Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1907-06-10
SINGLE COPIES 5 CENTS

Mrs. Adeline Hartman was born in
Bloomington July 8, 1910, and died here
May 2s, 1907. Mrs. Hartman was convert
ed to God and life of righteousness when
she was quite young and for many years
was an active and efficient worker in the
beloved church of her choice here. OF late
years she has been obliged to retire from
the more public activities of church life,
but her interest in and love for henschurch
has never waned. Mrs. Hartman wss in
many ways very remarkable woman. All
the good qualities of the old New England
stock were pre- eminently present in her.
A wife to her husband who sought first,
last, and all the time his we'll being. A
mother to her children who sought not
only their physical and temporal good, but
their spiritual and eternal welfare. A
friend who could be counted on when 9TH
er So called friends had departed. Hers
was not the effervescent type of friendship
but the reliable and abiding. 1t is no
wonder that such a woman succeeded in
carving her name on hearts, and thus erect
ing for herself monument that will abide
when the heavens roll together as a SCROLL
Friendship loses nothing by death but its
alloy: failings disappear, and the virtues
of our friend, whose face we shall behold
no more in this world, appear greater and
more sacred when beheld through the
shades of the tomb. A husband, three
brothers, one sister and five children are
sorely bereaved by the departure of Mrs.
Hartman. An innumerable company of
friends sympathize and mourn with the
relatives. But He who doeth all things
well knows best.
Some time, when all LIES lessons have been
learned
And sun and stars forevermore have set,
The things which our weak judgments here
have spurned-
The things o'er which we grieved with lashes
wet
Will flash before US out of life's dark night,
AS stars shine most in deeper tints of blue;
And we shall see how all Gods plans were
right,
And how what seemed reproof was love most
true,
And we shall see how, while we frown and
sigh,
Gods plans go on as best for you and me;
How, when we called, He needed not our cry,
Because His wisdom to the end could see.
And even as prudent parents disallow
Too much of sweet to craving childhood,
So God perhaps is keeping from us now
Life's sweetest things because it seemeth good.
And if, sometimes, commingled with life's
wine,
We find the wormwood, and rebel and shrink,
Be sure wiser hand than yours or mine
Pours out this potion for our lips to drink.
And if some friend we love is lying low,
Where human kisses cannot reach her face,
| Oh, do not blame her loving Father so,
But wear your sorrow with obedient graceI
And you shall shortly know that heightened
breath
| Is not the sweetest gift God sends His friends,
| And that, sometimes, the sable pail of death
| Conceais the fairest boon His love can send.
If we could push ajar the gates of life,
| And stand within and ali Gods workings see,
| We could interpret all this doubt and strife
And for each mystery could find key. ~
But not to-day. Then be content, poor heart,
| Gods plans like lilies,pure and white unfold.
We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart;
Time will reveal the the calyxes of gold.
And Through patient toil,we reach the land
Where tired feet, with sandals loose may rest
| When we shall clearly know and understand
| I think that we will say, "God knew the best!"
| j, A. DIXON.