Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1901-12-04

| Mood, laughing till the crimson tide flushed
her beautiful face. and yetin all the hilarity
not one word of bitter, e-s, not one sting or
spite. Aud then how often In the more SER
ious work OF life and In the hours OF sorrow
| ana death, have L seen and felt her almost
more than human strength and tenderest
sympathy. And she had no horror OF death.
On the other hand her ideas OF our life here
and hereafter we're most beautiful, moss
that endless life which is ouls II we are true
| and loving friends OF God g, | needed her
for some higher and diviner V rk, and SO he
| beckoned TO her and she slpp, Il away from
| Us, almost before we knew 81 Bat as the
| earthly life faded how luminous and glorious
| the other life rushed in upon her. and how
Goin co5 posed and pesceIui she was with az an
| gers smile imprinted upon her face, aven
before she CROSSED the bari" All her Ire
time she had t:ied TO &C her divine Lord
ana when the afternoo was going down
| 10 the west last ruesd ie who sll her HE
| iong walked on hlghT with her Christ,
Iu-t stepped over In deathless ana I'M
mortal mortal world We :. 1t dying she calls u
many a day abb oG7 az With God! There
Is no tteIeyide q Ir the power and real
worm or Christ - hristianity than such u
! lie as hat of = .rlend whose body lies
there In that CT Death Is the teacher OF
immortality. 8 ; sainted dead ara alive
Tor evermoFe Death is swallowed up In
victory. sIes%yyh Tb se is conquered when INV. we
and HEAVIER asto our thought with friend
iier famii s This is more than sentt-
mont, 1t is g iration! It IS ctrength that
can carry the load of life; 1t is enthusiasm
that makes sorrow Itself a sacrament. The
sainted dead come TO us In MANY holy WIS.,
ion
mot to dwarf us by their stature but to
show
To what bigness we may grow
Death Is the best teacFe er of immortality
IL makes Immortality po> ible; IL makes i'm
mortality necessary On, my friends, she
whose precious body we are now to take to
Gods acre, is saying to as all, what we shall
receive hereafter depend, altogether upou
what we are living for here and now. II we
are living for Christ and our felloy men We
too shall have an abundant entrance INTO the
ltte beyond! Without pride, without envy,
without selfshness without vanity. moved
responsive ever TO Gods touch as her favor
lte piano was TO her touch and beautifully
awe to every noble impulse; faithful, fear
less pure and lovely, with Femat kable Chris.
tlan common sense, '.Jnise Trowbridge was
one OF the best Christians have ever knownl
Dear pure hear. we shall miss you, but
VINO OF as was ready TO 90 as you were? Be
thou our guardian angel by day and by
night! re Will trust thee as of old times and
thou art beloved by MS ALL And we will
10 ondly call thee our pure Heart "and when
our eternal morning comes lay thy white,
pure hand on the outermost door of heaven
ana bid US welcome~fathor. mother. brothers,
aud friends-and until that happy d. af
eternity let US repeat together our greal
mlzpah-"The Lord watch between rue ana
thee, when we are absent one from another"
AT the opening of the service Pastor
Stemen read the following original
poem contributed by Rev. VIM. Haugh-
ton, who as teacher, pastor and friend
had known Miss Trow bridge all her life:
OH cherished life gone out
So beautiful with Gods sweet grace
so stilt the heart; so calm the face,
We wonder why the cord was cleft;
We wonder why thou vert not left;
Faith staggers us In doubt,
Then whispers by the palid brow,
THE answer is not here and now"
Thy flight was not delayed
Where angels wake redemption's therle
And sing creative love supreme;
Where sin and sorrow. pain ani tears
Come aot through all the endless years,
To mar or make afraid
But folded with the Christ Divine
The treasures OF His love a re thine.
Thou vert so1eal. so true,
Fulfilling loves remotest part
Totho5e who leaned upon thy htiart;
And thy sweet influence was such
That strangers felt It's gentle tonch,
And learned TO love thee too.
To home and friends at duties call,
Forgetting self, thou gavest all.
I've known the well and long,
Through happy chlldhood's sunny days,
And girlhood's unassnmiug ways,
- So diffident, and yet so bright,
Thy very music winged with light;
So frail and yet SO strong.
In faith sublime that never falls
Through all life sorrows and its afIs