Munnis Kenny's Death

Monday, Nov. 28, the sad news went from house to house that Munnis Kenny had passed away. For several weeks he had been low with typhoid fever. Many had feared that he could not recover. He wasdearly loved by alarge circle of íriends. No one could' be more highly esteemed by young and oíd than was he. The esteem ia which he was held was manifested in some degree by the large number who called at the borne and anxiously inquired after him. He was born March 13, 1864; henee was 23 years of age. He celebrated his last birthday by uniting with the Webeter Congregational churoh. He had taught three tertns of 6chool,[and was eügaged to teach the present term in his home district. It seemed that he was only on the threshold oL life, and his friends were expecting great things of him. From a human standpoint it seems impossible that we can spare him. The funeral services were held Wednesday morning in the Webster Congregational church. Both schools which Munni8 had taught formad in line and marched wiih the procession to the churoh. The di.-ourse was delivered b_v the pastor, Rev. Jas. E. Butler. The following is an extract froni his remarks: "A few weeke ago our brother left for a visitto a di8tant state. Hereturned to us for a short time ; out now he has taken his departure for a heavenly land. We shall never again in this Ufe look upon his mauly form. But on the wal Is of our memory there hangs a portrait of our brother, and while we live we shall again and again look upon that portrait, and it shall glve us inspiration. This loss is a loss to all. The aged feit that here was one upon whose broad ehoulders they could leave their buróens. The children feit that here was one whose exaniple they could follow. But to us as young people, he was more than these; he was our brother May our Sayiour who ' sticketh closer than a brother ' come into our hearts this moment to II the vacant place. You who were his pupils will never forget him. In your thoughtlessness if you sometimes tried him, you will remember that he was always patiënt As you grow older you will remember that he was always thorough. As you think of your teacher in after years you will find it easier to b8 kind, to be patiënt, to be helpful to those around you. "As atownship, Webster has lost an efficiënt officer. The office of school inspector Is now vacant. As a Subbath school we mourn the loss of our assislant superintendent. He was a vice president of the Webster benevolent society. When we meet again as a reading circle, the vice president'schair will be vacant. '■ Last spring he was one of that large compsny who came up here and united with this church. Se is the firstof the number to go. Let us not frieve too sorely. He has only gone on a little efore us. Soou our feet, too, shall press the sands on the golden shores. Let me point to some of the trait of his character. " From childhood he was always submissive - always wanting to do what was rignt. He was manly. He acted from principie. Whether in he majority or in the minority he was always willing to make known his principies. Notice lis Unristian charity. I kuewhim wtll. I never mew him tospeak ill of any person. His desire always seemed to bc to know the right and do it as well as to see the wrong and shun it. He wül Ind congenial society in the heavenly realms ut with tearful eye we look around us There 8 a vacaney on every side. Are there faithful nes who will step forward and fill his place' " I want to say to the bereaved family,- father, mother, sister, brothers, and relatives, we are all heered by the same hope. We have fixed our aith in the same God. Shall we not leave this rial to Him who doeth all things well?" " How deep the clouds of sorrow fall, Upon our hearts today ; The voice that answere i to our cali Is ever hushed away. The heart that was so true and brave Is rilent. Uut to God who gave We offer it today, Knowing although we can but weep, ' He giveth his beloved sleep.' " Amid the deepest of our loss We are not comfortless ; For He who died upon the cross Assures a blessedness To those that mouro. In this we rest And leave our loved one on his breast Soothed by the Lord's caress, Our grief is sacred, deep, and still, Obedient to the Master's will. " And as for you, O cherished friend, Your influenee still survives, And flowing on shall have no end, But live in other lives. Though we shall miss you day by day Long for the face that'shidden away, Yet every memory thrives. And whisperiog of you through the years Shall comfort us amid our tears."