Obituary

Our hearts were saddened as the word came to us that our dear young friend. Mis. Etfie Martin, had breathed her last. She died at the home of her paren ts in Webster, Wednesday evening, Feb. 29th, whereoniy ten months aso she was married. May 4th, 1887, slie was joined in holy matrimony witta our young friend, Mr. üeorge Martin. She v ...'.„...::, ;._'.:..: i even before her wedding day her more observing friends noted tliat the bloom of health was slowly but surely stealing away from her beautifu) face. All that human thought could suggest or human hand could perform were done to keep her with us; but, alas, the angel of death could not be cheated out of his victim. It became necessary to place her remains in the vault the day following lier death and appropriate services were held at the home where a large number of friends assembled. Funeral services were held at the Webster OorigregationalchurchSunday.'rnorning, March 4th. ïhe church was crowded to its utmost seating capacity. The gallery and the aisles below were filled. The funeral discourse was delivered bv the pastor, lïév. J. E. Butler under whose preaching Mis. Martin had accepted Christ as her Saviour and united with the church about a year ago. Willi heart torn and bleeding from his own recent loss, he dwelt upon the lack of this world to satisfj, but found relief in the rapturous language of the Psalmist, "l shall be satisfied when I awake with Thv likeness." Effies briülit, clieerful countenance wíl] long be missed in Webster society. Young and old will long yearn for her happy, inspiring presence. She was an umisual pers'on . No one could come into her society without feeling cheered. lier very présence seemed to drive away care and trouble; she had a stnile tor all and a word of cheer. Notonly this, bat, under her seeming light heartedness, therewasseriousness and earnestness that rounded out a beautiful character. To know her was to respect and love her. In society her place will not soon be fllled. The church, of which she was a useful member, is a serious loser. She was one of the large company of forty who came into the church one year ago this month. She has gone to join the larger company of the redeemed that have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. She is now worshiping in a sanctuary not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. We shall listen in vain for the notes of her sweet song. In the choir. her seat will be forever vacant; but we shall rejoice when we leniember that abe has joined the choir angelic. As we sit in silent worship we shall fancy straina of heayen-born music floating in upon our waiting souls. For surely our departed friends still see us, and know us, and love us, and cheer us, until we go to join them. In Sabbatlischool Eflie was an earnest worker. The class of little ones will long remember the words of their dear teacher and longer vet will tliey remember the pure life that prompted her teachings. Tlie already much afflicted mother's heart is torn afresh with this the loss of another of her dear children. The old home was already sad because of the serious losses that had already come. The one bright spot that remained was the Sabbath morning visit that Eftie always made to the home of her birth. This was the remaining ray of sunslnne that cheered the mother's sad heart. That ray seems to have been cut off. In memory, though Eflie will cc me back to the old home daily, yes, hourly, glimpses of her beauliful life will cheer ïnother, father and brothers. The svmpathy of the Webster peoplewill bepoured with renewed warmth upon that home. But the saddest loss of all is that which comes to her loved companion. The two were lost in each others aft'ections. The rashest act of death is when it tear3 asunder a happy marriage union. George has the deepest sympalhy of tiis many friends. We can take hiin bv the hand, while we all turn our eyes toward Iiim who has borne our grief? and carried our sorrows. For surely líe who is able to be touched with a feelitig of our inflrmities will comfort us lu this trying hour. )ur deur ouc has flone to the land til' I he biest And left ur to mourn her here: Ter weariness sinks Into peri'ect rest, While we are bowed down in our tears. May thoOne whom alio seos be our oomfort today, Ak we come, porrow woi-n, to the throne; From the de])th9 ol our heain may He teach us to sy, We tiow toTfiy wlll with ourown. lelcada uu by lore.though 11 is (raya now may seem Myeterioiis, harsh and unknown; And tho lifrlit for our feet is the radium gleam That shines from the cross oí' Hi Son. She's but sone on befo re: We shall meet hor aKain Where with all of our loved jame beloro roeirom partiiiK and pain, to the Lanib that was slain Our songs shall ariee ever more.