The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1912-04-16

W h at hallowed associations
cluster around the fireside! Here
character is nodded, honor en-
shrined, and destiny fixed. The
impressions of the home circle
are lasting as time itself.
The precious memory of father
mother, brother, sister, is most
sacred, tender and enduring. A
christian home with its family
altar is a citadel of moral and
spiritual strength, through all
the coming years, to those thus
blessed in the springtime of life.
We cherish with fondness and re-
call with delight the companion
ships born of a common parent
age and cemented by the tender,
loving relation of brother and sis
ter dwelling sweetly together in
childhood under the same parent
al roof. And, when loves rich
est fruits have been lavished up
on each other, with unselfish de-
votion, all through youthful and
maturer years and the Grim
Reaper suddenly appears an d
robs us of an only sister, most
affectionately endeared to US by
blood and love, but for the sun
light of immortality falling on
our hopes, we would lose oursel-
YES in the darkness. would not
be ungrateful for the more than
three score years of mortal life
allotted to the departed sister,
nor for the nearly four score
years graciously granted to my
precious and only brother, who
is still with us. "The Lord is
good" full of compassion and
plenteous in mercy" But
though he cause grief, yet will
he have compassion according to
the multitude of his mercies. "
(Psa. S6:15; Lam. 3; 25, 80.
But the passage of the death
stream is inevitable and awaits
us all, and when the clock of
eternity strikes the hour whoever
is called must go.
Because of the weakness of
human nature, perhaps the bit
terest sorrow and anguish which
we are here doomed to endure,
are occasioned by tn lat fatal
stroke which separates us from
those with whom either nature or
friendship had intimately Joined
our hearts; hence we deplore the
recent death of our own beloved
sister, Mrs. Lydia A. Woollet, at
her home in Pittsburgh, Pa,
with deep feelings of sadness
and regret, softened only by the
confident hope that from the
crowded vestibule of the living
she has passed the pearly gates
of Immortality and entered that
blessed realm, where
g. that, which lived
True life, lives on
For hers was "a quiet, patient
heart that meekly serves itsLord"
and such Gods finger joys to
touch.
She was pure in thought and
life; noble in nature; confding in
affection, and unsparing in devo-
ton. A dutiful daughter: a low
ing sister; a devoted wife and
mother; a steadfast friend.
A rich vase is shattered, but
we know where blooms the beau
teous immortelle it once contain
ed. A presence and a glory have
from a home she made
so happy, but in that holy temple
of which it is said, 'the Lamb
is the light thereof" a radiant
face has been added to the spot
less throng and even the Blessed
are richer for our loss.
From our human standpoint, it
is impossible to see any justice in
the removal by death of those
we have learned to love and prize
beyond all else on earth. We
know not the why, now. We
shall know. The dawn will
break. The mist will rise. Some
time in the boundless ages and
the ample creation we shall un-
derstand. These bereavements