Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1907-04-24

The tissue whereof life is wrought,
Weaving the separate into one,
Nor end hath, nor beginning: spun
From subtle threads Of destiny,
Finer than thought Of man can see,
God takes not back his gifts divine;
While thy soul lives, thy friend is thine"
Dear NJ. B. Friends:
Perhaps one of our regrets-while We
hold "Bea" in remembrance and read the
kindly words written for our column by
some who shared her personal love and
friendship-will be, that while she was
one Of us, we had not known more of the
helpful work she was constantly doing,
but she was too madest to present us with
particulars of her personal work for
others voluntarily, and most Of us were
unconscious of her active service for those
in need, until she had gone to her re-
ward, the reward promised to those who
"did it unto the least of these
was not personally acquainted with
her; l had hoped each summer that she
came to the old home, we might have her
with us at one of our reunions, or that
I might meet her elsewhere-I am also re-
minded in this loss to US that we must
not delay writing the letter we ''meant to
write" until it is too late. We shall cher
ish her memory, we shall miss her from
our number, we shall not forget she was
one of the first to join our band perhaps
because our motto had long been hers.
Dear AUNT Mad0e:
You wished us to write something in mem
DRY of Mrs. Babson. When was tiny child
she was my teacher, the second, i believe, of
summer schools which l attended. Two sis
tiers Of hers and brother about my age also
attended that school think, for the family
had not moved away from our district. Ny
fathers family and hers were always
acquainted. and even at this late day her hus-
bands Oldest daughter boards in summer at
South Brooksville and sometimes calls on my
relatives there. The younger brother, Of
whom spoke, married Miss Tibbetts, who
attended E. s. N. S. when did.
J. w. Babson taught winter term when
my older sisters and brothers were at school,
and the first day that / was ever at school
taken to visit with my sister, he was teacher.
and 1 well remember his fine face and form
as he stood in the desk to address the school.
! pupils. Her son is surely kind and thought
full for NJ. A. B.
DEER ISLE, Me-, April 10, 1907.
Dear Aunt Madge:
Will the door be opened just little that
may come in; but if you could see me you
would think it needed to be flung wide.
While l am new to this column l am not
new reader of THE AMERICAN. think have
taken it over thirty years. While Maine was
my home, still lived in Massachusetts about
thirty years, but am now living here in good
old Marie and hope to end my days here.
have long wished to enter this column, but
| hardly dared. But when / saw that Aunt
Madge wished some one or all to write some
thing in regard to Bea / felt must say
just a word, as she was a very dear aunt of
mine. don't dare to think how we will miss
her when we go to her old summer home in
Brooksville. She always met us at the door
with such joyous smile of welcome on her
dear face.
Oh, the good times we have had when she
and my dear Uncle John (who passed away
one year ago) were home for their vacations.
They, with other relatives and friends, would
go to Brooklin to "Uncle Jo's", where we had
our clam bakes. Well, they are over, but the
memory fingers still Then how much she
will be missed in her family, especially by
the grandchildren, who did love their nance
SO much. NJ. M A.
PORTLAND, April IL, 1907
Dear Aunt Aodge:
Your request for little memorial of Bea
gladly comply with. She was . whole
hearted, true-hearted woman. ready to help
anyone and everyone. 1t was pleasure to be
with her; you felt her own goodness lifting
you up a. she went along in her work.
wish could tell you about her work, rs
went with her SO many times, while was
with her. When the News Boys Home was
first opened, was ut her home visiting for
short time, and went down to help enter
tain the small boys. The home then was
not SO very large, but they had good sized
parlor, with piano, chairs and pictures. We
sang and played, and told them stories about
an hour; then they had doughnuts and a warm
drink and those that could be persuaded to
stay all night were given bed.
So many different good works she was in,
but she seldom said much about it unless re-
quested She was especially fond of yoAng
people and her home was always open to
them. 1 can shut my eyes now and hear in
memory the shouts Of merriment that re-
to the same extent that we all did. She will
live in the memory d these young people to
the end; Of that am sure, and how glad am
that can say this much Of her. When her
deeds are read from the big book" then
will she know her life was not lived in vain.
ANON.
A niece in Washington wrote this to Janet:
my aunt, Mrs. J. w. Babson, who has Just
died in this city, was devoted reader of the
M. B. column, and used to write for it under
the name OF 'Bea'" Janet adds: 'Her men
Doing Business Again.
"When my friends thought was about
10 take leave of this world, on account of
Indigestion, nervousness and general de-
bility," writes A. A. Chisholm, Treadwell,
N. Y, ssand when it looked as if there was