Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1914-11-25


forted."
Someone has gone from this strange
world of ours,
No more to gather it's thorns with it's
No more to linger where sunbeams
must fade.
Where on all beauty Deaths fingers are
laid;
Weary with mingling life's bitter and
sweet
Weary with parting and never to meet.
Someone is resting from sorrow and sin,
Happy where earth s conflicts enter
not in,
Weary with sowing and never to reap.
Weary with labor and welcoming sleep.
Loved ones have whispered that some
one is blest.
Free from earth's trials and taking
sweet rest"
CLARK ROYCE
Another comrade has answered the
last roll call and is peacefully resting
in Gods Acre here. On Nov. Is, Clark
Royce passed away and his departure
was not unexpected for he has been an
intense sufferer with gangrene in both
feet for nine years, although at times
during this period he seemed to be
successfully combating the disease.
Mr.. Royce was born June 10, 1910 in
this town and was the youngest son in
family of ten children born to David
and Harriet (Streeter) Royce. David
Royce was one of the very first settlers
in this town and located on the farm
known as the Jason Niles place, now
owned by Mr.. Niles's daughter, Mrs.
Ed. Eastman. On this farm the family
were reared and all had reached matur-
ity by the time of the Civil war. Some
of the brothers enlisted to defend their
country's flag and honor and Clark was
of the number. A brave and untiring
soldier was he as all comrades testify.
At the close of the war Mr. Royce
again took up the life of farmer and
in 1867 he was united in marriage to
Miss Mercy E. Balch of this place. To
them was born a son, Bernard c., who
with his family resides in this town.
In 1880 Mrs. Royce finished her earthly
career and in 1881 Mr.. Royce married
MISS Emma R. Blake of Stanstead.
and nobly has she filled the place of
wife and mother all these years. Dur
ing all the years of failing health Mr..
Royce has been tenderly cared for by
the wife, son and family. and he has
borne all suffering with the same
courage he displayed during his war
days. No complaint was heard from
him and when visited by DR.. Allen of
St. Johnsbury few weeks ago. the
doctor commented on his remarkable
fortitude, saying, "Mr. Royce has
learned some philosophy of life to bear
pain that never have" Mr.. Royce
was representative in 1904 and has
filled the office of justice of the peace
for the last 80 years and been select
man for the last 20 years, besides
having been school director and hold
ing various other town Offices. Mr..
Royce was man that could be
right as he saw it. For some years
Mr.. and Mrs. Royce lived in the village
of East Charleston and about five years
ago removed to this village. Just as
MIR. Royce thought himself we'll situat-
ed for the remainder of his life he had
the misfortune to have his buildings
hit during short but severe electric
storm on April 6. 1912 and burned to
the ground. Right here many would
have felt discouraged. but not so Mr..
Royce. His indomitable will caused
him to have erected new and, com.
plete and modern set of buildings on
the same site. Mr. Royce was Mason
and member of the G. A. R. post
here. During the war he was volun-
teer in Co. D, Sd VT. Infantry. The
funeral was held at the home Nov. II,
and the home was filled with relatives
and friends from this and nearby
towns. also good number of Masons
Rev. j. w. Burgin, also a Civil war
veteran. spoke appropriately. The
casket was draped with the flag it's
occupant so loved and many beautiful
floral tok ems were evidence of the love
and esteem borne Mr.. Royce. The
Masons used their beautiful service at
the grave, and the bearers were
Masons, H. G. Ruiter. funeral direc-
tor, and interment in the village GENE.
terry. Mrs. Royce, Mr.. and Mrs. B.
C. Royce and three children have the
sympathy of large circle of friends
in their bereavement and they wish to
thank all who in any way have helped
during the illness. death and burial of
the loved husband and father. May
the widowed heart find much real
comfort in the following beautiful
poem. Waiting by Robert Louis
Stevenson:
Though he that. ever kind and true.
Kept stoutly step by step with you
Your whole. long, gusty lifetime
through,
Be gone while before.
Be now moment gone before.
Yet, doubt not soon. the season shall
restore
Your friend to you.
He has but turned corner-still
He pushes on with right good will
Through mire and marsh, by heugh and
hill
That selfsame arduous way,
That seIfsame upland, hopeful way
That you and he, through many a
doubtful day
Attempted still.
He is not dead, this friend, not dead,
But in the path we mortaIs tread,
Got some few trifling steps ahead,
And nearer to the end.
So that you, too, once past the bend,
Ckoll y,ooof oroir faro fooo fh;s