. The
members are: Annie Jones, Mary Dam
iels. Lulu Knapp, Bertha Crawford,
Maude sunders. Annie Jones, Mary
Carpenter Mary Flanagan, Lulu
Leader, Edith L. Williams. Jennie Fell
lows. Edna Kent, Edith Fowler. Kate
Smithing, Gertie Birtley, May Bell
sweetser. Eugene Fellows. Tallie Phil
lips. Willie Morris, Fred Evans, How
ard Davis.
Robert Morris lodge, Of which the de-
ceased was member. contributed q
casket bouquet. and three friends. e. f..
Robathan, Howell Harris and James
Edwards. sent pretty floral pillow.
Clarke Brothers and clerks gave floral
anchor. and other contributions were
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