Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1910-09-22
Mrs. Kingsley Passed Over

Nib. TSIheI hlnSSley pasSco away
Sunday morning at the home of her
daughter, Mrs. Luella X. Webster, aged
81 years. She had made her home here
for the most of the time since leaving
the old farm at Kingsley, Mich, twenty
years ago. She and her husband, j.
w. Kingsley, settled there fifty years
ago and the place was named in his
honor.
She was an excellent woman and lib
eral in belief. The funeral service was
held at the house Monday afternoon,
Albert f. Weter reading the address
which contained thoughts along the
line of her belief. Miss Marie Reed
sang appropriate hymns, accompanied
by Miss Florence Fisher. The remains
were taken TO Kingsley and buried by
the side of her husband in the cemetery
on the old farm which she still owned
in life. The out of town friends were
G.. w. Kingsley and wife of Traverse
City, Mrs. Olinda McSween of Reed
City, Mrs Carrie X. Edmond and son
Arthur of Detroit and Mrs. Warner
McSween of Grand Rapids. Owing TO
Mrs. Luella X. Webster's illness in
Ionia, she was unable TO attend. The
following is the address:
Again we, in the mystery of life, are
brought face to face with the mystery
of death. A good woman's life has
gone out. 1t needs no words of mine,
for you who have known her during
her stay with you, know her worth and
the many little acts of kindness and
the duties we'll performed. The patient,
accomplishing life will be long re
membered by you.
Man finds himself upon the sea of
life without knowing why he was
launched into existence; lives life he
did not choose, is carried over the
flowery fields of childhood, hurried
through the enchanted meadows of
youth, clothed with manhood's power
and strength, but the glory of his prime
soon fades into old age, and to old age
comes death. Life is road over which
the traveller is obliged to go; some have
but short distance upon this road,
others go fur ther on before they be-
come weary and lie down. But whether
long or short our journey, we must pass
through the valley of death to the vast
beyond We realize that in the midst
of life we are in death. While the busy
world is all activity, while hurrying
feet move to and fro in the turmoil of
business, some hearts are filled with
grief; some home is silent. But when
those whom we hold dear have reached
the end of life and have laid their bur-
dens down, it is fitting that we pause
in our daily occupation and pay loving
tribute to their memory.
The one just gone while believing in
the completeness of nature, that all
are part of universal whole, believed
the spirit or soul of man was not de-
pendent upon its temporary house of
clay, but passes on to more complete
existence, perhaps to continue as pro-
gressive beings with greater power in
a larger life. To cheer, perhaps, those
who now mourn and to aid by sublime
influence, hearts that feel touch of
sorrow here, to uplift by an unknown
power the weak and erring ones, and
guide the straying footsteps into paths
of truth and peace.
The sweetest name in the English
language is mother. This name has
made the world beautiful. When a
mothers tired heart has found rest,
when her tired hands have ceased to
do, we forget the frailties of human
nature and remember only that it was
mothers influence that guided erring !
footsteps, mothers lips that spoke |
words of encouragement and love,
mothers hands that smoothed the pill |
low of the sick and her aims that |
Graded their heads. So too, for her who |
lies here, loving hands administered to
every went, loving hearts comforted
her in her declining years; mother in
all the name implies; loved in life, and
mourned in death.
To die, tbs but to rest,
To leave record of well spent life
in aid of the oppressed.
Add to this halo of undying fame,
A glorious life, true immortal name,
Indeed is to be blest.
Esther Warner Kingsley was born in
Erie county, N. Y, January 4, 1880.
Moved to Wisconsin with her parents
in 1847. Married to Judson Kingsley
Oct. 16, 1851, in Walworth, Wisconsin.
Moved to Michigan in 1865. Hers is
the second death in the family, the
father having died twenty-six years ago.
"Sunset and evening STAR"
And. one clear call for me;
And may there be no moaning of the bar,