“Ah! comrades, we stand in the silence
Homesick for a day;

But how can our anguish be bitter?
We follow that way.

Let us lift up our hearts, our beloved,
Love on as of yore;

Who knows but in stress of the battle

She hastes to the fore?

Then, onward, ye brave; to the duty,
Not far, with the King in His beauty,
We greet her once more."

Following the reading of this poem, Miss Willard led in prayer as follows:

"Our blessed heavenly Father, we believe in Thee; we believe that Thou hast made us for Thyself, and Thou inhabitest eternity. Time is not great enough for Thee, and so it is not great enough for us. We bless thee that we have always believed that this is just an island of a world where we have cast anchor for a little time, but we are bound for the Continent of Immortality. We bless Thee, though we did not always, for the cables Thou hast thrown across to bind us nearer to that great invisible world of souls. We bless Thee, our heavenly Father, that tears make the heart mellow and anoint the eye so that we can see the land that seemed far off; and it comes nearer to us as we go nearer to it. We bless Thee at the thought so dear and cherished in every heart to-day that the beloved companion who has been with us always in these great feasts of tabernacles hitherto, that she whom we have come to remember and to speak about, knows that we are here; that she is glad, and not sorrowful; and so should we be glad, even these her best beloved, whose hearts beat so close to her own and who were enclosed with her in one home sanctuary. We thank Thee that we see in them that token of the divine Spirit's indwelling, that they tell us with a smile on the lip and a tear in the eye that she does not seem far off.

Dear Heavenly Father, we know that when Thou didst send us Christ to show us what Thy heart was like and to bring us back to Thee, He used to say, "If it were not so I would have told you," and He always took immortality as the central cardinal truth of all worlds. We know that immortality has been loved by the great and gentle, and has been clung to even when they doubted, and perhaps there are even here to-day true and kindly souls who doubt, and yet who love and reach out the trembling hand, and would fain see and

know and love; and we know that they are dear to Thee, and that they shall see and know and love.

We thank Thee for all that we have lost. We did not always. But now we are not more grateful to Thee for anything than that they have swept on into Immortality, those great kind souls that made life rich to us in our own households in the sweet and sacred circle of our comradeship among the great illumined natures that have taught, guided and helped us by their voices and their songs. We pray Thee that every one here this day may feel that this is an illumined hour, that this is a holy and blessed time when we may reverently think of those who are our promoted comrades, when we may reverently call the roll of those who are on the roll of honor

now.

Comfort the heart of our dear brother and those dear daughters and that son, and all the loved relatives of Mary Woodbridge, and may the sense they have of our love to them, the sense they have of that close entwining sympathy with which we have turned our hearts to them, be a consolation to them, and may Thy Spirit give them visions of the immortal hills of God. Help each one of us highly to resolve, and with a holy purpose, that we will cling steadfastly to Thee; that we will hold to and illustrate that heavenly faith which presses to that which is within the vale and says in its soul, "Beyond the smiling and the weeping we shall be soon" in the better country, in the sweet summer land of safety and purity. Help us to feel, each and every one of us, that it is only by character that allies with the white light of God that we shall ever be able to dwell in that light. Help us each one to be so transformed in the spirit of our minds that we shall prove and know what is that good and perfect and acceptable will of God, and as we love each other here, may it be the sweetest part of our comforts and associations that we shall be together soon in the upper country, the sweet home of the soul; and do not suffer us to cherish now any thought that will be unwelcome when we recall it on the mountain top of the transfigured life in heaven. So melt all our hearts into unity and charity and tenderness, and make us as little children before Thee, and bring us each, we pray Thee, into that unity that gives the bond of peace.

We know that tender, great heart is with us, is thinking and noting the hour and noting the time, she whose clear voice has so often winsomely lifted us up into the mount of vision. We bless Thee for the faith her childhood knew, the faith that has been her bright armor in all these laborious years.

God bless our Mary Lathrap here among us still, as Thou hast blessed our Mary Woodbridge who swiftly and painlessly passed to the better country, and bring us along gently in thine own good time and way; give us a peaceful hour, if it please Thee, in which to die, and bring us to those holy reunions with those whom we have loved and lost, while through riches of grace in Christ Jesus, who taught us when we pray to say,

Our father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil; For thine is the kingdom and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.

Mrs. Helen M. Bullock, who had charge of the memorial exercises, said:

"I shall never forget her kind and encouraging words to me when I first came into this work and was a stranger to nearly all of you. I shall never cease to thank God for her sympathy and her helpfulness all the way along, and now, dear friends, if she was so much to me who had known her for these few years, how much more must she be to those of you who have known her longer and more intimately, whose privilege it has been to be with her in all these years of her work. And so I am going to ask her own state president, Mrs. Henrietta Monroe, to say a few words to you in regard to her life and her work."

MRS. MONROE :

Mary A. Woodbridge was a woman admired, honored and loved, so that to-day her memory is enshrined in the heart of every Ohio woman. She was one of Ohio's most gifted women. She was the brilliant president of the Ohio union for five years; she was the peerless leader of the second amendment campaign, sitting here in the city of Cleveland, speaking words which vibrated throughout this whole state. She was the faithful recording secretary of the National W. C. T. U. for fifteen years; last year she was promoted to the second place in the coterie of the general officers, but there was higher promotion for her before her year of service had closed.

We were to have welcomed her to this city by the lake, but she has been welcomed to the heavenly city, the city by the golden sea, whose pearly gates opened wide to receive her. We were to have welcomed her with words of love, but she has heard the welcome plaudit, "Well done, good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joy of thy Lord." Blossoms, these beautiful flowers, which she loved so well, were to have breathed a welcome to her, but to-day she walks in green pastures and by still waters in the land of immortal bloom where leaf fades not and the flower never withers. She was to be welcomed by the voice of song, but hark! ten thousand harps and voices have welcomed her to her heavenly home. She was to have been welcomed to this beautiful house and to this great audience, but she has been welcomed into mansions above, and her company is to-day an innumerable company of angels, and she is beholding the glories which our eyes have not seen nor our ears heard, nor hath it entered into our hearts to conceive the blessedness which awaits her.

There is one less here; the charmed circle has been broken, the dear face that we have missed from its accustomed place is saved and cleansed and purified by grace. There is one more in heaven. To her our voice of welcome is hushed and to her the farewell word is forever spoken.

Mrs. Stevens read the following on behalf of Mr. Woodbridge:

While my lips refuse to speak my heart urges me to tender a word of heartfelt thanks to the dear sisters of the W. C. T. U., who have so kindly by word and deed emphasized their affection for my wife, dear beloved Mary. Their tender sympathy for her family comes to us all as a silver lining to the dark cloud overshadowing our now desolate home. I wish to express my undying interest in the cause Mary loved so well and served so faithfully, and I am ever Your bereaved and trusting brother,

F. W. WOODBRIDGE.

We will close this chapter with submissive and hopeful hearts, praying, "Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven." We will not think of her as dead, but as living the real life, transfigured and glorified.

CHAPTER XXII.

TRIBUTES OF HER W. C. T. U. SISTERS AND HER COLABORERS IN MORAL REFORM.

DEAR BROTHER WoodbridgE :-You used to say:

"I wait for thee!" I said it in my dreaming,
Then fell a hush beyond the hush of night;
And, fairer far than southern waters gleaming
A Presence passed in soft celestial light.
Then calm and sweet and clear

A spirit voice came singing,

Far, far away, yet near,

Like star-bells' crystal ringing,

Oh, well my own heart knew

That voice so clear and true

"I wait for thee!"

Now you may say with tearful hope:

"She waits for me!" I said it in my weeping,
For never more she cometh o'er the sea;
She waits for me! A glorious vigil keeping
Beyond the stars, she waiteth there for me.
And now I wait awhile

Beneath the shade-trees lonely,

And learn once more to smile,

For she hath gladness only

Beside the Crystal Sea,

Until the shadows flee

"She waits for me!"

-Frances Ridley Havergal.

T might be thought that perhaps the author, having long been a pastor and personal friend of Mrs. Woodbridge, had an exaggerated estimate of her character, ability and life work. It might be reasonably feared by some