The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1902-06-28
OF
MRS. CONNELL
IMPRESSIVE SERVICES CON.
QUOTED AT THE RESIDENCE.
They Were in Charge Of Rev. G. M.
oifin, d. D., Her Pastor, and Rev.
j. E. Price, D. D., Her Former
Pastor-Beautiful Tributes Paid to
the Character of the Deceased.
Funeral Was Attended by People
from Every Walk in Life.

The funeral of Mrs. Connell, wife Of
Congressman William Connell, was
| held yesterday afternoon from the resi-
| dence at Clay avenue and Vine street.
Rev. c. NJ. Griffin, d. D., pastor of Elm
Park church, conducted services at the
house and grave, assisted by Rev. j.
T.. Price. d. d. of Yonkers, N. Y, a
former pastor of the Elm Park con-
gregation when 1t worshipped on Ad-
ans avenue.
There were flowers In the beautiful
| stately rooms, as there were a half
year gone by. when they wreathed the
| walls and bloomed about the gentle
| hostess and made an atmosphere Of
| June time in the wintry chill Of the
| new year, when the cold was all shut
outside and nothing but the warmth
of happiness and perfume Of roses and
| lilies stayed within the hosptable doors.
Yesterday 1t was June outside and
there were roses and lilies within and
| they reached far to the ceiling on every
| hand and crept close to the mistress of
| the splendid home but their glow could
| not warm the chill of the silent heart
nor brighten the eyes that had SO loved
them, for one of the tenderest hearts in
the world had grown too weary to throb
| longer, and the eyes had closed in eter-
nal slumber.
| 1t was the first time that her beloved
| flowers were not greeted by her glad
smile. 1t was the first time that a
throng of her friends had crossed her
| threshold without a welcome sd eager.
so ready from those quiet lips. and the
eyes which kept the dewy light Of youth
until they. closed forever.
| Thinking of that other day, when
crowned for her golden wedding, Mrs.
Connell had hidden her friends rejoice
with her, the friends came again yes
terday and there were tears and sobs
as they looked upon her serene face for
the last time.
| FROM EVERY WALK OF LIFE.
| From every walk of life they came;
the humblest. the poorest; unknown
ones whom she had bcfriended; aged
ones whom she had comforted; the rich,
who had valued her friendship and
loved her simplicity; mourners who had
just buried their own loved ones,
youths and maidens into whose lives no
shadow had yet come--all these crowd
ed the house, the verandas and waited
in silence on the lawn and near the
gateway. 1t was not a curious throng,
but one sincere in sorrow for good
woman whose life touched more grad
ations of society than any other life in
the valley.
Mrs. Joseph O'Brien. Madame Thom-
son, Alfred Wooler and Philip War
rem sang the hymns. Madame Thom-
son sang with exquisite pathos
"Only Waiting Till the Shadows
Are Little Longer Grown" to
the air of 1.-THE Last Rose of Sum-
mer," Mrs OBrien sang the solo part
Of I'm Pilgrim and I'm Stranger.
The other hymn sung was, "There Is a
Land Mine Eyes Have Seen" Miss
Richmond was the accOmpanist.
At the conclusion of the services a
double quartette of Welsh singers sang
a Welsh hymn, "Gwaed y Groes" (Blood
of CHRISTI sung to the tune of "Bryn
Calfaria." When Richard Thomas, who
was so long the basso of Elm Park
church, was buried, a band of singers
sang a Welsh hymn above his grave.
Mrs. Connell remarked at that time
that she desired the music of her ma
tive land sung when she was gone. The
incident was most impressive. The
singers were Mrs. John Evans, Mrs. NJ
j. Williams, Mrs. Petit, Mrs. Boston,
Williams, Mrs. +. II. Brundage, Philip
Warren, John Jones, David Stevens,
| ThomasNAbrams.
| DIR. GIFFIN'S REMARKS.
Rev. DR.. Griffin read the service for
the dead and then followed the hymn,
"Only Waiting" by remarks, relating
to the life and character of Mrs. Con-
nell. "The doors Of our days." he said
''are like the beginnings Of avenues of
which we may choose the useless and
worthless or the valuable. 1t is neces-
sary to bestir ourselves to find out the
real purpose of existence, to work out
the ideas underlying it all, into an in
carnation revealed through ourselves
making divinely harmonious manhood
| and womanhood. We have need to has
| ten for the eventide gloom comes on so
very soon and all the doors are closed.
We should then be so inspired by the
memory of loving performance of duty
that the gathering night will have no
chill but there will be voices of comfort
and shadows full Of song instead of
| sorrow.
Mrs. Connell," continued the speaker
"was thrilled with this thought very
early and recognized the opportunities
awaiting her choosing that through
these she might bless others. She was
not unmindful of Gods purpose. Her
diligence and activity We're forever
reaching out in every direction so that
| when the shadows came at eVentide