Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1907-03-22
Another Harp String Broken.


Noble Brooks, last Saturday entered into
rest She was SO years of age, and for
more than half century had been a
useful resident of the town. Her birth
was in Oxford, N. H., being a daughter
of Jonathan aud Rebekah II. Battles
She was the oldest of family of eight
children and is survived by only one
sister, Mrs. G. Eta Mead. For fifty
years Mrs. Brooks home has been in an
old colonial house shaded by Lombardy
poplars on Munger street.
"where the land is gently s'opiug to the
West
And the sunshine is the softest,
And the breez es are the best"
She loved everything that was beau
tiful, especially flowers. The large south
bay window of her sitting room was al
ways filled with blossoming plants, often
overhung by a singing canary She
would say Never show me anything
ugly, but let me see something beauti
full"
Mrs. Brooks highly priced her friends
many of whom like Major and Mrs. Gus
tavus Cook, and Deacon and Mrs. d. E.
Bovce have passed away. Very early
in life she experienced religion and was
member of the original Baptist church
of this village but subsequently was a
commitment of a Second Adventist
church, and eventually united with the
! - oil, g
She often spoke in terms of endearment
of the former pastors, especially of Rev.
Dr. Hooker and Rev A. F. Keith.
In times of neighborhood sickness and
death, she was in the days of her
strength peculiarly helpful. In accord
ance with the beautiful but primitive
New England custom she often perform
ed the last office for the dead with a
deicacy of tas,e and with a tender love
that impaired comfort to the bereaved.
But it was peculiarly in the home
circle that she expended her energies
and poured forth her affection. Her
happiness consisted in making others
happy. The one word that characterizes
her career is "victory."
In this old wide opened doorway
With the bows overhead,
The house all garnished behind her
And the plentiful table spread
She has stood to welcome our coming
Watching our upward climb;
In the sweet June weather that brought US,
Oh many and many a time.
Again is her doorway opened,
And the house is garnished and sweet,
But she silently waits for our coming
And we enter with silent feet.
And yet it looks like a welcome
For her work Is comprised and done;
All things are seemly and ready,
And her summer is just begun.
1t ls we who may not cross over,
Only with song and prayer.
little way into the glory,
We may reach as we leave her there.
But we cannot think OF her idle,
She must be a home-maker still.
God giveth that work to the angels
Who fittest the task fulfill.
And somewhere yet on the hill tops,
or the country that hath no pain,
She Will watch in her beautiful doorway
To bid us a welcome again.
Mrs. Brooks has two sons, Mr.. Chas
N. Brooks of this town and Rev. G. VOL
colt Brooks of Boston.
The funeral service upon Tuesday wa
conducted by Rev. c, Fl. Dickinson VIII,
spoke beautifully of the deceased, ant
, the singing was by Mrs. Cushing Hill
whose sympathetic rendering of tw,
t selections contributed to the impressive
ness OF the occasion.
And 30 another harpstring on earth
broken but is reunited in the land O
5 eternal sunshine and song.