White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1915-04-25
Memorial for
Departed One
FITTING TRIBUTE Is PAID TO
KATHERINE McGILL PATTON
LAST SUNDAY AT ST. BAR
THOLOMEW'S CHURCH

MeGill Patton, at st. Bartholomew
church, last Sunday afternoon, was
fitting tribute to one whose name
will ever be recalled with tender af-
fection by a host of friends. The
church was filled by those who would
do honor to her memory and the oc-
casion. while one of sad import, was
also one of exceeding beauty. II
was a service in which music voiced
the tender recollections and beautiful
flowers impaired their sympathetic
influence.
The memorial was marked by SIM
lple ceremony. At the time appointed
those taking part took their places
in the choir, the number including
Rev. j. w. Gum, Mrs. Gum, Mrs..
c. E. Early Miss Dorothy Meyers,
Ernest G. Carr. George Armand and
Arthur Shell. The opening number
of the program was an organ solo,
Chopins Funeral March, played by
Mr.. Carr
| Rev Mr.. Gum next read selections
from the seventh chapter of Revela-
tions, noting especially the words,
These are they which came out of
great tribulation," and then spoke as
follows
THE great hope assured in these
portions of scripture l would make
the key note of this memorial service.
We have come here to pay our heart s
tribute to the memory of one greatly
MISUNDERSTANDING McGill Patton.
How very near her entire life is inter-
linked with everything of permanent
value that has gone into the making
Icf this entire community. Here, in
this valley she was born and here
she grew to womanhood along with
the growth of the town, always hav-
ing a glad and vigorous part in it's
social activities And here, in this
church, we find her name early writ
ten on the communicate roll and her
fine talent offered graciously and
freely to making the church and its
at the altar. she was married and the
sacred home life began which was so
lsoon to be broken into by the tribula-
tion and the triumph which has
marked her way into realms of light
Nay her pure spirit linger and her
memory never fade from out these
sacred walls.
I found the other day some verses
by an American writer which seem so
apt TO this occasion that | beg to
quote them here. They are entitled
The Victors', by Charles Francis
Towne:
They have triumphed who have died;
They have passed the porches wide,
Leading from the House of Night
To the splendid lawns of light
They have gone on that far road
Leading to their new abode,
And from eurtained easements We
Watch their going wistfully.
All, that turn. that glimpse. That last
Wondering where their feet have past.
They have read new meanings, they
Who have found the open way.
Now they know that hill and glen
Far beyond our mortal ken.
And they know why Winter turns
Into April; why youth burns
With its dreams, that go to rust.
Why men falter and yet trust;
Why the Autumn grieves and sighs
[ nderneath the brooding skies;
Why the grass with punctured feet,
Comes in spring our eyes to greet,
And white dawn succeeds white dawn
And the moon shines on and on.
They have left our House of Night.
Faring to the bournes of light.
IGrieve not for them; rather say.
''They are victors on the way;
They have won for they have read
The bright secrets of the dead;
And they gain the deep unknown
Hearing Life's strange undertone.
In the race across the days
They are victors: theirs the praise.
Theirs the glory and the pride
They have triumphed, having died.
The arrangement of the program
from this point was as follows:
Congregational singing :. -.
... Nearer My God, to Thee"
Vocal Solo, "Oh. Dry Those Tears
:. :. Mrs. C. E. Early
Organ Solo. Prelude (Whitman)
:. :. =. -. Mrs. J. w. Gum
Vocal solo. Rosary (Ethelbert