The Newtown bee., 1897-08-06

the roaring gulf of a sub-glacial river
To plunge into its gloom and whirl
seemed to be leap into the jaws Of
death, but there was nothing else to do.
The guide made the plunge, crying,
''Follow me-" They were tossed about
in the the icy waters and deafened by it's
roar, but in few moments were swept
out into the summer air and
the green vale Of Chamouni.
So the Christian must pass
through the dark valley of shadows
there is no escape from that-but the
dark valley ends in the light and
peace Of Heaven.
"Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may
rest from their labors." Rest is q
passion of the human mind; rest is the
craving of every life. Whether it be
the faded animal pulling the heavy load
up the long incline OF the hill, or the
tired toiler on life's highway who takes
up the burden of each day with some
WEAKNESS left from the day before, the
desire Is ever the same. With David,
oppressed with the treachery of friend,
is Joined the universal cry of the human
heart, "Oh, that l had wings like q
dove for then would fly away and be
at rect" God saw the need of rest, and
so He has placed in human life the
golden clasp of the Sabbath that binds
the days Of the week together. 1 said to
Dea Fairchind few days ago, in homely
phrase, ~ know that you have
your trunk all packed" eyes," was
his answer, 81 have had 1t packed for
quite while now" He longed for
rest. He wanted to get free from the
letters Of weakness that he found in
this poor tenement of clay, and he
sighed for home. Could any of us wish
him back? There is rest over there, and
the best sort of rest will be rest in plans
in desires fulfilled, in am
billions served. How little we do here
of what we want to do! How few things
turn out as we want to have them
How seldom does the ending appear as
was promised at the beginning! Not so
over there.
And their works do follow them"
Y GU have stood on the shore of the sea
and watched the ship 60 sailing away.
You have watched 1t as It's hull grew
smaller and smaller, as Its rigging
gradually was lost sight of below the
horizons dip, and finally even the tip of
the topmost mast had gone from view
Ind you said, ~ shall not see that ship
again" So, too, you have watched by
the dying bed Of friend, as the beat
of the pulse grew fainter, as the mist
gathered before the vision, as the tide
of life went slowly out to the sea; and
you have said, ~ shall not see him again
until 1, too, embark on the black-winged
vessel ana take the voyage to the further
shore. But, with the life of Dea
it is not all gone; the best
part yet is here. His influence is with
US his works do follow him. The mem
DRY of what he was and how he lived
shall be the sweet story that we shall tell
to our children's children. 1t shall be
an ineffaceable part of the history OF
this church. How fitting it is that we
should take leave of him o-day in the
church which he 80 much loved, near
che communion table where for almost
40 years he faithfully served as dea-
con. He loved this church with the
ardor Of youth in the passion of his
first love. It was dear to him as the
apple Of his eye. 1t was very part of
himself. He looked well to it's interests
in "the day of small things" and he has
reioiced In the prosperity that has come
in the latter time That life needs no
enlogy from me. Tine cannot add to it,
and time cannot take one iota of its
worth away. There are two immortali-
ties that belong to useful lives, an Inn
mortality in the realms above and an
Immortality Of influence among men.
AS long as this church stands, the name
of Dea Henry Fairchild shall be in the
hearts of men. And now the time comes
when we must say farewell. Kind soul,
" IT'S hard to part when trien DIS are DEAR
Perhaps It will cost sigh, a tear;
Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time;
Say not "Goed night" but In some brighter
cline
Bid me GOOD morning"
--sSe--
The many friends of Attorney William
J. Beecher are gratified to see him about
again, after confinement of several
weeks to the house. He made his first
trim IN hfo Rridnonort offsaa~au Mandav