Putnam patriot., 1917-05-11
OBITUARIES
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 Clinton N. Jones

q short pastorate in the neighboring town of Hampton. He was then in the prime of full, earnest, and ex- ceedingly agreeable manhood. He I brought with him to his new field of labor his wife and family. Their com ing was day of great joy and bright ! promise to this pleasant inlend town | that was then on the crest of wave of unusual (though temporary prosperi- ty in several ,lines of business. The village had a bank, three or four stores, a thriving tannery, some small mills, and one of wider note, in the firm of "the Arnold Brothers.n The farming population of the town WAS of the sturdy, intelligent, New England type and the Congregational church of the place, which large majority of this population sustained, was 8 center of moral, religious and social power. It's vacant pulpit needed wise and able minister.
 Such leader did Goa send to that people in the person of this beloved and now departed minister of the Cos. pei. He made his strong mind and deep sympathy immediately felt in all the services of his church and as years went by, in other ,churctes of the vi- cinity, till he came to hold very warm place in the hearts of Christian | people throughout the northern part of Windham county. He had the fore sight to plan and assist in the build ing of a parish chapel, and in aiding in the general improvement of the vii. lage and it's cemetery. He WAS a natu- ral teacher; and his service on the school board and as superintendent of education was never surpassed-in- deed never equalled, in the entire his- tory of the town.
 1 To him also the community is large. l ly indebted for the establishment of it's public library. Through long period of years he stood with fearless front against the evil of intemperance, and l finally reioiced to see tout with no Ina. tired or malice) the overthrow of the rum power in this town.
 Thus, for nearly score of years | the best years of mans life-Mr. Jones labored in this rural town, making there, all unconcious to himself, an impression for righteousness that will be as lasting as her noble hills. Loyal and discerning hearts, (s remnant only now of former days still live, not alone in his old parish, but everywhere, to love him, to mourn his sudden but serene departure from earth, and to cherish with gratitude his fragrant memory. Among such a wide compa- | ny is the writer of these lines who and his wife have long regarded MT. Jones as "their pastor," a real Christian, an ideal friend.
 l MT. Jones was true son of the open fields, the silent woods, the quiet waters, the lowly byways. Like Ma ture he was modest, unassu ming man, full of sympathy, patient, loyal. He knew Nature-her life, her form s of grace and beauty, her secrets of wonder, as not one clergyman in a thousand in these busy days knows her. The wild creatures of the forest the songsters of the orchard and the meadow were the special objects of his love and study, his veneration and comprehension. He was Natures No bleman. The words of John Bur roughs express the spirit, the hope ,and the triumph of his ministry, and his life.
 John P. Trowbridge.
 Waiting
 Serene I fold my hands and walt,
 Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea: rave no more 'gainst Time or Fate, For 10 7! my own shall come to me. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends l seek are seeking me: No wind can drive my barque astray
 Nor change the tide of Destiny. The waters know their own; ana draw
 The brook that springs in yondei
 height.
 So flows the good with equal law
 Unto the soul of pure delight. The stars come nightly to the sky; The tidal wave unto the sea;
 No time, nor space, nor deep, noi
 high
 Can keep my own away from me.
 John Burroughs.