Webster City freeman. [volume] (Webster City, Hamilton County, Iowa) 1884-1946, 1916-09-26
FUNERAL OF LATE
MRS. CLYDE NEESE
Held at Saratoga Church Sunday At
ternoon, Rev. H:Ih. Haywood
Officiating.

). The funeral of the late Mrs. CLYDE
Neese was held Sunday afternoon al
Saratoga church, ten miles south Of
j Webster City, conducted by Rev. H
IL. Haywood of Waterloo. There was
a very large attendance of neighbors
and friends who turned out to pay
respect to the memory of the de.
ceased, who was held in the highest
esteem by all who knew her. The
services were very impressive. Rev
Haywood's text was from. St. John
1888: Jesus knowing that he
cometh from God and gQeth to God, y
and the following are brief extracts
from his remarks:
What a scene is this which John,
with the ultimate simplicity married
Ito ultimate beauty which always
lcharacteriZes his writings, has de-
|scribed for us as recorded in the
thirteenth chapter of the Gospel!
And what a saying is this which we
have as our text. that in the midst
of his humiliation, during the dark
hours Of the night before his cruel
fixion, Jesus was filled with the con-
seriousness that, lowly as was that
scene, the infinite glory and grand
eur of God continued to wrap him
round even as the sun will surround
the tiniest cloud with its limitless
oceans of light! Surely it is indeed
a text in which we can take refuge
in an hour as sorrowful as this,
LAYING our bruised hearts in the wat
ers of healing which flow from its
|innermost rscesses!
| | desire to let the mighty truth en-
shrined in this text play upon your
hearts and minds in the sadness of
this hour, but while am doing that
shall purpose that we keep our own
thoughts concerning the great words
under the tutelage of one of our
worlds noblest seers and poets. AL
fred Tennyson translated this text
into one of his most beautiful ly-
RIGS, a lyric written during the very
last days of his own life, and there
fore, composed out of the heart Of
genuine experience with no faint Of
mere professionalism. Let us turn to
his Crossing of the Bar:
/ 81 b. a /.
Sunset and evening star
| And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the
bar
When | put out to sea.
But such tide as moving seems
asleep
Too full for sound or foam
When that which drew from out the
boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell
And after that, the dark!
And may there be no sadness of fare
When I embark.
For tho from out this bourne of
time and place
The flood may bear me far,
hope to meet my Pilot face to face
When have crossed the barr
What is this but the poets divine
|amplification of Jesus knowing
"that his hour had come" and of
His conviction that He had come
from God and goeth to God?"
At last Tennyson had seen--the
coming of the evening star, he had
witnessed the slow declining of the
sun, not on the world, not on the
lives of other men, but upon his own
life. The long years had drawn unto
their close, the busy life had reach
ed the quiet sea, the end had come.
In the consciousness of this his mind
was lifted up to view eternal things,
his heart was filled with great still
ness, while over his spirit there
gathered the hush that falls from.
mystery and from death. Out of the
twilight there came hand, it was
the hand of death, but that hand,
ere it had cut the silver cord, swept
across the poets Tyre and gave us
this music, as sweet as it is beauti-
full.
My friends, it is well for us to re-
alize that for everyone of us, separ-
ately and individually, the end will
come, the sun will sink down upon
his couch of rest, the evening star
will pour its urns of light. That is
the law of human existence. 1t is
the law of the whole universe. For
it seems that over our every effort,
our every possession, God is contin-
ually writing the words of the Apos-
tie Paul, "Then cometh the end"
We may not enjoy the meditating
on this fact, we may shrink from
thinking of something that so dis
turbs us, yet he alone is truly a man
who is strong enough to face with
all the seriousness of his heart, the