The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1896-03-05
mrss EDITH g. rRoWnNrDGE.


Memorial services for Miss Edith
Champion Trowbridge, daughter of Mr.,
and Mrs, Thomas r, Trowbridge OF this
city, who died last Friday at Florence
in Italy, We're held at the residence of
her parents ut 1853 Temple street, yes
terday afternoon. The drawing rooms
We're filled with friends of the deceased
young lady and of the bereaved family.
Rev. DR.. Smyth ofiiciated at the SER
vices and after reading from the Scrip
lures, offered a most appropriate
prayer. He then delivered memorial
address, which was in full as follows:
DIR. SMYTH'S ADDRESS.
She hath done what she could"
And she was not, for God took her"
These two Scriptural words are enough,
without further word of ours to ex-
press our thought of her life, which has
been faithful, and which has passed to
its completion beyond our sight. Her
friends shall find her face and charac-
ter framed henceforth in their memo
ries, as finished picture, fair and
bright with youthful promise, yet al
ready become womanly beyond her
years and looking now down upon us
with the light in her eyes of that love
of the highest and the best, to which
before her death she looked up as to
the ideal grace and beauty of her as
piration We need not associate with
her the thought of death. She simply
is not with US more, for God hath tax
en- her. We are spared the association
with her life's end of long and ltnSer-
ing sickness, of hopes tried and broken
by painful months of struggle, of
friendly activity reluctantly dropped,
and of a fair and gracious presence
growing pale and wan, and fading at
last from the thought and lives of 9TH
ers For she has left US in her beauty
and her hopefulness, and we may al
ways think of her, as we saw her last
going from us for little while-not in
deed our little times of parting and re-
turning, but her Lord Christ's little
WHILE" until we shall see her again, her
hope realized, her ideal for herself
gained, her love made perfect. They
have buried her, not amid tempestuous
winds, or beneath a cold, unheeding
sky, but in Florence the beautiful,
which years since she had learned to
partnership of natures loveIiness in her
burial, who herself in her Litchfield
home had gathered often in the early
dawn her choicest flowers to send from
an unknown giver to the sick and the
weary in the hospitals of several cities;
there, where sleeps the poet of the
deathless hope, who could sing mot
deserted" over Cowper's grave, on one
of this earth's most beautiful spots
friendly hands have laid her mortality,
whose spirit has gone on to hopes
fruition." Not here in this home where
her spirit abiding in the heart of love,
is still spirit of hope, and serviceable-
ness and joy, need we be saddened now
by those dread signs of our mortality,
which render death too painful to our
eyes; but in the sure sense of loves inn
mortality, and with thought only of her,
as not dead, but living beyond the rest
less sea of time, and in some happier
CLINE, we may be grateful and glad
even in our sorrow that we have known
her; that some Of us during these last
years have discovered her true worth
and promise, and that, though she has
FASTENED on before us to such service
as God had prepared for her, we may
think of her always as living, and liv-
ing elsewhere as she had begun here to
live in dutifulness and joy of service.
For such was the life, as all who knew
her best will witness, which she had
begun to live here and for which she
was seeking to fit herself more perfect
ly.
AS her pastor / esteem it now gra
cious privilege of memory that / had
come to know her unusual helpfulness
In one of the opportunities of Christian
work into which she had thrown the
loyal dutifulness of her nature. re-
member the spiritual shyness, yet quiet
decision, which without need of ques-
tioning revealed her religious truthful
ness, when one day she came to me to
ask for admission to the communion Of
the church of her fathers. And there
are those of her friends here who saw
at first perhaps with surprise, and who
now remember with grateful apprecia-
ton, the manner in which one who
had seemed reserved in the expression
of her own nature among her friends,
whom in her humility she admired
gained quickly the confidence and open
ed to her helpful touch the hearts of
WORKING SlTlS, dIlQ, wherever she went,
drew little children to her. There has
been brought to me this morning let
ter in which she had found time amid
her busy pleasures to inquire about
different persons in our Working Girls
club, with thoughtfulness like that
which another might show in regard to
some circle of intimate friends. And
with it was a letter addressed to her
dear girls of the Club, concerning
which she invites suggestions from the
friend to whom she sent it, as she
wrote that she wished to interest the
girls, but had no model after which
to write, not knowing how we'll she
had written, because following no
model but that of her own unselfish
heart. She wished to be useful; she had
in her circumstances all that her heart
could wish; but her heart wished above
all for the power and delight of SER
vice according to the measure of her
possible self-training and Gods oppor-
tunity for her. It was for this pur-
pose. in order that she might fit herself
for further and higher serviceableness,
that for a long time she had planned
her Journey and at length set forth
to fit herself by travel, and in the gal
1eries of art, to meet her own high
standards for her future work. 1t is
easier for her friends to know how