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the same Saviour. in whom she so 
trusted. And with this assurance of 
faith there was always a wonderful hu- 
mility. To think of herself as having 
any claim upon God because of inher- 
ent or manifested goodness was evi- 
dently not possible to her. She always 
seemed to me to be a living illustration 
of the words of the great Apostle when 
he said—‘‘Not as though I have al- 
ready attained) either were already per- 
fect, but I follow after if that I may 
apprehend that for which also I am ap- 
prehended of Christ Jesus.” Her 
strength was the strength of an hum- 
ble faith in Christ her Saviour. 
There was also ever present with her, 
as cone could not but feel, a great heart- 
hunger for Christ. She longed to be 
more like her Lord and she longed to 
have His fellowship more and more. 
You remember Jesus Himself said, 
“Blessed are they who hunger and 
thirst after righteousness for they shal: 
be filled” and who shall doubt today 
that she is now realizing in its fulness 
the precious fulfillment of this assu- 
rance? 
And then how marked in her life was 
her thoughtfulness for others! Never 
a thought. apparently for what might 
bring blessing to herseif merely but al- 
ways uppermost in her thought what 
might bring good to the lives of those 
about her. In my last visit at her bed- 
side I was especially impressed with 
this. It might have been expected then 
that she would have some words to ut- 
ter as to her own condition but instead 
she was anxious to know of the welfare 
of others and she named over many of 
her friends and asked after them. In 
this she strikingly exemplified the un- 
selfish spirit of her Lord. ‘Not to be 
ministered unto but to minister’ was 
the guiding thought of her life and up 
to the last she maintained a warm in- 
terest in all about her 
To my mind, dear friends, there is in 
this a blessed witness borne of the 
truth of immortality. The service 
ceases to our sight on earth but the in- 
cident of death can have no power to 
hinder the ongoing of that service with 
God and we are to think of her today 
as among those who “serve Him day 
and night in His temple.’’ 
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The fragrance of such a life endures 
and shall abide with us all. She will 
“live again in lives made better by her 
presence’ and not only thus but the 
immortality of those who have been 
“redeemed by the precious blood of 
Christ” is hers. Our thought must go © 
on and up to the heavenly joy and we 
must think of her as dwelling ‘with 
Christ which is far better.’’ 
Pale withered hands, that more than 
threescore years 
Have wrought for others, soothed the 
hurt of tears, 
Rocked children’s cradles, eased the fe-- 
ver’s smart, 
Dropped balm of love in many an ach- 
ing heart; 
Now stirless, folded 
leaves pressed 
Above the snow and silence of her 
like wan rose 
breast, 
In mute appeai they tell cf labors 
done, 
And well-earned rest that came at set 
of sun. 
From the worn brow the lines of care 
have swept, 
As if aan angel’s kiss, 
slept, 
Had smoothed the cob-web wrinkles 
quite away, 
And given back the peace of childhood’s 
the while she 
day. 
And on the lips the faint smile almost 
says: 
“None know life’s secrets but the hap- 
py dead.’’ 
So gazing where she lies, we know that 
pain 
And parting cannot cleave the soul 
again; 
And we are sure that fhose who saw 
her last 
In that dim vista which we call the 
past, 
Who never knew her old and laid aside, 
Remembering best the maiden and the 
bride, 
Have sprung to greet her with the 
olden speech, 
The dear, sweet names no later lore 
can teach, 
And ‘‘Welceme home!’’ they cried, and 
grasped her hands, 
So dwells the mother in the best of 
lands. 
