rounded life no over zeal in one channel, no extra service at one point, needs be offered as excuse for short.
She forgot, omitted nothing.
How much we all owe to her!
She is not dead,--she has gone before; but she has not gone away.
Nearer than ever, this very hour she watches and ministers to those in whose lives she was so wrapped; to whose happiness she was so devoted.
Who thinks that loving heart could be happy if it were not allowed to minister to those she loved?
How easy it is to fancy the welcome the old faces have given her!
The honored faces, the familiar faces, the old tones, that have carried her back to the pleasant years of health and strength and willing labor!
How gladly she broke the bonds that hindered her activity!
There are more there than here.
Very slight the change seems to her. She has not left us, she has rejoined them.
She has joined the old band that worked life-long for the true and good.
The dear, familiar names, how freshly they come to our lips!
We can see them bend over and lift her up to them, to a broader life: Faith is sight to-day.
She works on a higher level; ministers to old ideas; guards those she went through life with so lovingly.
Even in that higher work they watch for our coming also.
Let the years yet spared us here be a warning to make ourselves fit for that companionship!
The separation is hard.
Nature will have its way. “The heart knoweth its own bitterness,” and for a while loves to dwell on it. But the hour is just here, knocking at the door, when we shall thank God not only for the long years of companionship and health and example which she has given us, but for this great relief: that, in fulness of time, in loving-kindness, He hath broken the bond which hindered her. No heaven that is not a home to her. She worked with God here, and