The Newtown bee., 1907-03-22
TOWN TOPICS.
OBITUARY.

OBITUARY.
 DEA LEFFERTS WARE LLOYD. f The funeral of Dea Lefferts Ware { Lloyd was attended, Saturday after noon at 2 30, from 369 Bainbridge street, Brooklyn. Rev A. J; Lyman Barker. Mrs Hand sang three hymns, "Lead, Kindly Light, Mot Now, but in the Coming Years" and Jesus, Lover of My Soul" Rev MT Barker, at the request of pr Lyman, made follows:
 Scarcely a moment ago I was asked to speak few words for the relatives and friends who are gathered under the shadowed portal of this home. If 1 were to consult my own wishes 1n the matter, should hold my own lips dumb, preferring to keep that silence sacred which seems so fittingly to hang over scene like this; but feel duty pressing upon me which l can hardly restrain, that should give utterance | to thoughts that are already in your hearts and minds, and which you would l fain express for yourselves.
 l How peculiarly fitting it seems to me that our good friend should have | been brought back to his loved Brook l lyn that our hands might tenderly l bear him away to beautiful Green 1 Woodl Brooklyn was his home. For a | few brief years only, as the sunset light was fading in the sky, he took himself into the country, that amid it's pleasant valeS and Sun-bathed land- scapes he might find rest; but Brook lyn was the arena of his active strug- gle and manly endeavor. His ancestors settled over in Flatbush when Brook lyn itself was a struggling village hardly big enough to boast the digni- Goa p0n IhQGR QnHR2fOTS were men of worth and characteristic Lofts, the Zabriskies, the Lefferts; t and right nobly did MT Lloyd pass down the noble line.
 come to me that might tell you about his life; the very air about us seems } vocal with voices that wish to speak
 Most of these things you know for yourselves and for me to repeat them would be out of place now; yet two as representing the life of the one who is gone that briefly l express them here. Our lives are drawn up in epit- ome; and when we look back upon those of our friends, it is like looking upon mountain ranges of which two or three3 headlands plainly appear. First, MT Lloyd was unswerving in his devo- tion to duty. He never shrank from stand in the clear, white light of the worlds view, it in no way detracts from them because their days are passed in the doing of small things we'll. You see the bending of the boughs of the great oak under the stormy wind; you do not see the roots that throw themselves deep into the earth and hold the strong oak there. You see the cancellations shining above you in the nightly spaces: You do not see the giant force that grips them to their unvarying tracks. In all things that make up the life of a good citizen MT Lloyd was jealous and earnest. His business life did not keep him from entering into politics that he might purify them. When, by req son of i'll health, leaving the city s ' arduOus strain, he sought a quiet home in the country, to the tasks that were appointed him in the work of modest country church he never said Mo- He had the courage to be willing to do all he could in the best way he could, and net attempt to do only what he would e he left others duties for others hands @ @ The second simple lesson that i'm
 presses itself upon me from the life Of
 this plain man is this, his genial tenn - perament and his kindly mien. The
 sun does not shine alone in the sky; il shines also in the hearts of men and women whom we know. Alack! that '' it shines in the hearts of so few. ~The
 warm grip of MT Lloyd's hand, the ts n did not congeal before it reached the 'o fnger-tips, the smile that played upoI
 his face as if it had been caught from - the mellow light of the stars, s,-thes'
 things will be remembered of MT Lloyt
 long after our memory fails to tell u
 what he really did and what he actual
 ly said. Many time, as he sat upol
 his porch in the summertime, letting
 the spreading sunshine of the da. ln. bring his soul to kindly glow, hi = neighbor, passing, would stop for
 Good morning, and find himself won
 by the pleasant attraction of his genia 4 life, into stay of an hour or more. How fitting it seems to me that w
 are to lay our good friend away to res
 in this beautiful spring time of thu year! You see that we have not sur N rounded ourselves with the common \ weeds of sorrow; we have as little t x do with these as a proper respect fo n conventional forms allows. Flower A speak our thoughts and flowers voic E our inmost emotions; flowers spea R the language of love. Flowers sprin .E but they do not look down into Jh fT dark clay. They turn their face . toward the sun; they lift up thei
 petals that they may fill them wit their cups the blessings ot dew an
 rain. We lay away the frame-th
 wrappings of the flesh, the garment
 in which for little while the soul
 veSted-in the earth from which tn - body sprung; but our faces have nc
 
 ward toward the sun; they catch th
 rift in the clouds, they see the glo1 , that comes through the celestial gate ?. ''He is not here,' we hear again tt
 angels speak these words to the so . rowing women. "He is not here,
 rings in your hearts to-day more loud
 than any words which l have spOkel
 s'He is not here;" for him the etern;
 dawn is breaking and the splendors - the day never ending have burst upc
 his view.
 was reading, but a little while az how when our American patrio threw up intrenches one dark A pr U night, on Breeds Hill, all through u
 live long night while pick and spat were busy at work, could be hea flu ifal from the sloops of the redcoats st
 tioned in Boston Harbor the CT
 "All's well!'' This, my dear friend
 is the watchword I leave with 70
 this is the diapason note of joy, eve , which 1 hear ringing above the d ~ cordant lclamor of our grief: Out