Putnam patriot., 1909-10-01
 POM FRET.

Mrs. Lyman Fits died September goth at the home of her daughter in Woodstock, where she has been tender ly cared for since the death of her hus- band nine years ago. Her maiden name was Harriet Richards, born. in Ashford October 10, 1920, where she lived till her marriage in lsi6 to Ly- man Pitts. Four sons and two daugh- ters were born in the Pomfret home. The two youngest, a daughter and son, died in infancy and early childhood. She is survived by three sons, d augh- ter, eleven grandchildren, and four great grandchildren. The presence of all her nephews and nieces at the fu- neral was evidence of the tender regard in which "Aunt Harriets was held.
 Though Mrs. Fitts was an interested helper in every good cause in Wood- stock during her life there, yet she re- tained her membership in the Pomfret home church, of which she was the olGest member, and was ever loyal in its support. Hers was a life of quiet home service, keeping always in close touch with the lives of all around her. Possessed of an active mind she re- tained keen interest in the topics Of the day while consciousness remained.
 The funeral was held at Nalleyside, the home of her daughter, Thursday, September 23, al l.30 D. m. and was a sacred service, the family being seated in "Mother's Room" Rev. G. F. Wa ters, pastor of the Woodstock church was in attendance. passing his appre- ciative words upon Job ,, xvi. It was touchingly fitting that the music should be furnished by one of her own loved ones, Alfred T. Child, her oldest erandehild singing "Be thou faithful unto death.u and "Crossing the Bar. " The peaceful expression on her face as she lay surrounded by beautiful flow CTS which she loved, seemed to speak to the saddened ones of the rest and joy of the life into which she had en- tered. In closing the service MT. Wa teis quoted the following lines:
 Far above that arch of gladness, Far beyond these clouds of sadness Are the many mansions fair.
 Far from pain and sin and folly, In that palace of the holy,
 I would find my mansion there. Where the glory brightly dwelleth, Where the new song sweelly swelleth, And the discord never comes,
 Where iife's stream is ever laying, And the palm Is ever waving,
 That must be the home of homes. Where the Lamb on high is seated, By ten thousand voices greeted,
 Lord of lords, and King of Kings. Son Of Man, they crown, they crown
 Him,
 Son Of God, they own, they own Him; With His name the palace rings. Blessing. honor, without measufe,i Heavenly riches, earthly treasure. Lay we at His blessed feet:
 Poor the praise that now we render, Loud shall be our voices wonder When before His throne We meet
 The body was laid to rest beside her husband in the Pomfret cemetery py fhe three sons and son-in-law. The burial service was conducted by Rev. NJ. l.. Williston, pastor of the Pomffet church.
 Two boys, aged and 6. sons of MT. and Mrs. Patrick Quigley of Pomfret, created a sensation in that town We'd nesday night when they failed 10 re- turn from school. Searching parties went into every likely nook and corner of the territory where they were apt 10 be found without success until Thurs day morning, when the children were fo,lnd in the town oi Woodstock. They had lost their way trying 10 gel home. had wandered and slept in the woods All night. They were uninjured-