338
(10)
righteous
forsaken.”
I
believe
David's
keen
eye
would
have
to
look
far
and
wide
before
he
would
find
a
teacher
who
responded
lovingly
and
trustingly
to
such
a
call,
that
has
not
realized
special
help
and
blessing
from
God
for
that
hour’s
work.
Fannie
M.
DICKERSON.
Someone
asked
Mr.
Moody
if
he
had
read
a
certain
book.
He
replied,
“No,
I
believe
there
is
poison
1n
it;
at
least
I
have
heard
so
on
good
au-
thority.”
“But
wouldn’t
it
be
well
for
you
to
read
it
for
yourself?”
asked
his
friend.
«
No,”
said
Mr.
Moody;
“if
I
take
poison
in
my
stomach
the
doctor
has
to
come
with
a
stomach-pump
to
take
it
out.
Why
should
I
take
poison
in
my
mind?
I
might
not
be
able
to
get
if
out.”
OBITUARY
NOTICES
IN
MEMORIAM.
Farewell,
beloved!
Gone
from
our
gaze,
yet
in
our
hearts
you
dwell,
Mourned
with
a
grief,
no
human
tongne
can
tell;
Sounded
hath
Death,
the
ever
parting
knell.
Trarewell,
beloved,
Sleep
on,
beloved!
Peace,
perfect
peace
be
thine
till
that
last
day,
When
mists
of
doubt
shall
all
be
relled
away,
And
we
shall
stand
with
thee
in
bright
AYTAY
Before
the
throne.
0,
well
beloved!
Whe
can
conceive
the
rhapsody
of
bliss,
On
meeting
those
again
whont
here
we
miss;
To
pass
with
them
te
fairer
worlds
than
this
Sad
vale
of
tears.
Farewell,
beloved!
Our
consolation
here
is
that
we
know
Though
we
shall
ne’er
again
meet
here
below,
In
paradise
our
lives
in
bliss
will
flow
With
our
beloved.
—(.
Lawrence,
ATLANTIC
UNION
JGLEANER
MEMORIAL
SERVICE
OF
BROTHER
C.
MACE.
{New
York
Church
No.
1.)
Our
dear,
beloved
Brother
Mace
passed
away
after
suffering
from
cancer
and
kidney
trouble
for
The
church
beard
of
officers
made
the
service
a
memorial
one
for
our
dear
brother,
who
was
only
last
year
of
the
church.
The
hymns
se-
lected
out
of
“Ilymns
and
Tunes”
were
Nos,
1372,
1573
and
777.
Elder
Jayne,
who
had
been
asked
to
preside
at
the
serv-
ice,
opened
the
meeting,
Ilis
text
was
2
Tim.
4:7,
©
7
have
fought
a
good
fight”
Elder
Jayne
emphasized
this
verse
in
par
some
time.
a
deacon
ticular,
as
three
weeks
before
our
brother's
death,
when
the
ravages
of
disease
marked
his
very
features,
he
was
giving
the
truth
to
those
who
gathered
around
him
at
the
open-
air
meetings.
He
was
Dorn
in
France
fifty-five
years
ago,
and
had
long
lmown
the
Lord
Jesus.
He
tabored
for
the
Master
in
France,
Egypt,
We
all
hope
that
those
to
whom
he
gave
the
word
and
Australia,
as
a
missionary.
at
that
time
and
they
accepted
it,
will
clasp
hands
with
him
at
the
first
resurrection.
After
Is
service
abroad,
he
came
to
America
and
continued
work
for
the
Mas-
ter,
Three
years
ago,
at
the
One
IIundred
and
Eighth
Street
tent
he
became
acquainted
with
the
truth,
which
made
a
different
man
of
him,
the
same
as
it
did
of
you
and
of
me.
He
at
once
went
to
work
more
earnestly
than
ever
for
the
Lord.
His
good
wife,
always
ready
to
help
him,
could
not
attend
the
service
on
account
of
her
grief.
As
deacon
of
New
York
one,
he
was
always
at
his
post,
and
did
all
aid
in
the
work
of
the
church
number
that
he
could
to
church.
