Morris tribune., 1922-08-04
Mrs, ButterReld Passes

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The long and useful life of Mrs.
Mary A. Butterfield closed during the
freshness of quiet Sabbath morning
last Sunday, July 80 at the home Of
her daughter, Mrs. E. ]. Jones. She
has suffered much during recent
months, but for couple of days be-
fore her death there was surcease
of suffering, and the end came
peacefully. Ten years ago, Mrs.
Butterf1eld fell and broke her hip.
She recovered sufficiently to get
about on crutches, but the effects of
the injury, and a later fall confined
her to her bed much of recent years.
The funeral was held on Tuesday
afternoon from the late home. Rev.
HI. H. Symons, pastor of the Congre-
gational church paid beautiful tri-
butte to the faith and character Of
the departed, and read beautiful Sc
lection from poems which she loved
or had composed. Her favorite
hymns, Lead Kindly Light" by
Cool Siloam's Shady Rill," and "Cross
ing the Bar" were sung by the
choir, Mrs. J. C Morrison, Mr.. L. G..
Mustain, and Mr.. and Mrs. F. A.
Hancock with Miss Helen Symons at
the piano. The casket was banked in
profusion of floral offerings from
friends. F. A. Hancock, J. W. Har-
ris, S. Stewart, H. H. Wells, James
Griffith and Amos Leuty acted as
pail bearers.
Mary Ann Brown was born Decem-
ber IA, 1928, at Willoughby, Ohio,
the daughter of Isaac Brown and
Martha Aldulo (Waldo) Brown. At
the age of 20, she drove with her
parents from Willoughby thru Chi
cago to Waupun, Wisconsin, where
they settled, and where Mrs. Butter
field spent her life until she came to
Morris to make her home with her
| daughter, Mrs. e. J. Jones, 81 years
ago.
She was married July %, 1852, to
DR.. Henry L. Butterf1eld, and spent
her married life in Waupun, where
DR.. Butterfield practiced medicine ex-
cept during his service with the 38th
Wisconsin in the Civil War. DR..
| Butterfield died in June, 1882.
Mrs. Butterfield was an active
worker in the Congregational church,
and until her disabilities prevented
was active in social and community
activities. During the late war, she
was much interested in the Red Cross
and was one of it's faithful knitters
of comforts for the soldiers.
Mrs. Butterfield was close stu
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committed to memory many beautiful
poems. She essayed somewhat into
poetry herself, especially in little
squibs for the delectation of friends,
but her compositions sometimes took
more serious turn. The following
beautiful poem was read by Rev.
Symons at the funeral service:
I'VE DONE MY WORK
I've done my work,
I've sung my song,
I've done some good,
I've done some wrong,
But 1 shall go where 1 belong,
The Lord has willed it so.
He knows my heart and every
| thought,
He knows what pain and joy I've
brought;
And by his love I shall be taught
The way to him, know.
He knows my soul, so weak and
blind,
So full of fears of mortal mind,
The way to him, know.
He guides my steps,
And He knows best,
He will not harm when he is blest,
And so good night" 81.
/ take my rest
Where sweet wild roses blow.
This was a great favorite of hers,
but not her composition. Her verison
of the 23rd Psalm. also read in part
by Rev. Symons, was beautiful, but
too long to print. Her little poem,
'tTo Minnewaska," written in 1915,
and Song of the Whipporwill" were
Characteristic of her, so full of the
love of nature.