The Newtown bee., 1905-03-31
there is sweet rest abOve."
 A REST THAT IS ETERNAL

go to our duties humber, wiser and better men and women, determined to do, and bear, and wait, and watch, till the Master says, "It is enough, come up higher"
 But let us not omit to carry with us the strengthening, quickening, and purifying inspiration of what we have seen, and heard, and learned tonight. Hymn 65, In the Chorus of Praise. "We'll never say goodbye in Heaven" AS church we have been called, dur ing this Conference year, to part with two of our number, who will, we be- lieve, be amongst that great, white robed throng bye and bye. Of her who has so recently gone from us, "what can we say?" And from all that might be said, "what ought we to say?"
 As the bud gives promise of beauty, form, and fragrance, that the flower verifes as it expands and reveals all these, and after blooming awhile be- comes blighted, withered, and dead, and yet retains even in death the marks of that beauty and fragrance, so we believe it was with our sister, Mrs Hadley. Her childhood gave promise of chaste spirit, and sweet disposition, and helpfulness, that were all revealed in her life, known and felt best by those who were the most intimately acquainted with her.
 Born at Long Hill nearly 63 years ago, and lived nearly all her life in this comm unity, there was ample oppor- tunity for the watching of the growth of that life which was laid down on Friday. March 3, 1905.
 Evidently in early life she felt the touch of that unseen hand, and was conscious of that unseen friend who stands close by our side. His house she loved, Hisservices she delighted to participate in, and some of you have very pleasing memories of her pres ence in God $ house and were thrilled as you listened to her singing the Songs of Zion. Even her affiictiOn of deafness did not keep her away from the services of the Sanctuary for she loved the house of the Lord. Hap py the father and mother of such a daughter, happy the husband of such wife, happy the children of such a mother, and happy the brothers and sisters, who had such a choice spirit with them ln the home. Whilst the closing years of her life were so over- shadowed by the sad termination of that life, which to us so mysterious, yet she was in the hands of a loving Father who is too wise to err and too good to be unkind. And just as the fragrance and beauty of the flower
 that fingers with us in our memories, so surely will we cherish loving mem. ories of her who has gone on before. Her husband and family will miss
 her, her brothers will miss her, but
 what will their loss be to the loss o1
 our sister, who had the care of her
 day by day, and week by week and
 month by month. To her loving care
 as we'll as her partner in life she was
 committed, and faithfully and devoted
 ly they took up the burden, made lighter by the. thought it was for the
 Masters sake. We dare believe that l there were lessons learned through the
 task that would not have been learned
 without it, and there were experiences
 of the Divine presence and strength
 that alone could come to them in this
 way. We do not know what is meant
 to our sister and her husband to have
 such a charge unless we have beer
 through such trial.
 THEIR TASK IS DONE AND THE RE l WARD IS SURE
 for that is in the keeping of the Lorc
 Jesus, who will one day say, "Wel done good and faithful servant, entel
 thou into the joy of the Lord. Inas
 much as ye did unto one of the least o1
 these ye did it unto me-" Shall we not all determine by Gods
 grace that we will strive to enter ir
 at the Strait Gate?
 When my heart is sad and lonely, With grief or sin opprest; | I come to thee, sweet Jesus, | And thou dost give me rest. | know thou carest for me With love that neer can die, l And thou art now preparing
 My home above the sky.
 Though the way is rough and thorny. Yet thou art ever near; 1 Thine arm of power sustains nae, | Thy voice alone can cheer. | Keep me, my Saviour, keep me 1 Close to thy riven side;
 And then I'm safe and happy, Whatever may betide.
 Oftimes I'm weak and wayward I'm weary cen of life; 1 I long to quit the battlefield. The conflict and the strife. 1 I yearn that Thou should'st come, Lord, l To claim Thy blood-bought bride; And land her safe for ever In the home beyond the tide.l l And thou art coming, Jesus! | Thy chariot wheels draw near, Soon as King and Conqueror In clouds Thou wilt appear