The Newtown bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-current, 1895-10-11
NUMBER Al.

DER
They are patiently waiting ON the Paradise
shore,
To welcome e'er long in the home OF the blest
Loved ones who may find In their Savior
true rest.
It's not best on occasions like this to be sad,
'Tis better, far better that we should be glad.
good cheer.
And see meath each cloud q silver lining
As we part from our brother and friend at his
door.
All may ne'er meet again on earth's tremu-
lous hore
But little more time and our work win be
done,
Life's battle fought out-win the victory be
won?
Dea N. w. Mitchell spoke briefly of
the great changes that had taken place
in the industrial world since he and Mr.
Fairchild were boys, as the building of
railroads, the telegraph and the tele-
phone. He said that when a tree was old
and began to decay, the signs Of decay
were always first seen at the heart, and
as Mr. Fairchild's heart was still young
and warm, there we're yet no signs of his
growing old.
Rev Otis w. Barker, as the hosts pas
tor, was then called upon, and spoke in a
pleasant, bright vein. Some Of the
things he said were: "Brother william,
you spoke of attending singing-school
when you were young man. OF course,
you have heard of the man who had been
out to an evening party in which he had
evidently been disappointed. and who, on
coming home, asked his wife If she did
not think the meanest person on earth
was the one who could sing and wouldn't.
No. the wife replied, Il think the mean
est person on earth Is the one who can't
sing and will.' do not know to which
class you belong, but for courtesy's sake
we'n put you with the former. We have
a good old fashion in America, when one
has eaten to safety at q dinner, to call
upon him for speech. 1t is said that
the turnpike road to peoples hearts Is
through their mouths, but, imagine, il
you want to reach their brains, you'll
have to switch off on another track. /
am sure that the writer of the S0th
Psalm had never heard of Newtown, of
its invigorating air that enters like q
tonic into the lungs, of its sloping hill
sides Of green, and of its good, warm
hearted country folk-or he would never
have set the limit of human life at three
score and ten. But we rejoice, our
brother, that you have not yet drunk the
wine of life to the last drop. The sun Of
your day is westerning, but it is still
scattering its beams Of glory. In the
days Of ancient Greece, the runners at
the Olympic games counted as the rich
est reward their prowess could gain the
small wreath of laurel that was placed
on the victor's brow. We are glad that
we to-day know there awaits you some
thing far better than a wreath Of fading
laurel; you will receive one day the un-
fading crown of righteousness, and on
your brow it will be placed by Him who
is conqueror over the grave. 1t used to
be the custom, when q young Indian left
the wigwam with his bride, the old chief
took two sheaves Of grain and leaned
them one against the other, symbolizing
by this act that husband and wife are to
lean on each other through life and bear
each others burdens. We congratulate
you that for these AZ years you
have had one true helpmeet to lean upon,
who has borne with you your griefs and
shared with you your Joys" In closing,
Mr. Barker, in behalf of many of thost
assembled, presented to Mr. Fairchild 8
handsome rocker, as token of their cor
dial friendship and love. The rocker wai
of oak, neatly upholstered in brocstell.
and plush, and will prove very useful Il
the recipient in the coming days for res
and reflection.
With many wishes for continued heslti
and prosperity, the company at an early
hour in the evening dispersed. This is 4
full list of those who were present: Des
Henry Fairchild and wife, E. L. johnson
and wife, Mrs Lucy A. Beers, Dea n. w
Mitchell and wife, G. L. Mitchell anl
wife, Mrs Hartshorn, ]. w. Knowltol
, and wife, j. B. Wheeler and wife, Re-
Otis w. Barker and wife, G. F. Dun
combe and wife, W. C. johnson and wife
C. B. johnson and wife and Frani
Lemuel johnson, Mrs A. c. Moore, Mr
L. M. johnson and Earl Levan johnson
. Miss Julia B. Duncombe, Miss Elsi
Moore, Miss Nellie Fairchild, Arthu
Moore, Henry Moore.