Year: 1873

held at Oswayo, Pa, June q, 1873. a
committee was appointed who adopted
the following resolutions:
Whereas, 1t has pleased our Heav-
enly Father in His infinite wisdom
to remove from our midst, to another
and better world, one of our men,
bers, Sister LAURA DAGGETT.


ResOlred, That while we bow in
humble submission to Him "who
doeth all things WE'LL" yet we mourn
with those who mourn for her and
feel that our Chapter has sustained
an irreparable loss by her death.
ResolCed, That we extend to the
family Of our deceased sister our
heartfelt sympathy in this their deep
affiiction, hoping they may find con-
ISOLATION in Him who alone can con-
sole the afflicted.


ResoIced, That a copy of these
resolutions be presented to the hus-
band and family of our sister togeth-
er with the response for her name at
the roll call in our Chapter of Sor-
rows, June 90, 1873, and that they be
furnished to the POTTER JOURNAL
for publication.


Response for the name of LAURA
DAGGETT at the roll call in the Chap
ter of Sorrows, June 20, 1873. BY Sarah
NJ Wells.


Faded, gone; the smile of the
sunlight fails to bring back the life
bloom and our secretary's call is in
vain, it carnot waken her. The life
current no longer flows in her veins;
the angel of death came and shroud-
ed her form. Laura Varney Daggett
was born June, 1915 and the same
month Of roses records her death the
present year 1873.


She was possessed of quiet ami
able disposition and having given
her heart to the Saviour it is manifest
that she was resigned to the will of
God. With the eye of faith, no
doubt. she looked forward to ife's
great harvest time when the reapers
shall have garnered home all her
| loved ones, as her last words were Il
am going home" She was faith
/ full and earnest worker in the Society.
ever prompt to attend at duty's call;
we shall all miss her cheerful face.
but ought we, if we could. recall her
to this world Of pain? No! the dove
has found rest in the true ark of rest
above the dark waters in Gods
mount tie sky.
Not many may know the grief of
her lone husband. Heaven grant to
send to him comforting angels by
which he may discern glimpses of
the good hereafter.
MAY he trust in God whose gracious love
Is balm for every sorrow,
While on the midnight sky of rain
He paints the golden morrow.
We are fading too, dying hourly;
the form may be erect, the cheek
blooming with health but hidden
forces are at work; slowly, it may
be, but surely the blows are aimed
at the citadel of life and at last it
crumbles away into ruins, sometimes
in happy childhood.
When the beautiful blossom is fairest to


view


TranspIanted above, it bids earth adieu.
Sometimes when the sunlight at noon
day weaves
A soft silver lining on tremulouS leaves
Life's mission performed with tender
est love
And Fatherly care He transplants them
above.
And some gorgeous flowers that have
bloSsOmed all day,
Until the deep twilight then faded
To blossom & again in Gods glorious
light


And never, no, never to fade from His
sight.


In that city of gold, this garden is made
Where mingle in beauty the light and


shade
/ Of flowers transplanted, whose splendor
ween
Transcends all the earth-fowers ever


were seen.
There eternally blossom, in that sacred
spot
Friends faded and gone, dear forget-me-


not.
Pure violet. white lily and rose so fair
SO much loved on earth, yet loved more


up there.
When the seeds of death which soon or


late,
Attain the completeness they now


await,


And life floats away as floats a calm


prayer


From pure lips of faith on the willing


air.


When the gardener, death, shall trans


plant us alone


Beyond times river, the great unknown,
Released from earth,S fetters from Sor-


row and care.


I trust we shall know them and love


them more there.