The Newtown bee., 1896-02-28


 relation of Christian mother. It ia a mother whose death we mourn today | a mother whose frail body shallrbe soon | Ia in it's last resting place; a mother whose name will be inscribed upon the stone in the cemetery wonder; as mother we shall think of her, and as such she will finger fondly in our mem- Ory till we, too, rest from our labor and follow her along the pathway to the skies.
 The text instantly suggests that the loss of mother is a peculiar loss. Ooe : who mourns for his mother mourns in 8 peculiar way; there is something so unique and distinguishing about it, says the Psalmist, that I select that kind of mourning as a symbol of my heavy grief. There are other losses that may bring arrows into our hearts just as smitiDg, and open just as poignant wounds of grief, but yet the loss of 8 mother stands out individual and alone. IA bus. band is commanded to leave father and mother and cleave to his wife; the twain are made one flesh; she is bone of his bone, and flesh of his flesh, Some of you here to-day, and especially he tow ard whom our symp2thies now all turn, have been called upon to bear the loss of wife. L5 has been like tearing & part of your very self away. The loss has stunned you. She was the sharer of your grief, the partner of your joy; she was the little woman who stood by your side and bore patiently, tenderly, oh so bravely, the brunt and strain of ifes battle. There is heavy loss in that. Some of you know what it is to lose 8 sister. She WAS your playmate she romped With you in your childish sports, She went to the same school with you. She was sheltered under the syme roof. She was brought up under the sam@ fathers care. She ate at the same table, The sweet bloom of her mHjdeuhood 2as just expanding into the -"ecter fruit of womanhOod; the bud WAS breaking into the flower. There :aS heavy loss in that Many ol us nave lost frlend; true friend, g dear frjena, the friend thqr slickoth claser tuau brother t1d there are pvao s.n.l numu fgtands like th4-) fhy f.jead wt;o ..l nauy "rce-jon~ had proved him elf js;ai, chl f ,"Gd Who s.-"mod r9 ,hl.j. ,. jr4~s if Ajs u.-~tJu iu ;h@ world Wa tn ne,pus in @@.d, rto friend vllo,e (rjs.U- <n.p h. u wis .lreJh+5.ot D,vil ro J n
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 N0d what was mother co th1 homy Nle WAS not only tEe light, she WAS taa fife, of the home. Motllr made the home. When mother was in the home. WE W2re sur" of friend there, true frinDd, a dear iond. When mother was m the home, We were sure of some one rested in u there, some one to tell "ur troubles to, some one to tell our cares 10, aotr, one to cry to. You have .een the young il .dgipg leave the nest ju=t learning tU llg. and fly through the "iG beating aga nsc the winds, battling with the tempest, till at night it came weary of piniou and tired of wing back to the nest, back to The mother bird, to shelter under her soft wing and rest. So we have just started out from home, learning the great les suns of sober fife; we have beaten against the winds of advorsity, we have Dufoced with the tempest of hard cir cumstauce; and then we have come back home to shelter ourselves in the motber-love and find rest.
 The loss of mother is peculiar. be- cause it places us,as it were,a generation nearer the grave; by that event we . seem suddenly lifted into the foremo | rank of the travellers toward eternity When mother goes, we almost seem to catch snatch from the song of the re- deemed, and to see beam of the celes. tial light as the pearly gates are swung ajtr,
 I leave it for others to speak, from closer acquaintance, in more detail of this life, whose passing out from us has east a shadow upon many a hearCh-s5one and caused grief to many 8 heart. I 0nlr know this, that her life was lived in the querand unobtcusiveness of the home. and that her life now goes on in th4 life of her children, like river ever l broadening in it's fl ,w, enriching and l beautifyiDg all the land it touches, l sweeping majestically till it loses itseIf 1 in the sea. Her children will remember and in true literalness they shall fulfil the language of the inspired writer, for even now they "arise up and call her blessed"
 Rev Mir Johnson, pastor of the Congre gational church, New Milford, offered prayer, and then Dr Davenport was in- troduced, He said he had not come ex- pecting to participate in the service, bur had come rather to show his sympathy with and his love for MT Hoyt and fam fly. He prefaced his remarks with that verse of Scripture, "So he giveth his be- loved sleep" "What help," said Dr Davenport, twas this good wife to her husband in all his ministry. And I was thinking of the many to whom he had brought comfort in this audience in their afflction. And will they not now minis ter to him?" He expressed his satfsfao- rion at seeing so many Cheshire friends of the family, and Dr Davenport said he desired to thank them. 1T have known | Mrs Hoyt," continued Dr Davenport, ''as the center of a loving home. She always seemed to me wonderful spirit, full of