The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1897-08-31

y. c.. also arrived on Thursday, IN an
swer to a telegram, to conduct the pam
full obseouies of his devoted friend. lie
was kindly assisted by the beloved ana
venerable DR. Buxton, of Lemon, the
rector of the Protestant Episcopal
church.
The presence of these two dlvlneS OF
different Christian communlons IN the
same pulpit, seemed very properly TO
catch the deep sympathy of the great
congregation who came to worship lhe
God of consolation, as they testihed I'd
His abundant grace, bestowed upon Ills
true saint. so lately called from this vale
of tears to the Happy Valley of Rest.
The funeral service began at p. IN.
in the Baptist church of LenOir, and at
3 d. m. the cortege left for the grave,
which was tastefully prepared by the
friends and neighbors, at the beautiful
Chapel of Rest in the Happy Valley"
across Green mountain, eight miles
away
The chief mourner among us all CRATE
fully testified to a memorable truth
that such sympathy as had been mani
tested that day did indeed allay or make
quiet the voice of grief and help the suf-
ferer to bear up under his irrevocable
and indescribable sorrow.
Here a second service was held in the
Chapel of Rest" in which each Of the
ministers took part. The choir followed
to the grave and sang, after the com
initial by DR.. Skinner, several touching
hymns, tenderly and tearfully rendered.
1t was a sad and yet a blessed occa-
sion as we buried out of our sight, IN a
double casket, the mortal remains Of one
g intc
doubly so, in the home prepared for her,
in the Fathers many mansions above.
Could we ask her now, how was it
with you in death, and how is it now?
In imagination we fancy her answer:
II dreamed. and in my dream l died,
With one short moments bursting strife,
Ny spirit upward sprung;
But on the verge of either life
Yet one short moment hung;
And from ten thousand thousand strings
One music spread from all
A strain of glory heard above,
And heard on earth, a strain of love
But oh, with a bounding thrill
| felt the airs that never chill,
The strength that knows not years.
No cloud in all the heavens sweet blue;
No more of doubt, where all was true;
No death to close the longing view;
No dream of future tears.
The way was passed, and / could stand,
AS if on Jordan's farther strand;
AS if the palm-branch in my hand,
The chaplet on my brow,
4 wanderer resting at her home,
a pilgrim at the holy dome,
To lions mountain | were come;
Eternity was now!
Oh, joy, beneath the gathered sail,
To hear from far the bowling gale,
And feel the haven won!
Oh, joy, along the well-fought field,
To see the conquerors' spear and shield,
Give back the setting sun!
ALL all was mine, and battles din,
And the wild sea Of grief and sin,
No more with morn should yet begin;
For all their work was done.
Then forth the fire Of gladness broke.
And all my newborn memory spoke,
And all it's raptures rushed to meet
In you best psalm of happiest days,
My thought ON God shall still be sweet,
And all my being shall be praise
And now, 0, Lord of life / cried,
Around me spread, unknown and. wide,
Thy ways, painless sea;
But thy dear love till now is tried
And / will go where thou wilt guide,
And where Thou art / dare abide
For ever safe in Thee"
THOMAS F. SKINNER