Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1911-03-08

20 friends Of mortal years,
The trusted and the true,
Ye are watching still in the valley of tears
But | wait and watch for you.
Do forget? o. no!
For memorys golden chain
Shall bind my heart to the hearts below
Till they meet to touch again.
Each link is strong and bright
And loves electric flame
Flows freely down like river Of light
TO the world from whence L came.
Then why should your tears run down,
And your hearts be SOrely riven.
For another gem in the SaviOur's crown,
And another soul in hGaven?
The distinguishing traits of Mrs.
Fahling's nature were modesty, gentle
ness and cheerful acceptance of duty.
She was the baby of the famly-the
last remaining in the home nest the
best beloved. She was capable little
woman. The parents had grown old,
the dear mothers health enfeebled,
Blanche's loyal heart could not con-
ceive how they could do without her,
and SO the happy contamination of
girl S sweetest dreams was postponed
until mother needed her no longer.
Mrs. Rothschild passed from this life
Oct 90, 1909, Blanche was her fathers
| greatest comfort. If it had been
thought best, she would have renamed
longer still in the old home. but those
who best loved her would not have
longer sacrifice. Her brief married
life was beautifully happy. Again
and again she has said, "We are so
happy!' And when last saw her,
she said, II could not be otherwise
than we'll, so much of happiness is In
our little home +" And then she said
with shining eyes, IF mamma only
knew" And now mother knows.
| When told by her faithful physician
that she could not survive. she said,
with the same sweet patience that
exempted her life, Then I'll go to
be with mother - All day long the
little hand had clasped a rose from
which her husband had stripped the
thorns. So fond was she of flowers
and all things growing. And with
| LGudC1 4OlOlAOuSAU 0O1 CNCly WISH
had been gratified. And to her hus-
bands enfeebled mother andhis broth
er she had shown the same devotional
love she had given to her own. And
how gladly would they have stripped
the thorns from that sweet life, God
love has done that now. In the bauti-
full home. every nook and corner,
hallowed by touch of the deft hands,
funeral services we're held Friday p.
M, at 2 o'clock, Rev. w. H. Hanna
ford, her pastor, speaking beautiful
words from the text found in Eccl.
7:14 The singing was tenderly
sweet as had been the life the gentle
sleepers, who. clothed in her bridal
robes reposed in the slender casket.
her rest unbroken now. The Eastern
Stars Of which order Blanche had
been beloved member, held also the
beautiful service of their ritual In
the closing days of her suffering the
members of the family except Charles,
the brother from California, were
present to console the father and
brothers Henry and Valentine from st.
Paul, Walter from Madison, S. D.,
and Frank from LaMars. Iowa, her
sister. Flora from Minneapolis and
Ella Mrs. Earl Groetzinger) of Chill
| ton, Wis. Two of the sorrowing
brothers with Messrs. Walter Klein
pell, Melvin Williams, Gus, Clint and
Peter Schnorenberg, carried the pre-
cious remains which were laid to rest
in the pretty Cassville cemetery. A
beautiful oppression Of the love and
sympathy felt was the great mass of
flowers heaped upon the casket and the
grave. After the last sad tribute was
paid, Mr.. Hannaford returned to the
grief stricken home, and performed
the sweet and sacred ceremony of
| baptism to the little son, Henry Allen.
i the tender bud. bought at SO dear
price.
'Loosed is the silver cord so pure and holy,
That bound her to the hearts she loved the
best:
Bending in anguish DER her grave so lowly,
| OW nara 1t Is TO 160l JnaG GOQ knows O0SG
| Loves price, his Golden Bowl forever
shattered
Nor auaht on earth that bowl restore.
Bright dreams of future bliss forever scat
tered,
Like morning light when dark the storm
clouds lower
| Life's crystal chalice to her lips was lifted;
Pleasant the draught few short years she
quaffed;
Alas! it's bitter dregs her lips have early
tasted.
Then twas removed and from our lives she
passed.
Weep, husband, called upon in manhood's
morning.
To yield her up whose life blent with thine
own:
Oh, what is all in this thy hour Of mourning
Compared with her sweet presence in thy
home?
Aye, weep, the Savior wept DER Lazarus
sleeping
| Wept DER the sorrows left by sins dark stain
Adown the centuries still His words are
sweeping,
| Peace, troubled hearts. thy dead shall rise
| again
STILL Martha like, comes back the sad reply