Milford chronicle., 1930-12-05
OBITUARY
THOMAS

the late Andrew II. Thomas, who
was postmaster of Milford under the
administration of President Harri-
son, died last Thanksgiving Day in
Wilmington at the age of &c. Her
remains were brought to Milford
and inferred in the Odd Fellows
cemetery last Sunday afternoon,
b Rev. J. /. Nichols, pastor of the NJ.
P. Church, officiating Mrs. Thomas
is survived by four sons, James H.,
of Bowers; Jos. A., of Elkins Park,
Pa; Walter of Philadelphia and
Clarence of Wilmington.
| At the grave Jos. A. Thomas le-
livered the eulOgy, speaking sub
stantially as follows:
Here under the canopy of either
blue as the jewels of God await to
flash their splendors in the diadem
| of the night; here where the MUIR
murings of the wind in the tree
tops seem but an echo of an angels
whisper; here where rays of the
setting sun invite to prophesies of
a golden future and dreams of q
celestial city, we gather, not only
III COAAoCNA etbAOAA bAtb &AoO III ACFObACAA'
that with unhindered feet and open
hand we may more effectually Fer
form our part in life's great drama
and pay a tribute to one who was
but is not for God hath taken her.
Any attempt to delineate the char
acter or portray the life of my mo-
ther would be begging the poverty
of speech. Hers was the life of
chivalric womanhOOd of queenly
caste. Endowed with the spirit of
self-sacrifice, she was more con-
cerned about the needs and COM
forts of others than her own. No
hungry person was ever turned from
her door, and no cry of want or sob
of grief passed her ears unheeded
True, she was not rich with this
worlds possessions, but she was
rich in her ability of knowing how
to live and behave without them. To
such
g. "..... there is no death,
What seems so is only transition.
This mortal life is but the suburbs
of fields Elysium
Whose portals we call death"
For the past eight years she had
been the heiress of human suffering,
yet she was seldom heard to COM
plain, bearing it all with fortitude
that was magnanimous. The light
nings of pain could not blast her,
the thunders of sorrow could not
shake her and the billOws of disap-
pointment could not drown her. She
caught the lightnings in her own
heart and turned them into light
houses for others. She gTasped the
thunders of sorrow and by the mag
ic wand of her own noble life turn
ed them into music as thrilling as
that of the dying swan or like unto
that of the advent choir. She trOd
the pillows beneath her feet and
made them as smooth as sea OF
glass mingled with fire.
Today, we lower not Mary E.
Thomas into the grave but only the
house in which she dwelt for &c
years. That house is to be recon-
structed as glorious as the form OF
angels and as imperishable as the
soul which broke loose from it for
a time to return to it forever.
On last Thursday when our ma
ton was bowed in prayer of thanks
giving unto Almighty God for past
blessings, she was suddenly grasped |
by the grim monster, death, ana
quickly interpreting its meaning she
slowly raised her hand and said,
take me home" And God took
her.
1 do not say today, Mother, fare
well!" but simply "gOod-bye!"
Goodbye until the day breaketh and
the shadows flee away, and on some
bright morning in a land of un-
clouded day, / trust to meet her
again, not as she was when last we
parted, in the clutches of an incur.
able disease; not with her looks all
hoary with the SHOWS drifted from
eternity's mountain not with face
all furrowed with the plowshare of
old time. nor with shoulders bent
with the weight of SO years, but ra-
ther with the glow of timeless NOR
nings upon her cOuntenance, when
| shall say, Mother, good mOrning!"
PETTYJOHN
Miss Mary Pettyjohn died at T. q.
Faren's home in Slaughter Neck,
Tuesday evening, November 25th,
1890, age 60 years II months and IL
lays. Funeral at T. q. Faren's home,
? O'Clock Friday afternoon. Inter-
nent in the Slaughter Neck cemc-
.ery.
BOYCE
Edith T.. Boyce, wife of NOrmand
Boyce, died at the Marshall Hospital,
Tuesday, Dec. End, aged AZ years.
at Slaughter Neck M. e.
church at o'clock Thursday, Dec.
ith, 1880. Interment in the ceme-
cry adjoining the church. She
caves a husband and one son.