The leader., 1905-06-24
IN MEMORY.

M, Mrs. Lula Green Maxwell,
wife of Thomas G. Maxwell and
daughter of Mrs. Martha Ellis and
the late Rev. ]. Jasper Green.
There's a Divinity that shapes
our ends,
Rough-heW them how we will"
In our vain striving with the
unknown, like those stumbling
along the highways of life sight
less and dumb, in the presence OF
Death we turn our streaming faces
to behold the light where all
seems dark and more firmly press
our trembling lips, grown mute
and white in the shadows Of the
valley. At last, like tired children
at the close of a summers day, we
lean from out the comfortlass
arms of earth and rest ourselves
on the calm bosom of a Faith,
that will not shrink, though press
ed by every foe." AT such a time
as this, when one in the midst of
the noblest activities Of life is cut
down like a flower in full bloom
and beauty, Reason stands aghast,
and Faith herself would be con-
founded, did not the grace of God
at length become manifest
There's divinity that shapes our
ends. "
As the cloud begins to lift,
Death seems to have been a verita-
BILE angel in disguise when it
claimed the pure spirit of oul
friend; it has folded away the
garments of earth, it has obliter-
ated the frailty of humanity, it
has overcome the weaknesses of
one who dwelt among her fellows
of like infirmities, and it has left
in their stead memories only Of
The spirit, strong, steadfast and
true, that strove, as few do, to do
good unto all and to serve Him
whom, in all things, she recogniz-
ed as her Lord and Master. In
her small, white hands she carried
the flowers of purity and peace,
of cheer and charity; their fra
GRANGE abides and permeates
hearts thai but for her would new
er have known the Higher Life
or have been inspired to share
with the world wealth, mate
rial or spiritual, with which they
we're endowed.
As Christian worker, Mrs.
Maxwell had no superior. The
religion she professed was with
her every day and hour. In the
home, where as mother she was
truly a guardian angel, in the
school room, where as teacher she
honored the profession, in her
social life, where among friends
loved, in the church, in the Sab
bath School, in every good word
and work, her one purpose Of
living true and loyal to the prin-
ciples that actuate a Christian life,
was manifest over all else. It
matters not how long she lived
she lived well. Three score and
ten seldom bring the rich fruitage
of toll and sacrifice for others,
that her brief years have brought.
And yet, in spite of the busy
hands that were never still, the
active mind, that always sought
to uplift, to plan, to help, to de-
wise, Mrs. Maxwell, who must
have known trial and sorrow like
all Earth's pilgrims, maintained
under all circumstances a cheerful
ness of spirit, and a bright trust
fulness toward those she loved
that refreshed and cheered them,
like the innocent ways of little
child in the midst of battle with
it's roar and rattle of contending
forces. She knew only what she
deemed right and best-she be-
lieved the truth would prevail,
though the Heavens fall; and she
upheld it as best she could.
Her place is empty in the
church, in the school room, III
the home; but not in the hearts of
her friends who knew her we'll and
loved her best. Those hearts 90
out today, and will through future
years uf time, to the white haired
mother, bereft of her only we'll
loved daughter, whose home was
her home, whose people were her
people, whose ways were her
ways; to the brothers who mourn,
to the husband in his loneliness.
and to the two little children who
have lost the best friend God can
|bestow on hungry human hearts
crying out for sympathy and
help and finding it most GER
tainly in the love of Mother. =
Surely, from the world beyond,
that yearning, mother-spirit, will
guard, protect and guide the
children in whom her life was So
bound and her hopes SO set.
Thursday afternoon the funeral
services were conducted at the
Baptist church, in which Mrs.
Maxwell held her membership, by