The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1895-07-06

life as an ideal one, in the home, the
church, and in those good works which
make for the betterment Of society. He
said among other things: When think
of the precious life that, spanning near
ly century. has rounded out into such
perfectness, and come to so peaceful a
close. cannot keep back the poets
words:
"A perfect woman. nobly planned,
To warn. to comfort and command
Such was the constant testimony to
this noble woman, by her husband, who
for more than so long years. learned to
count her his best adviser, friend, helper
and strength in his great life work.
How often he said to US. Il owe more to
her for what am and what have done
of good in the world, than to all other
human agencies"
Her home and home-friends bear the
same witness. There her children and
her intimates always found sunshine.
She would not allow the shadows of life
to darken the home for her or others.
The burdens and trials. of which she had
her full share, could not drive the sweet,
calm smile from her face, or the serene
trust from her brow. Her home was
center Of life and power, and she was the
center of that home. The daily family
prayer and devotion which both loved,
sent him to his active duties stronger,
truer man, and gave her that divine
grace that wreathed her earthly cares
with heavenly joy.
The church also recognizes her as an
ideal woman. She loved it's work, and
was volunteer in it's activities. She
was the first life member of the Womans
Association of California. She loved
her place here at church and sanctified it
with her presence. Even when more
than four score years were bearing upon
her, and her sight was failing and her
frame was weak, every Sunday kind
hands would help her tenderly to her
accustomed seat and like the aged dis
ciple John, her beaming face seemed to
say to us all,"Little children love one an
other"
The religious stream of her life ran
deep and calm. There was no show, and
little pretense of religion, but you found
it in her every word and deed and
thought; and when her pastor was called
to her bedside. as she thought she was
Nearing the bound of life,
Where we lay our burdens down."
The sweet Psalms were on her lips and
the Apostles words we're in her heart
Father, l am ready now to depart in
peace And nearly two years later,
when the last day came, and the weary
frame was racked with pain, the sanity
voice would whisper, Father. dear Fa-
ther, may l not go soon?" And when
consciousness seemed gone, and the
daughter held the quivering hand, and
began the Psalm she loved so we'll, 1.-THE
Lord is my Shepherd" tremblingly the
feeble lips caught up the words-"I shall
not want" Then the daughter said,
Il0 ndhoLu IIo W ITO uOWu III SToSu
pastures, 'and the mother whispered. HE
leadeth me beside the still waters" And
so the sweet voice answered back, until
her life went out. as the star at evening
time rises over the mountain top and
grows brighter, to cheer the weary trav-
elers on their way while the darkness
deepens.
And now the precious dust has come
back to US, and we are permitted to lay
it tenderly beside the one who walked
with her, hand in hand the whole jour
ney of life, save few short steps. And
here at the foot of these beautiful hills,
which both loved, the weary bodies shall
sleep. But they shall live on in the great
works and greater life, they put into
these institutions of Christian love
which can never perish.
The remains were laid beside her hus-
band. The funeral was largely attended
by representatives of many churches,
and the decorations were in flowers. yell
low and white, the chosen colors of the
Throop Polytechnic Institute.
Mrs. Throop leaves an only daughter,
Mrs. j. G. Vaughan, of Chicago, and
three grandsons, Roger, Leonard and
Gauger.