The Newtown bee., 1905-03-03
BRIDGEWATER.
? MRS FLORA MEAD RANDALL.


 One by one the sons and daughters of Bridgewater are laid to rest in the Silent City on the hillside. Sunday February 12, another, Mrs Flora Mead Randall, crossed the threshold into that home s'not made with hands, eternal in the Heavens" Her earthly life of 84 years ended. Day by day ''Only waiting till the shadows Were a little longer grown" what to her must have been the dawning of the brightness of that life where shadows never fall. Her funer- al was attended Tuesday, February IA, by large circle of kindred and friends at the residence of her daughter, Mrs Robert Keeler, Rev G. D. Pond con- ducting the services. Children and grandchildren gathered around the mother they loved so we'll upon whom rested the impress of peace akin to that which passeth understanding. Her four sons carried her to her last resting place by the side of her hus- band from whom she was not many years separated. Mrs Randall was a native and long time resident of Bridgewater, the last of family of six children. She also leaves six chill dren, a son in Morris, three sons in Brooklyn, N. Y., two daughters, Mrs Robert Keeler and Mrs s. P. Treat of come to them an inspiration; rest upon them a benediction. Her youngest daughter, tue first wife of Dr F. B. King of New Milford, died P years ago. Since the death of her husband, six years ago, Mrs Randall has been with her daughter, Mrs Keeler, and for four years has been unable to walk | owing to an injury from fall. En- deared by the love of her children all that skill and tender care could give was hers. The mother, grandmother, friend has left us. The deeds of kind ness, words of cheer and sympathy, counsel and comfort abide. The greet ing and hand clasp await us beyond. From the lips of Him who spake as never man spake comes the message, ''As one whom his mother comforteth so will 1 comfort you." For we know that if our earthly house of this ! tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. " J IS. E. L., Bridgewater, February 27, 1905.
 MOTHER HAS FALLEN ASLEEP. Mother was tired and weary Weary with toll and with pain, Put by her glasses and rocker
 She will not need them again.
 Into Heavens mansions she's entered
 Never to sigh nor to weep.
 After long years with life's struggles
 Mother has fallen asleep.
 Near.other loved ones we laid her
 Low in the churchyard to lie.
 And tho our hearts are most broken
 Yet we would not question "Why."
 She doth not rest meath the grasses
 Tho OCT her dear grave they creep. She has gone into the Kingdom"
 Mother has fallen asleep.
 Rest the tired feet now forever,
 Dear wrinkled hands are SO still
 Blasts of the earth shall no longer
 Throw OCT our loved one a chill.
 Angels through Heaven will guide her,
 Jesus will still bless and keep
 Not for the world would we wake her
 Mother has fallen asleep.
 Beautiful rest for'the weary,
 We'll deserved rest for the true,
 When our life's journey is ended
 We shall again be with you.
 This helps to quiet our weeping.
 Hark! Angel music, so sweet,
 He giyeth to his beloved
 Beautiful, beautiful sleep
 -[Rev G. Thompson