The
following
thoughts
ware
gleaned
from
the
words
of
the
speaker:
Death
enters
no
place
but
that
it
leaves
a
sting.
I
know
this
from
personal
experi
ence;
but
faith
is
the
victory,
and
so
it
was
with
our
brother,
his
faith
won
the
victory.
Knowing
this,
let
us
be
diligent,
and
send
our
sins
on
to
judgment
before
us,
If
any
one
is
not
prepared
let
him
become
so
to-
day.
A
crown
of
life
is
laid
up
for
Brother
Mace.
to-day
who
should
serve
the
Lord
I
see
many
young
people
before
me
There
are
middle-aged
people
here,
upon
whom
rests
the
world’s
burden.
There
are
the
aged
here
with
the
silver
hair;
time
has
marked
them;
they
are
fast
going,
May
all
be
faithful
until
Jesus
comes.
In
conclusion
I
say,
Brethren
and
sisters,
comfort
Sister
Mace
who
has
been
bereft
of
her
beloved.
May
the
blessing
of
God
be
with
you
all,
—may
God’s
power
strengthen
you,
and
may
your
pathway
be
strewn
with
flowers,
and
may
vou
at
all
times
be
a
serv-
ant
of
God
and
be
ready
to
meet
the
enemy.
Louis
KLERAHN,
Clerk
of
Church
No.
1.
a
IN
MEMORY
OF
BROTHER
C.
E.
PRATT.
Erper
H.
L.
HasTINGs
was
once
asked
how
a
certain
person
had
died.
In
his
abrupt,
forcible
way
he
replied,
“I
don’t
care
how
he
died,
I
want
to
know
how
he
lived.”
In
behalf
of
Brother
Pratt’s
many
friends
in
our
neighborhood
and
church,
I
wish
to
add
a
little
tribute
to
the
memory
of
the
small
part
of
his
life
spent
with
us.
Ile
was
elected
elder
of
the
Haverhill
church,
stil
reserving
the
privilege
of
shar-
ing
his
labors
with
cur
Newburyport
church.
His
cheerful
and
unusually
buoyant
spirit
won
him
many
friends
in
ourlittle
company,
and
his
sudden
death
was
a
heavy
blow
to
us
all.
But
his
hope
was
so
bright
with
resurrection
glory
that
we
sorrow
not
as
those
who
have
no
hope.
To
cur
little
neighborhood
in
Kensington,
N.
H.,
where
for
about
a
year
he
held
weekly
or
semi-weekly
prayer-meetings,
his
death
was
a
heavy
blow.
We
knew
he
held
a
very
warm
place
in
the
hearts
of
almost
our
entire
community,
though
how
highly
he
was
appreciated,
we
did
not
realize.
One
of
the
neighbors
who
attends
the
“Our
minister
can
get
out
only
one
or
two
to
his
Wednesday
night
prayer-meeting,
Dut
Brother
Pratt
(many
called
him
that)
on
Congregational
church
here
said,
Saturday
evening
nearly
always
has
from
fifteen
to
twenty-five
in
one
small
neighbor
hood.”
Ile
seemed
to
have
the
respect
of
those
who
for
many
long
years
had
attended
no
church,
and
could
draw
them
to
meeting.
During
his
brief
illness,
«Have
you
heard
from
Brother
Pratt?”
greeted
us
everywhere
through
the
community;
and
when
we
had
to
tell
them
sadly,
«
Brother
Pratt
is
dead,”
many
tearful
eyes
testified
to
the
grief
they
felt.”
Those
who
express
themselves
at
all,
de-
clare
that
he
has
labored
faithfully
for
them.
One
lady
who
heard
the
message
at
Ames-
bury
six
years
ago,
took
her
stand
under
his
labors
to
share
the
joys,
sorrows,
and
re-
ward
of
God's
commandment-keeping
peo-
ple.
She
seems
very
firm,
Brother
Pratt’s
dying
words,
©
Praise
the
Lord,”
told
what
his
life
among
us
con-
stantly
said.
The
following
favorite
hymn
of
his
was,
I
believe,
true
of
him: