The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-08-07
By DOLLY DALRYMPLE


 IT'D those of us whose duties or avo- | cations keep us in town during the midsummer season, and whose busy hands sometimes become a-weary, there comes hour always when our footsteps are turned to some tabernacle ot gentle thoughts. to some home which shelters friends of ours, which has been touched by the quickening spirit of im- mortality, some dwelling overspread by the silent wings of the angels of God. i Whether this home be within our reach. at our doors or far away, some friend has gone to join the mute majority. and our hearts enter the sacred portals in sadness, with the weight of mortality bur- dening us. and we turn away from the flnal sepulchre with an upiift of spirit that can only come from spiritual glimpse of the light of the life beyond:
 There is tremendous tranquility breathed by the voice of the church in the revelation of the word of God: l T heard voice from heaven saying. 1 Write, from henceforth, blessed are they who die in the Lord: even so saith the I Dl'hiSs lOI Nuey rest rom InelT faDOTS. l And in that rest-what blessed peace is theirs,
 1 To me there is something peculiarly sad about death in midsummer; the burial at the sunset hour: the atmosphere of tranquil peace; amid the low twilight notes of the birds; the long slanting gleam of the sunlight; the green beauty of the grass and the trees; think of the passing soul taking tender leave of all | hi ttfx te, l light. and life, yet not in the sense oi death. but in the sense of freedom from pain. from care, from the heart-breakina | things of earth!
 l The lines come to me, those beautiful lines of the poet who said somew here somehow, in The Life Beyond"- T watched sail until it dropped from l sight
 Over the rounding sea- A gleam of white A last, far-flashed farewell, and, like a l thought
 Slipped out of mind. it vanished and was 1 not
 Yet to the heImsman standing at tho wheel.
 Broad seas still stretched beneath the gliding keel.
 Disaster? Change? He felt no slightest l sign,
 Nor dreamed he of that far horizon line So may it be. perchance. when down tho tide
 Our dear ones vanish Peacefully they
 glide
 On level seas, nor mark the unknown | bound.
 This little moment of retrospection ha. !come to me through an exquisite tribut, by one of Birmingham's dearly beloved ministers to my sweet friend, the lat Mrs. W. A. Chenoweth, who lived here {, many years. dividing her time betwTsi Birmingham and North Carolina, late living in Philadelphia, and who died jus a few short weeks ago, during the las days of the golden-ginted month of June
 By the countless friends of this lovel. wcman whose memory is perpetuated b. her many deeds of kindness and stender ness, the words of the beloved rniniste will be read with interest, for no womel ever lived in this community who wa more universally beloved or who had ant lheld a more enviable position, living al ways up to the standards of Christia, wcmanhood, than Mrs. Chenoweth known to many of her "old-time' friend by the sweet name of Miss Viola" 1 Of Mrs. Chenoweth the minister ha said:
 Mrs. w. A. Chenoweth an old residen of Birmingham, died on the 18th day 0 June, just gone, in Asheviile, N c. Sh was greatly attached to North Carolina for many years spending seven month each season at her summer home nea Hendersonville. She had ofttimes ex pressed the desire that the great sum mons come to her among those noun tains It came to her there, and it cam with short shrift, answering anothe prayer of hers. She had asked that sh might go quickly. without a long help lessness, dragging down the strength o lothers She was ready and she laid he