The Newtown bee., 1899-01-27
TOWN TOPICs.
Funeral of Marcus c. Hawley

l heV MT baFRefs who spoke earnestly and with feeling, as follows:
 l The death of our brother came to us all as a sudden shock. We had been ex- pectiug that he would get well, that we would once again see his familiar form upon the Street. The last news which reached us from those near to him was thaC there were bright hopes of his over- coming his sickness but it was not so to be. God had a better way of answer ing our prayers. Sometimes God an swers our petitions along the lines of poor limitation that we mark out for | Him; and sometimes He opens the gates of glory to our loved ones, letting the radiance of Heaven's brightness stream forth and receiving them to His bosom and rest. Our brother is indeed well. He now CT joys the perfect health of Heaven. You recall the story of the little girl, tossing on her feYerish bed, who, when her ia ther leaned over her with streaming eyes, said to him, HPa pa, I'll be better in the morning." Her words were literally true, for in the morn ing God had taken her to the better home and the brighter life.
 want to express sincerely my sense of personal loss in the going away of ouI friend. Coming as 8 young man to this my first pastOrate, he often took occasion to befriend me, the details of which it is not necessary for me to mention here. I shall miss his warm grasp of the hand, his kind word of greeting, his encourage ment in many ways. How much he will | be missed in the business world He was man of large affairs, vast concerns engaged his mind. IJ was indeed true that his interests extended from ocean to ocean; the breadth of his industry went from the Atlantic to the Pacific main. His business began on the wes- tern slope of the Sierras when that country was new, and it reached it's present scope. How much we shall miss him in our little church | His very presence was an inspiration, and oftentimes his being in our midst would call forth thoughts from me that, | perhaps, would not otherwise have found expression on my lips. He had, as it ! were, passion for attendance at the worship of Gods house; and on several occasions, when absent from home, and even in foreiga land, at personal sacri- | flee he was found with Gods people Oh the Sabbath day.
 A small community like this is quite | different from city or town. In larger places what would be passed by with a glance at the morning paper, holds our attention and makes impre ssions not likely soon to die. Our interests here are 80 mutual, our lives are so bound uL with one another, that we feel, as Paul puts it: And whether one mem. Der suffer, all the members sui fer with it." Thus, wheI one who was prominent in our village life, passed the great border-line, it gives us far more than passing thought There is the place where we held delight. ful converse with him upon the street there is the house where we used to meet with him in the pleasant social hour there Is the pew where he Worshippee with us in church. Surely the going ou of this life gives us anew, with strong emphasis. the lesson of the uncertainty of life. Whoever hopes to stay hert long Is building a house on slipping sands. Our home here Is but the way tarer's tent. Life here is but the sug gestion of life; in Gods great to. morrov V we shall truly live.
 When the lengthening shadows wer, gathering around our brother, out of tn, weakness of his physical frame, he said "Is this death? Tell me, is this death ? l have often though that when we talk, upon our lips some words in our Ian guage that are big words because the, are 80 pregnant with meaning, such 8 death, Heaven, God, eternity, " have no inception of what these thing are until we ourselves pass through tn experiences which they suggest.
 Our brother has walked through tn valley of shade; he knows what thi valley means, and we, too, shall knoy when we follow in the way over whic he has gone before. But, however muc . uncertainty may surround deaths ports we know for the Christian it opeus ou into life. God always gives us brass fo iron, silver for brass, and gold for sllyeI
 When He lets His servant, Peter, out ( prlsoo, Peter finds an angel wai5iDg hil ! at the gate; when He loosens the chair of the captive, He gives him the shield the conqueror; when faith is no nor, sight takes it's place; when the earthl hou, of this tabernacle is dissolved, Go gives building not made with hand ! eternal in the heavens.
 You see that all this fastens upon u unseen; but the unseen things are u real things, and when the shadows earth pass away, we especially find tn i. out. See yonder tall tower rising in tl
 midst of the waves. About it's base
 the heaving ocean; the tumultu. IS bi
 lows roar against it, and you would ss
 that nothing is better symbol of tn
 which was tottering and ready to fa But underneath the dashing pillows ai
 the heaving sea is the firm, solid TO,
 which cannot be shaken. could sleep
 that tower, only lu1led to ress by Il
 hurricane sweeping about me, for won
 know that the foundation below V
 securer than that of the most gorReo
 palace upon the sandy, surf-beaten shor
 So, owever the pillows of miechan ' roar about the Christian, and the vicis
 tudea of life buffet nim, he knows that
 all times underneath him Ia the Everlal
 Ing Rock, even the Rock or Ags {. Whoever trusts in Chat Rock Is fis 1 ldsath, prepared to meat hla lod, q