The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1897-01-02
MRS. JOHN wsrER .vrroa.
IN MEMoRIAM.

IN MEMoRIAM.
The few. lines containing the an
nounoement of the sad death of Anna
B, Fitch convey but faint idea of the
shock and grief which her death has
caused by hundreds Of loving hearts,
and of the loss which New Haven So
ciety has sustained. Connected by
birth and marriage with three of the
Oldest, time honored families of New
Haven's history--Brewster, Fitch and
Heaton--she might well have prided
herself upon her ancestral blood, but
not the slightest trace of pride was
seen In her character. She aspired to
no leadership of Colonial Danes or ex-
elusive society circles: and yet as one
or the brightest stars in New Haven's
social life, her influence was always
for the best. She was a general fav-
orite with all who knew her, yet her
simple ambition seemed to be to only
realize the perfect role of loving wife
and mother and to carry out the words
OF her master, to bring comfort and
cheer to those who are weary laden
and heavy of heart" The writer could
tell of scores of instances, where with
her pleasant smile and bright magnetic
personality, Mrs Fitch in her brief life
brought cheer and comfort to many
hearts in trouble, and she seemed to be
a living example of the well known
words.
"a little word in kindness spoken.
A motion or a tear;
Has often healed a. heart that's broken
And made q friend sincere
Words are but faint comfort for loss
like hers. But few short days ago
she was the pe.fect picture of health
and happiness. and her death has left
an aching void that there is no one to
fill.
Hei' loss to her husband and children
Is simply irre2arable, and from friends,
acuuaintail2es and even strangers,
therL seams to be for her death only
universe. grief. More than sixty
years ago Washington Irving wrote
those we'll known lines, Glow many
bright eyes grow dim, how many soft
cheeks grow pale; how many lovely
forms fade away in the tomb, and none
knoweth the cause that blighteth their
love'1nees. All, well, the ways Of Our
Lord and Master are past finding out
and though we are told that they are
always for the best, yet in times of
trouble one cannot help feeling like
that late distinguished divine, who on
an occasion like this, is said to have re-
marked, THAT If he could only have
had little personal conversation with
the ruler of our destinies, he thought
our Lord would have ordered things DIFF
ferently."
The short death notice in the columns
of the daily papers kindly requested
that all flowers be omitted-perhaps it
is just as Well, for If every one who
loved the bright spirit who has left us,
brought but a single rosebud to lay
upon her bier, the aisles of historic old
Trinity would at her funeral be banked
knee deep with flowers We know that
she is happier and that the loss falls
heaviest upon the living and those who
are left behind And yet, if Ian Mac
Claren's' words are true, and New Ha-
ven like "Drumtochty'' has possibly a
judgment book OF it's own, all who knew
and loved the subject of these lines
must feel that no brighter or Drawer
page will ever be found in our Judgment
book than the one with the simple
heading anna B. Fitch