Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1915-03-10

also how well repaid Miss Gordon
was, for all her devotion to her.
friend
Miss Wizards one greatest mis-
take made through her over jealous
interest in the w. &c. T. U. was her
conception of the Woman's Temple.
Her enthusiasm seems to have over
run the good Judgment of the women
high in Office at the time, and when,
after her death, the project was given
IN, one woman, Matilda B. Carse, took
it up personally and said it must be a
success, as the project was so dear to
the heart of the Chieftain. Great
honor was paid Mis- Willard on her
visit to England. she seems to have
completely captured the heart Of
Lady Henry Somerset. Saint Cour-
agious too, was to Lady Henry an
ideal woman. From the Wizards
the Chieftain inherited much of her
dare to do spirit from the Hills those
finer qualities that made her beloved
of the world.
She seems to have been very
tractable girl tho she inwardly REBEL
ed at what she SOM times considered
her fathers too over-bearing COM
mands. On her eighteenth birthday
she sat down with book that he had
forbidden her to read (the book was.
Ivanhoe) and proceeded to enjoy it.
He came into the room asked what
she was reading. On being told, said,
Have ] not forbidden you to read that
book? To which she assented, and
added, do you know what day this is
Thinking moment he said to be sure
it is your birthday. Yes, she said, my
eighteenth birthday and I think I am
now old enough to choose my own
books. He gave her long look and
left her in peace and never again al
luded to the subject. No doubt he re-
allied he had met his Waterloo and
also daughter who had inherited
some of his own indomitable will
Miss Willard passed out Of earth life
as peacefully as she had lived, on
February II, 1897. She complained Of
being tired, so tired all the time. Said
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doubt most Of you have read of those
last hours of earth life. How she sent
her love to the temperance women Of
the world, and asked to be forgiven
for anything she might have done
amiss, thanked them all for their love
and loyalty and assured them that be-
tween this world and the eternal
there is only thin veil as it were,
that after going out she should still
be near the loved ones of earth. Only
once, after noon of that last day, she
reused up and for a moment gazed
seemingly far beyond the room as if
she saw something new and strange.
This was just before midnight. I was
deeply touched by the account of her
last hours as told by Anna Gordon
and wrote little descriptive poem Of
the event, which I sent to the state
secretary. The poem was read at
state convention held at Glenco that
year, as it seems quite suitable, will
read it as final to this paper.
How beautiful to be with God, the
stricken Chieftain said,
AS on that last sad day on earth,
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How beautiful, and I'm so tired,
fam would be at rest
Among the loved ones gone before, to
be forever blessed.
How beautiful and oh how so good,
the voice was faint and low,
To have so many loving friends, to all
their goodness know,
Say, "that in whatso'er I've failed
that l would be forgiven,
And thank them kindly too, for all
the love to me they've given
How beautiful the heavenly home that
l am soon to see.
And all the loved ones gone before,
from sin and sorrow free.
There's but veil as 'twere that hides
from US the glorious sight
Of life eternal, just step into eter-
nal light
How beautiful the raptured look, the
f, futtering eyelids raised
And far beyond to worlds unseen, the
blue eyes seemed to gaze,
A few tired signs, a fluttering breath,
! and at the midnight stroke
The beautiful unsullied soul to end
less life awoke.