There are some lives that are passed as quietly as a suinmerJs day, and whose going out is as gentle and unobserved as is the setting of a star. Such a life was that of Miss Eliza Doty, whose mortal remains were laid to rest a few days ago in our peacefnl Forest Hill cemetery. To but few of the present residents of Ann Arbor was Miss Doty known, so runch of lierf later life was passed away from het early home. Bnttheold pnpils and teachers of our Higb School in which Miss Dotv taugbt fors years will gratefnlly reoall her. They will remember her gracions presence, üer lovely oharacter, her gentle manners, and her beaotiful life. The small circle of intímate friends, to wbom Miss Doty revealed more fully the charming habits of her cbaracter, saw in her a dpth and beauty of spiritual life tbat drew its inspiration from communion with nature, acquaintance with the choioest books, and from the springs of a Divine source. Her Jife was snob as is portrayed by one of our English poets in some stanzas on " THE HAPPY LIFE." 'Who God doth late and early pray More oí His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a wel! rhosen book or friend; This man is free trom servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, tho' not of lands, And having notinng, yet hatn all. Ann Arbor, May 28, 1898.
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