Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1897-03-26

pathway Of light, of ever expanding
excellence and glory; Frightening q
| tney ascend, becoming more and more
IKE the unpicturable pattern Of infin-
tie perfection; loving with al ever
deepening love; glowing with an ever
increasing fervor; rejoicing In ever adj
vancing knowledge; growing In glory
and power. They are all immortal.
| mere are no failures or reyerses to any
OF them Ages fly away; they soar on
| with tireiess wing. Eons and cycles
advance toward them and retire BE-
hind them; still they soar, aud shout,
and unfold"
This life, my friends, IL u strange
mixture OF joy aud sorrow. From the
brightness aud beauty of Z lovely day,
now frequently We pass into the dark
hess and tempest Of \ dreadful night.
We are surrounded with all that II cal.
| culated to minister to our happtuess
here; our day dreams are 1T . rose
strewn path which reaches u the
very summit OF some coveted attain
ment; with us, to cheer, aud comfort,
and help us, are those whom We foud "
love, and We feel that we have no
cAuse whatever to indulge any serious
apprehension Of future trouble, when,
suddenly the shadow Of an angels
wing fits across our pathway, aud "a
invisible hand snatcl,es loved one
from our view forever. With ono
great surge the joys Of life like the re-
ceding tides of the sea rush away from
the soul, and In the binding dark ness
OF our night OF grief we stand and cry:
20 for the touch Of a vanished hand
And the sound Of voice that II STILL"
Such 10 the present occasion. There
are flowers here, but their beauty and
their perfume do not carry 70 our
hearts the joys Of festive day, for
they have been brought by loving
hands to adorn the cssket In xhic6
lies the still form of the precious dead.
Not only here, but eisew here, there are
heal t. that are heavy with grief, and
eyes that are red with weeping. The
venerable father, too feeble 10 be here
to-day, sits sOrrowing yOnder In Gen.
esee, while the loving daughter In Gin
clnnat lo0ks this way through falling
tears. In the home of sister IN Chat
tanoOga, the deceased passed to her
eternal abode. Many of you have long
been acquainted with her and you will
be interested in this brief sketch Of her
life and death, which her sister, Mrs.
Johnson, handed me this morning:
"SaIiie Kettenbach, the youngest
daughter VI Morris and Priscilla Ben-
ton, was born near PaOli. Orange coun-
ty, Indiana, Oct. "a, 1854, was married
to William +. Kettenhach, Of Indiana
polls, Oct. 81, 1879, where they made
their home until their removal to Lew.
iston. December, 1873. She united
with the Methodist Episcopal Church
at the age of IA, and lived = faithful
member Of the same, until our Heev-
emily Father called her home on the
fourth day of the present month. She
was faithful daughter, q loving sister,
and devoted wife and mother. She
IL loved ~ f. W sisters ARE ever loved.
She was true friend, aud though It
could not be the privilege Of ali her
true friends, and sister to spend with
her those last days, she was with an
other sister, aud all through her illness
it was loving hands that ministered to
her-daughter, sister and niece, being
with her night and day-and AZ she
looked up In their faces, her last words
were: ~ feel just like singing Jesus"
Possibly as she stood by the side Of
the dark river, the one In whom she
trusted, and who uttered the blessed
words; 40 ! am. with you Away"
appeared to her and sweetly whispered:
Fear thou not; for am with thee; ue
not iismayed; for I Am thy God"
If such were the case !. we'll might
she exclaim ~ feel just like singing. !"
Perhaps the open door Of eternity had
revealed to her soul some glimpse Of
the beauty and splendor Of the glory
world. A now venerable servant OF
God once said: when the doors OF
our earthly prison are battered down.
we shall find celestial highways open
and guides waiting. Every death.bed
is II station on the thoroughfares, and
when the death knell sounds, chariot
wilt he at the door"
Much Of the mystery Of life and of
death, We can never hope to unrxvei
here, and possibly eternity may not
unfold 1t all to us, tut we can comfort
ourselves and the sOrrOwing ones TODAY
with the blessed words. '.I.o am
with you"