The Newtown bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-current, 1899-01-13

The funeral service of Charles Jonas
was held at his late residence on Pros
pect street in Torrlngton, Wednesday.
afternoon, Janusry 4, at o'clock. Tor
rington ia o busy place; work Is in the
very air, and the whirr OF machinery
wheels and the blowing of many factory
whistles constantly stir the people up to
keep eyer at work. Thus many friends
OF Mr. Jonas, busiiy employed aE that
hour In the afternoon. feeling the con-
straint of their daily labor, were prevent
ed from showing, by their presence, Their
sincere respect for the worth of their
friend, as they would gladly, under other
have done. Grip was
holding it's sway and the Baptist church,
with which the Jonas family we're con-
nected, seemed especially to suffer in this
way. Thus, though the attendance al
the funeral was small, those who came
did not fail to express their sorrow at the
passing away of SO worthy citizen
pastor Of the Baptist church. who, living
In the same house, had followed the
course of Mr. Jonas sickness through and
been ever faithful spiritual counsellor
and guide, spoke words that came from
mis- heart. He said ia substal ce Gods
Word Ia true, and / tind no warrant in IL
for the thought that those who die In
Christ go 60 sleep in the grave for great
length Of years. Tney go at once to
meet their God; and have been think
ing what beautiful New Years greet-
ing our dear brother received for he went
from as just as the Old Years form was
in the shadowing twilight.
/ often spoke with him. about spiritual
5hings. AT one time he said TO me that
ne had had talk with God; and be
thought he had caught the promise that
ne would get well, but somehow, thai
morning he felt this WAS not to be. 1 told
MIN God was going TO do better for him
than he wished. He became fully recon
ciled to Gods will. At first twas hard foi
him to give up, hard 10 let 60, for he low
ed 80 well to be about and to work bu
he come to leave it all with God. There
was little book that almost by chance
came into his hands, which brought hin
great comfort. The third chapter Of thii
book, entitled, San things are ready
ne had read ever to him again and again
liz seemed 30 be Just what he needed, il
seemed to speak to his SOUL"
Rev Otis w. Barker, pastor Of the Con
gregational church in Newtown, which
Mr. Jonas and his family attended fol
many years, in part said :''Not with any
purpose. of proloDging This service be-
yond it's proper due wish to say few
words. LII l we're 10 keep silent at this
time, you might misinterpret my thought.
I want to tell you how much the Congre-
gational church in Newtown thought OF
our brother. whose voice is still-thought
of him, thought of all his family, !
should say, for we never had them in
mind except as an undivided unit. They
were part of US and we were part OF them.
We never gcqo quite reconciled TO theiI
leaving US; it Nsemed as If we could not
spare them, for they meant 30 much to
US and our forces we're 80 small. We
nave nothing here to day 60 keep back
we loved them with an unchanging loYe,
How beautiful thing is hope; how
sublime thing is the Christians nope
ssIf in this life only we have hope IL
Christ, we are of all men most miserable
But our hope for our brother piercet
that within the veil. rises triumphant
over death, is heard in CHEEKY tont
above the dark wave, sings sweet lula
by that says to our rising fears. Be still
Life has it's mystery, lis greats unsolvee
mysteries we have no key that will en-
ter the lock, we pcssess no plummet-iint
that will sound tnelf depths. One OF the
great mysteries of life Is that of suffer
ing and pain for Gods elect; hut ever
here God lets rift in the cloud for oul
comfort and cheer. We see how thii
last sickness meant more to our brother
than years of active toll could have giver
him. In this sickness God spoke to him
through the pillar OF cloud God callee
him. He heard the call he answered
it, and now for him there Ia rest. Yot
have heard the story of the German bar
en- who, in the olden time stretched
wires from tower to tower of his castle
by the Rhine. The spring zephyrs blew
and there was no echo, the sumrne
breezes swept by and there was no sound
but when the winds of winter came il
furious blast up the valley. they wok
from the wires the sweetest strains
The great aeolian harp then gave fort
its melody. SO prsy God that you, ,dea
ones, who are left, in this hour of loss, |
this your winter Of bereavement, ma
hear such sweet strains of soul-c0mfoI
as you have never heard before. Lister
for they come from the celestial choir.
The interment was in the T0rringto
cemetery. MRS Jonas wiilremain in To
rington with her family, where they has
| d most attractive home. Miss Bess
has lucrative position as time-keeper
the great needle factory Of the plac
while Miss Carrie and Master Charles 9,
enjoying the splendid educational adya
tages which Torrington affords.
DEATH or ELI LEWIS HATEs.
4 - \