The Newtown bee., 1907-03-22
TOWN TOPICS.
OBITUARY.
DEA LEFFERTs WARE LLOYD.

DEA LEFFERTs WARE LLOYD. Lloyd was attended, Saturday after noon at 2 30. from 369 Bainbridge street, Brooklyn. Rev A. J. Lyman, D. D., officiated, assisted by Key O. w.
 aLead, Kindly Light, SNot Now, but in the Coming Years" and Jesus, Lover of My Soul" Rev Mr Barker, at the request of pr Lyman, made a
 brief address. MT Barker spoke as follows:
 Scarcely moment ago 1 vas 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 fn the matter, l 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 fain express for yourselves.
 How peculiarly titting 1t seems to me that our good friend should have ] been brought back to his loved Brook lyn that our hands might tenderly bear him away to beautiful Green | woodi Brooklyn was his home. For a
 few brief years only, as the sunset himself into the country, that amid it's pleasant vales and sun bathed land-
 scapes he might find rest; but Brook l lyn was the arena Of his active strug- gle and manly endeaVor. His ancestors settled over in Flatbush when Brook | lyn itself was struggling village
 hardly big enough to boast the digni-
 fled name of city. These ancestors
 were men of worth and character-the
 Lotts, the Zabriskies, the Leherts; and right nobly did MT Lloyd pass down the noble line.
 There are so many things that now
 come to me that might tell you about
 his life; the very air about us seems 1 vocal with voices that wish to speak.
 Most of these things you know for l 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
 three; headlands plainly appear. First,
 MT Lloyd was uns nswerving in bis devo- tion to duty. He never shrank from | any appointed task. If all lives do not
 stand in the clear, white light of the
 worlds view, it in no way detracts
 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 1 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 son of i'll health, leaving the city's arduous strain, he sought quiet home in the country, to the tasks that were appointed him in the work of 8 modest 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; | Le 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 mten. The sun does not shine alone in the sky; it shines also in the hearts of men and women whom we know. Alack! that l it shines in the hearts of so few. The warm grip of MT Lloyd's hand, the
 
 did not congeal before it reached the fnger-tips, the smile that played upon his face as if it had been caught from l the mellow light of the stars,-these things will be remem bered of MT Lloyd long after our memory fails to tell us what he really did and what he actual ly said. Many time, as he sat upon his porch in the summertime, letting the spreading sunshine of the day l bring his soul to kindly glow, his
 nefghbor, passing, would stop for 8 Good morning, and find himself won,
 by the pleasant attraction of his genial life, into 2 stay of an hour or more. How fitting it seems to me that we
 are to lay our good friend away to rest
 in this beautiful spring time of the
 year! You See that we have not sur
 rounded ourselves with the common
 weeds of sorrow; we have as little to
 do with these as proper respect for conventional forms allows. Flowers
 speak our thoughts and flowers voice
 our fnmOSt emotions: flowers speak
 out of the common mould of earth; but they do not look down into the
 dark clay. They turn their faces
 toward the sun; they lift up their
 petals that they may fill them with sunshine and let the skies drip into their cups the blessings O. dew and
 rain. We lay away the frame-the | wrappfugs of the flesh, the garments in which for 8 little while the soul is ! vested-in the earth from which the body sprung; but our faces have not
 the downward glance. They look up-
 ward toward the sun; they catch the rift in the clouds, they see the glory
 that comes throug gh the celestial gates.
 'He is not here," we hear again the | angels speak these words to the sor- rowing women. ''He is not here," rings in your hearts to-day more loudly uyh3 ' hQ s'He is not here;" for him the eternal dawn is breaking and the splendors of
 the day never ending have burst upon
 his view.
 was reading, but little while ago, how when our American patriots threw up intrenches one dark April live long night while pick and spade were busy at work, could be heard from the sloops of the redcoats sta