Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1906-11-22


Of the village ehoiF-Barhard's famous
choir Al his funeral there lay on the pr
anO an old "GaFmina saera" out OF when
he used 10 sing 90 years ago, lie always
stood up behind the choir, a head above
the rest, aud his long flowing beard be-
came him like 500 rates, lie possessed a
sweet tenor voice of remarkably pleasant
quality, aud he loved music Tor It's souls
sake, Ills wife, Nancy Cox, was his peer
in the art, aud they were always the corner
stone Of the musical gatherings, She read
music as readily as ore reads a newspaper,
ANYTHING from a lullaby 10 LohengFln,
When she put on her singing robes, she
was prima donna, They were always
conspicuous at the singing schools, must
cal conventions and all musical FESTIVITIES.
Nancy was large and commanding, TAN
aud diguihed, with face that bealhed
good cheer and sweet lille, she posses
sed with a rich soprano voice the sweetest
lips that ever sang in Barnard, She pos
sessed one notable Characteristic, she
never seemed embarrassed in polite society,
Statesmen or senators never unbalanced
the equilibrium OF her natuIalness, She
nut everyone at their ease by her natural
poise. People felt that they had not been
To Barnard unless they had called on
"Culln aud Nancy, Everybody called ana
eyerybOdy felt welcome. Born TO Uniyerr
salism. she was eonstitutionally Method
ist, with a faith uuquestioning, solid
silver tablet ON the pulpit OF the Method
ist church in Barnard, Of which she was a
member, and TO whom the pulpit Is a me-
mortal, teslifies TO her "noble character
and Christian virtues "Cul- and
Nancy were a handsome couple, IL they
had enemies, they did not knowr, When
d. - hsf IN
oIeratiOn at the hands OF a surgeon,
When she was led TO the operating table
by her brother she said, II feel that my
hour has Gomez The prediction was all
too true; her eyes closed and all was
night.
For his second wife the judge married
Mary Moore. To natures always modest,
the Judge and his wife desire no fulsome
eulogy. Nothing could be more distaste-
iul 10 both OF them. No commercial con-
sideratiOns ever entered into this contract,
II never was mentioned IN the family and
not tin | opened the little hair-eoyered
trunk had anyone the slightest kno Sledge
OF his possessions or OF what disposition
he mad made OF them. Aside from MAX
ing some presents TO his nearest OF kin, he
had left the whole 10 his widow, TO have
and to hold, to buy aud TO sell, making
her administrative and independent for
life. This is as It should be. She has
been a good wife 10 a good man. She
possesses natural tact and useful common
sense, and cares SO little for any special
whims Of her own that the judge never
discovered that his wishes ana wants
were not exactly what she wished aCd
wanted, too. II he brought home COM
pany Unexpectedly, that was just what
she liked. IL he wanted to eat in the
kitchen and keep the dining table covered
with official and public documents. that
was exactly what she had planned for
Whatever the judge wanted to eat or to
drink, to wash or to wear, to go to church
or to stay at home, that was exactly what
every praise tina, belongs to a thoughtful
companion, to a good economist, to pa
tient helpmeet, a cheerful pres ance, a
white sister OF peace, a sincere mourner.
To those who were not present to know,
and who want to know, we want to say
that the judges funeral was something to
be remembered. The large roomy prem
Uses were filled to overlooking with friends
who came TO mourn. Every enc had lost
a leal true friend. The Judge respected
everJ body and his love was reciprocated.
He was the last one of noble name. The
town had lost its best friend. There was
uut NOME III loWH DuI out OF Wnlcn
had gone it long had cherished.
A mixed quartet sang most charmingly;
tears came unbidden; the sermon was sur
prislngly and scholarly eloquent, fit rhet-
oric for the Caesars. Not in years have |
heard so fitting and appropriate remarks.
All walked To the grave. 1t was a general
family bereavement. He had fought the
good fight; we beat his last tattoo, and he
lay down like a warrior taking his rest.
After all, what poor tribute is this to
so valuable and worthy life. How poor
ly it reveals the feelings which we meier
can express, yet cannot all conceal Had