These lines more than any I can think of 

 describe In appropriate language the beauti- 

 ful character that has been taken from 

 among us In the person of Cousin Luola. 



— Dalziel Hedderwick. 



"Death is a translation into life." 



''Those we call dead 

 Are brothers of an ampler day 

 For ever nobler ends." 



"All the gifts that were in her, penetrated as they were 

 by spiritual significance, told of immortality. Such a 

 presence as hers, erect and prophetic, was itself a pledge 

 that its life cannot be spilt as water." 



Once In a far-distant time God's messen- 

 gers to man came In glistening white and, with 

 the majesty of angelic function, delivered to 

 those privileged to receive them the com- 

 mands of the great I Am. Radiant moment ! 

 Marvelous privilege ! Wonderful experience, 

 this talking face to face with one of the 

 heavenly host! But contact no more vital 

 than Is granted many now who live day by 

 day and year by year In close association with 

 spirits as truly the messengers of God as the 

 white-wlnged multitude. Human as we, yet 

 dwelling on sublimated heights; our compan- 

 ions and Intimates, yet exalted above the In- 

 completeness and the emptiness that m.ar the 

 fast fleeting days with most of us. Such was 

 Luola Murchlson Sprunt. Hers was a life 



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