The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1907-01-18
THETFORD CENTER.

y "Ah IuiIC UdulJ last WICK Uul d
X this writing is slowly improving
y Roscoe Clark is in Canaan fol
{ a few days.
8 The correspondent has been re.
X quested to say that A. o. Turner
is looking for a house-keeper with
< matrimonial intentions.
!, Miss Glennie Weber is work
, ing for Mrs. S. M. Gleason.
Angus McAuley was in the vii
& lage Wednesday to attend the fun
x eral of E. N. Morse.
X The Ladies Aid met with Mrs.
y Sarah Sanborn last week Thurs
day.
3 William Willoughby has his
= mother with him for an indefinite
K time.
x EDGAR NJ. MORSE.
= Last Monday was a sad day in
y our community while in the
midst of New Years gladness
s came the announcement of the
< death of Edgar n. Morse, who
( died Monday, Jan. 7th, at Boston
? City Hospital, where he had been
operated on for gall stones. AL
} though Mr.. Morse has not been in
the best of health for the last
{ few months, yet fatal termina-
Z ton was not expected. The best
: possible medical aid was given
J him but of no avail.
Tuesday his remains were
! brought to his late home. Wednes-
{ day, prayer was offered at the
{ house at 2:15 p. M, after which,
the Odd Fellows and friends es-
corted the remains to the church,
where the funeral was held at 3
p. m. The Rev. F. A. Wells Off
, ciated, text, Psalms 23:4. The
choir with the assistance of Mrs.
, w. e. Tucker and E. E. Smith
J rendered in a sympathetic man
ner, SCATTERING Home, "Dear
Ones are Waiting for Thee,
"Home at Last" "Softly Let the
Music Swell". The funerall was
in charge of our undertaken, III.
b. Richardson. W. E. Tucker, N.
Fl. Porter, A. B. Porter and G. T.
Lucas, who we're old schoolmates
of Mr.. Morse acted as bearers as
sisted by, j. G. Whitcomb and A.
. w. McAulev. SO ABUNDANT we're
the floral offerings that it necessi-
tated having four flower bearers,
G. G. Cook, II. B. Sloane, F. Allen,
r. Fifeld. The grave was very
appropriately lined with white
and evergreen. Interment in
Evergreen Rest Cemetery. The
floral tiibutes we're beautiful, con-
sisting of pillows and bouquets
from the wife, Pattern Makers
Association and friends in BOs-
ton, and Odd Fellows. The
Crystal Lake Lodge No. 81, l. o.
o. f. of Post Mills was in attend
ance, anG delegate from Myrtle
Lodge, No. 81, l. o. o. F. of White
River junction of which Mr.. |
Morse was a member. He was
also a member of White River En-
campment No. 10, and Hanover |
Carton, No. &C.
Mr.. Morse was the son of
Thomas G. and Mary DEAN
Morse and was BON in Thetford
Centre, VT, Jan. 18th, 1862. His
early boyhOod was spent in this
place and it was here he received
his early education, later at Tibet
ford Academy and the Interna
tional Correspondent School of
Scranton, Pa. During his school
days he formed many pleasant as
sociations which have never been
severed. Aug. Goth, 1885 he mar
ried Miss Belle c.. Flood of Union
Village, VT, who survives him.
In 1894 he went to Wilder where
he learned the pattern makers
trade, he later worked at Clare
mont, n. I'll. In 1902 he went to
Boston where he has since been
employed by S. A. Wood Co.,
Dickens Fellis Co., b. F. Sturte-
want Co., and Coffin Valve Co.
Mr.. Morse was much respected
among his fellow-men and by the
different orders of which he was
member. He was possessed with
the qualities of noble son, low
ing husband, and a true friend.
He was known to be an honest
man in every respect and his life,
was a life, devoted to the welfare
and happiness of others.
The sympathy of the community
is extended to the wife and to the I
mother, Mrs. L. j. Hubbard in this
their bereavement.
Let us as sympathizing friends
remember that by our deeds of l
kindness by our words of good
cheer we can help roll back the [
dark heavy clouds of sorrow, and
let the sun of peace, happiness,
and comfort shine in upon the c
bereaved, then as they raise their {
fearful eyes toward the ethereal
blue of heaven, they realize that c
their loss is his gain, and that q
death is simply Transforming
from the earthly to the eternal !
Dear one thou art sleeping
In the grave so green and low, a
Where no care of life beset you, I
And no i'll of life you know.
Think not that we shall forget you