The daily sentinel., 1908-10-03

g, upon it. No calamity could darken
her spirit, and no misfortune could
lcrush her courage.
| There is no great pageant here to-
| say to mark the bestowal of her
| mortal remains in our Mother earth.
but what could any mortal wish more
| than to have friends and relatives
moved by no other impulse than af-
fection and high regard to attend his
1 remains in their bestowal in their
| last resting place. We crown her
memory with our love and our ad-
miration, and if you feel as / do, we
can all thank God that he gave us
such friend.
Mrs. Shores was a lady of such
broad sensibilities and such delicate
perceptions as well, that she could
not be anything else than a poet. Her
spirit was attuned in the spirit of the
| Master to all the appeals which come
from the lips of those who are in
distress. She looked upon Nature
with an open eye, to observe it's beau
ty and express its deep callings to
earnest spirits. | remember a con-
versation | had with her shortly be-
fore her death. when she spoke of
these hills, which you see around us
here today, these everlasting hills,
| these hills that rest the eye and calm
| the spirit. She told me than that she
thought she was more attached to
| this locality than to any other, and
she expressed it in poem which
struck me at the time as a beautiful
tribute. l will read it to you. Those
who have not heard it will be glad to
hear it know, and those who have,
| | am sure will be glad to nave it re-
peated. She writes her tribute to
these hills in the following lines:
On. hills and valleys. fair to see,
What happy thoughts you bring to
me.
Again. as in the days of yore-
| | hear the voice of hope, once more
Thou beauteous hills of misty blue.
| With treasures rare of ev'ry hue.
| Time cannot change my love for thee,
| 'Tis lasting as eternity.
Valley of promise, your sunlight
| streams,
VIII live in memory, will live in
| dreams;
| \ ct home of my heart. | love you So
!. lat tho | wander in lands afar-
None other can ever your luster mar,
and as the evening of. life draws
1 will long for the land of hills so
dear.
1t seems to be a strange coinci-
dence that she should have visited
this place just a few weeks since, and
enjoyed a renewal of the scenes of
her earlier life, and the meeting of
her many friends in this place. Af-
ter her visit here she made a visit to
her old home in Illinois, and there
met the friends and acquaintance of
her youth, and If we could say, in
the providence of God, there was an
opportune time for her to depart,
that time came TO her when it did.
On account of her broad sensibili-
ties and her aspirations she had an
( artistic taste and talent, as well as
her talent for poetry. | have a token
of her regard, a sample of her work
which she gave me some months
since, and as | thought when looked
upon that picture, and then had my
memory go back to those drawn and
/ said, and l say now, | have no
treasure from friends living or dead
which is more sacred to me.
Now, to you, her husband and to
you, her children, we can only say
that we tender you our heartfelt
sympathy in this dark hour of your
distress. Her memory will be dear
to you, and in the language of the
scriptures Her children rise up
and call her blessed; her husband
also. and he praiseth her"
The mortal remains of this woman
will go back to the Mother earth
from which they came, but the i'm
mortal spirit has been translated as
we hope, to better realm, and we
trust that those of us who know her
well may emulate her virtues.