The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1906-06-30

call to the Presbyterian church in
Mechanicsville, N. Y, where her mem
DRY Is still affectionately cherished by
the few who remain of the old congre-
cations. In January, 1869, they were
persuaded to move to Unionville, Conn,
and to accept the passionate Of the Con-
gregational church there, where they
spent fourteen busy, happy years Of
their life, and where her memory is still
green and precious to many.
After leaving Unionville, and by rea-
son of a serious illness, which crippled
her for life, in June, 1888, twenty three
years ago, Hartford became, acciden-
tally, their home until the fan of 1885,
when they accepted q call to assume
pastoral care Of the Congregational
church in Seymour, Conn, where they
remained until the spring of 1891, when
they took up their residence in New
Haven, where they have lived quietly
ever since.
While Mrs. Davies natural modesty
and lack of bold self-conf1dence served
to veil her true personality and high
qualities from the crowd and the gal
lery. to great extent, those who knew
her intimately knew that she was rare
woman, a woman of far more than Or
binary force of character and breadth
of vision, and strength of conviction.
Her intuitions were marvelously keen,
clear and comprehensive, and her in
sight into characters and motives SO
unerring that shams and sophistries Of
all kinds were always wasted upon her.
She was proof against them. She was
a clean, strong woman in person,
thought and life Vulgarity in looks,
speech, dress or action was ever an in
tolerable offense to her, but she was
passionately in love with the chaste
and the beautiful, for her taste was ex-
quisite. Her home might be humble
from necessity, and her dress plain and
faded, but both would stand the high
est test for cleanliness and good taste.
Hers was proud, noble spirit, rich in
high ideals, for whose full realization
she was ever striving, Notwithstanding
all the disappointments and sufferings
which became her earthly lot. She was
a true optimist, and insisted on looking
on the bright side of things. The world,
Gods real world, was full Of life, beauty
and Joy to her in which she took genu-
inc delight Life, too, was a sweet
reality to her, and not an empty dream.
Hence she was not anxious to part with
1t, even when she had been made to
taste of the bitterness Of its, dregs as
well as Of the sweetness of its joys. But
when she was made to understand
clearly that the hour had come for her
to part with the temporal and to face
the eternal with its unfathomable mys-
teries no queen was ever more royal in
the calmness with which she set about
to put her house in order and to pre-
pare for the change. Others might
weep, but she remained calm and SUI
perbly self-coIlected, attending to every
detail of the preparation which she
wished to make before bidding adieu to
the earth and her friends.
Religion with her was neither creed
nor ceremony nor institution, but life,
divine life, derived through the witty
ing touch of the Eternal Himself Fa-
Der expressed the meaning and spirit of
her creed in the words of the hymn |
which she loved to have before her as
her feet began to touch the dark waters
Of the mysterious river:
There's a Wilderness in Gods mercy,
Like the Wilderness Of the sea;
There's a kindness in His justice,
Which is more than liberty.
For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of mans mind,
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind"
Charles Wesley, too, aptly expressed
the temper of her mind, and the simple
quality of her faith touching eternal af-
fairs in his most beautiful hymn, of |
which she was very fond, and part of |
which she repeated In audible whispers
while in a semi-conscious state, and
supposed to be dying, twenty-thr
years ago, about midnight:
Jesus, lover Of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly
While the pillows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high
This was her prayer in 1888, 1t was
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