Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1916-04-05
BELOVED TEACHER is CALLED
HOME

Miss Mary Lord, instructor in Len
OK College for many years. passed
away at Hopkinton last week, after
an Illness extending over several
months. Her influence as a Christian
tian educator has left it's impress up
scores Of lives, AMI IN her passing
I4eno1 College sutsers AZ irrepara-
sblA lols1.. 81 q sst
Rev. w. H. Ensign. former pastor
Of the Presbyterian church Of this
city. and who had been intimately as
sociated with the college and tie
work Miss Lord 50 successfully car
ried on. paid the following tribute to
her memory:
Miss Mary Lords cngoing is in the
paths OF light. In those ways,
straight, clear. cheerful, she walked
while here. With faith in God, and
duties toward mankind. she chose
that better part which cannot be tak-
en- away from her. The portal we
call death opens to her a larger life.
She lived not for death, but for life.
Her unselfish years were full OF trust
and toll, and with these brief years
she goes ON to complete what endless
life Uone wilt give her time 10 do. Y ;
The gentleness 4 that made her
great she breathed as native air. He
fidelity and kindness grew In her soul
and when she spoke and smiled moth
inc she gave was borrowed. She car
ried with her Gods gift Of goodly
cheer, and none knew her but to love
her none named her but to praise" I"
In her own heart-gardens grew the
heaven-born graces and their fra
GRANGE exhaled without conscious ef-
fort. Talented, brilliant, skillful, pa
tient, she never forgot friend, never
grew distant, and earliest loves min
gled with latest friendships, all as a
sacred trust. When honors were slig-
gested to her, or words Of commen-
dation, she always modestly felt tn
friends and students were giving or
saying too much. She loved the tok-
ems flowers, visits, messages but
loved the givers more, because she
loved God most. \.
Yes, Mary c. Lord lived in the
light--the morning light. The path
OF the just is as the shining light,
that shineth more and more unto the
perfect day" We all, with tributes
from every viewpoint, group our low
ing memorials where falls the Light
the increasing light--for there and
only there dear Miss Lcrd lived, ana
worked and only at the last, rested.
How such holy mem'ries cluster
Like the stars when storms are
past,
Pointing us to joys celestial
We may hope to gain at last.
Miss Lords home has been all these
years with the loved ones of her i'm
mediate family, and from this gate
OF heaven she has carried her bene-
diction tn church, college, and to our
whole community. During these last
weeks of waiting in this home on
on o. Hopkinton's s top-most hills, she
has seemed like a queen crowned WIN
love from everyone and from almost
everywhere Her room looked to-
ward the rising snn-and this was
her earthly outlook getting the
morning light for all her days. One
of her many beautiful selections, pen
ned in that handwriting that sent
last messages to Christian Endeavor
cnnAscraticn meetings is from an auto'
graph album and is as follows:
TITS always morning somewhere. Yes
Gods love has never been with
drawn;
The shadows that around us pass
Are but curtains Of the morn.
Fair flowers would lose each tinted
leaf