In Memoriam

Died.- Ou Friday, May 24, 1893, Sarah Ewer, ivlieof Judson G. rattengill, agjd 43 years 5 mos. and 21 days. Sara Ewer was born Dec. 3d, 1851, at Mendon Center, N. Y., where her child:iood and early girlhood was passed. In 1869 she came to Anu Arbor to enter the high school of which her brother-in-liuv, Prof. Elisha Jones was tlien superintendent, and from which she was graduated in 1871. Grifted with ii bright and appreciative inind, and a charming personality, she soon made many friends, and for us who knew her in those days the sensitive face, with its ever varyiug color, is among the pictures of memory. Tlie years from 1871 tol875 werespent mostly in her home at Mendon Center, where in 1875 she was rnarried to Judson G. Pattengill - whose acquaintance she had made in Ann Arbor, bnt who was then teaching in Pontiac. When In 1876 Mr. Pattengill returned to Ann Arbor, as principal of the high school, bis wife found a warm place waiting in the hearts of lierold friends, and has added hosts of new ones in the intervening years. Of the traits of mind and character which endeared her to us our memories keep the record, though but brief mention can be made of thein here. A rarely discriniinating taste in literature, a bealthy interest in the affairs of the world at large, and a keen zest in social life, combined to make her companionBÜip a delight - while her sterling good sense, and the unfailing courage with which she spoke her convictions, furuished iifirm basis for trust. Over these later yearsone ghadow has lain, that of a constantly recnrring ill health that has limited the activity of a nature rich in its capacities for botli action and pleasure. Hovv often the fraü body was constrained to do the spirit's bidding, we who have watched the struggle know well, and uow that it is over, and we mourn a loyal frieud, and feel the grief of those vet iiearer and dearer ones before whoin stretch out the lonely nights and days, we can at least be glad for her that pain and wearinehs touch her no more, and spirit is no longer body's thrall.