St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1896-02-07
A TRIBUTE TO MRS. MYRA ROBERTS.

On New Years day, at Lyndon, the
last sad rites were performed over the
house Of clay, from which, two days be-
fore, went the sweet spirit, the great soul
of Myra Roberts; ready and eager to
''cross the bar" that she might meet
her Pilot face to face"
Some who knew her but slightly, or for a
brief period, asked, why, within radius
OF several miles, and outside the circle of
her kith and kin, and beyond herintmate
neighbors, do so many eyes moisten, and
voices tremble, when her name is men
toned and her deeds and bearing re erred
to?
1t is written, "the curse, causeless
shall not come" 1t is also true that
blessings and praises, during long life
and afterwards, do not rest on ones
head and memory, all deserved,
For little less than hall century
Mrs. Roberts lived on the old farm where
she died rearing three sons, George, Al
bert and Orange, now in middle life, who
have lived continuously till this date in
their and their mothers home; and one
daughter Luva, who died about twelve
years ago three years after her marriage
TO Mr.. Sylvanus Randall OF st. Johns
bury. Her husband preceded her in S92.
For about 20 years She furnished home
for her mother, who was 90 years old at
her death.
Soon after her marriage, a baby
nephew, cripple, was lett an orphan,
but he found a loving welcome in Aunt
Myra's words and actions, too and in
sickness and deCrepitude, and in health
there was little OF the latter for 40
years, that welcome wore, yes, and grew
brighter in ministries and good cheer, in
motherly love, unstinted, in kind deeds,
countless and precious, till the perfect
day came for him, Dec. 23d last, when he
quit the awry, twisted tenement of flesh
tor perfect body and a house not made
with hands.
Alter his funeral last Christmas, she
remarked, "My work on earth is done"
No doubt, at that moment Paul's sub
lime words, II have fought the good
hight etc, were ringing through the
chambers OF her soul.
An older sister, in her old age, became
81 N'll'lINSS NlNpN anu WAS lClluSTIN III
vited to share her home, where she now
lives.
For strangers, neighbors, people whom
she met from adjacent towns, whether
on business or IN social way, she al
ways had smiles or welcome, but oltener
both, generous with refreshments and
lavish with fruit, of which she had an
abundance.
The old farmhouse was in paradise of
flowers in which her hand, heart and
soul delighted. To cultivate them, add
new varieties, watch their growth aud
development, enter into communion with
them, bestow them upon friends, lavish
them on the sick or the poor far and near,
was to her consolation and a soul ex-
panding delight
She helped the needy, she applauded the
successful wept with those who had
cause for tears, rejoiced with those who
triumphed, and comforted and aided the
sick Tor miles around. So on last New
Years day
Many a poor ones blessing went
With her, beneath the low green tent,
Whose curtain never outward swings
She loved her neghbor as herself: she
loved her God, believing that He was her
earthly as well as her Heavenly friend,
knowing He communed with her and
and sustained her every day,