Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1921-08-24
TRIRUTE TO MRS. HENRY HUDSON

Il never stand above q bier and see
The seal of death set on some we'll
loved face,
But what I think, One more to well
When I shall cross the intervening
space
Between this land and that one over
There
One more to make the strange Be-
yond seem fair"
The subject OF this sketch was born
in Chautauqua county, New York, in
1916. At the age of 20 she came to
Wisconsin with her brother and sis
ter, the late Ira Fox of Bloomington,
and Mrs. James Mills of Cassville. In
1870 she became the wife of Henry
Hudson, a veteran of the Civil war
and true mother to the motherless
little daughter, now Mrs. w. P. Jacco
of Minneapolis. In 1916 Mr.. and Mrs.
Hudson left the home in Flora, where
they had resided for many years, and
removed to Lancaster from whence
after prOtracted illness, the beloved
mother passed into the home Beyond
mourned by the daughter mentioned
her other children, Mrs. N. B. Suttle,
this city, Mrs. Homer Irish, Flora,
Mrs. Nellie Frost, Denver, and Miss
Alberta, at homeland many friends
A little daughter, Ina, and her hus-
band preceded her to the Better home.
When a good mother dies there is
loss irretrievable. It is a lovely
line that tells the story of the heart
Of Mary, the mother of Jesus. "She
kept all these things and pondered
them in her heart" A mothers heart
is her treasury. What Mary did for
Jesus every mother does for her child
She watches her baby grOw-every
effort toward speech delights her
His tears more precious than pearls
His smile sWeeter than hOney-All the
little incidents of his babyhood, she
never forgets. 1t has been said: GA
mothers heart is the recording angel
Of a child's life. Ever and again she
opens this book Of enchanted mem
cries and turns the pages. No matter
what you have since become, she is
just as ready to kiss away the hurts
and the wrOng-dOing as she was back
there in the hallowed security of
childhood when all your troubles you
rolled off on her, and with eyes the
mirror Of heaven she wiped the tears
away. Then it is the mother stores her
heart with treasures and gives in the
strength Of that meat even down to
the Wintry days of age
And so 1 say, Time may condOne the
loss so large-but no gift that life be-
slows can ever ill the vacancy that
Mothers" passing makes. Mrs. Hud-
son was a good mother. She was a
quiet, unassuming wOman-not seek
ing large acquaintance. COntented in
the bosom of her family-happy in
simble service-loved and respected
by all who knew her.
Year by year
Her life was one of hope and cheer
Traits that in this later age
Live on, her children's heritage"
Though her sufferings were pro
longed and severe, they were born
with Christian forritude. Resignedly,
from gentle slumber, she passed into
the sleep that knows neither waking
nor WEAKNESS, August s, 1921. Com
fOrted by the presence of all her
daughters. A minister of her faith,
Rev. B. c. Flint of Evansville, con-
Quoted last services. Seven grand
children, also survive Burial was at
the beautiful Dodge cemetery, i'll Bee
town. Her nephews, Holl Stephens,
Roy Hudson, Fletcher Miles, Hiram
Hudson, VIII Hudson and Almon
Wright, were pa bearers.
For the innumerable tributes Of es-
TEEN and sympathy given, the children
are profoundly grateful.
And so for me there is no sting to
death,
And so the grave has lost its victory
1t is but crossing with bated breath,
And white set face-a little strip of sea
To find the loved ones waiting at
the shore,
More beautiful, more precious than
before" B. D. S.