In Memory Of Mrs. S. O. Hadley

Diecl, at her home m Lyndon township, at 2 o'clock, Saturday morning, Mftrch 11, 1893, Colista, beloved wife of Stephen O. Iladley, aged 03 years, 5 mouths, and 5 days. The subject of this brief notice, Colista Barringer Iladley, was bom at Williamstown, Oswego cuunty, N. Y., Oct. 6, 1829. She removed with her patenta (Henry and Abigail Barringer) to Dexter township, Michigan, in 1844. She was married to Stephen O. Iladley, March 23, 1845. This unión has been blessed with 13 children, 11 of whom are now living as follpws: Lyman K., Lewis S., Harrison, Charles EI., Justin J., Laura R., (Mrs. Kirkand), Angeline, (Mrs.Backus), Emma, Mrs. Kinnie), S,vlvia A. (Mrs. A. Boyce), Anna, (Mriif. S. Boyce), Della, Mrs. T. Blakeley). Mrs. Hadley was a member of the M. E. church at North Lake for more than 40 years, and her life was as near perfect as generally falls to the lot of mortals to be. She was greatly respected by a large eircle of acquain;anees, and her moulding influences for good will be the more appreciated, now that she is with us no more. The arogressiveness of her dreaded malady was the cause of four months' suffering and with only such fortitude and resignation as hers could it have been oourne so patiently, for she had learned to rejoice in adversity. Ever will her memory be cherished, her maay noble qualities of heavt and mind being so intimately and beautifully blended. The morning before the heavenly messenger called her from the toils and adversities of this life to the joys and eterual rest of the place prepared for His own eternal in the heavens. Just defore death she sang "Just as I Am." Some of her favorita hymns were sang at the funeral, which was largely attended, at the Unadilla M. E. church onilonday afternoon. Masterful in her mortal weakness, she became the object of love and sympathy, but all could not share with her lier sulïering, and with unfailing tenderness she took leave of life. With simple resicmation she bowed to the Divine decree. With wan, fevered face, tenderly lifted to the cooling breezes of springtime, she looked out wistfully upon the red clouds of eveuing arching low to the horizon and the serene and shining pathway of the stars. Let us think that her dying eyes read a mystic meaning that only the rapt and parting soul may know. Let us believe that in the silence of the receeding world she heard the great waves breaking on a further shore atd feit already on her wasted brow, the breath of the Eternal morning. "There is no death! What seenis so Is transit ion. This life of mortal breath, Is but a subuvb of the life Elyslan, Whose portal we cal! death,"