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AUREUA. 
 
 "I will lift up mine eyes unlo the hills from whence cometh my help.' 
 
IN MEMORIAM 
 
 SISTER AURELIA G. MACE 
 
 1835— 1910 
 
Afpectionatbly Inscribed 
 
 To THE Memory of "Our Mother," 
 
 AuREWA G. Mace, 
 
 By her "I/Oved Ones" at 
 
 Sabbathday IvAke, Maine. 
 
 ' 'O brighter than the morning star, 
 
 Is the heart that's pure and free; 
 And the light that's ever glowing there, — 
 
 The star of purity. 
 The sun shall wane, the stars go down, 
 
 And reign of time be o'er; 
 But the living light in the heart that's pure, 
 
 Shall shine forever more. ' ' 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 Words fail to express the tender thoughts which we 
 would gladly weave into this tribute to the memory 
 of our much loved and respected sister, Aurelia G. 
 Mace. But we can render to her this memorial as 
 a heartfelt token of our esteem, and offer it to our 
 many friends within and without the Society, trust- 
 ing from its pages there may ring the notes of our 
 truest and sincerest loyalty to the beautiful soul 
 who has only "Gone Before." 
 
 "Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set 
 on an hill cannot be hid." 
 
BIOGRAPHICAL. 
 
 On the evening of March 30th, 1910, Sister Aurelia 
 Mace passed from this life to her "Home Beyond the 
 Gates," after a long illness. She will be one of the 
 bright and shining lights there, as she has always 
 been here. Our loss will be her gain, so we can but 
 bow our wills to the will "of Him who doeth all things 
 well." 
 
 Sister Aurelia was brought an infant less than 
 a year old to this family by her father and mother 
 and with two brothers and five sisters. I^ater, her 
 mother was obliged to go to Strong, Me., to attend 
 to certain unsettled business affairs and took the child 
 with her. Both returned while Aurelia was still a tiny 
 girl, and here she has remained, true as steel, having 
 passed nearly fourscore years, and has been a Shaker 
 in every fibre of her being; always inspiring others; 
 an open-minded, hopeful woman; confident that her 
 beloved Church is coming into days of greater pros- 
 perity. She has often been heard to say: "I shall 
 not live to see Zion's increase, but you who are 
 young who stand faithful will surely see it." 
 
8 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 Her father was well known in New England as a 
 preacher of the Universalist faith. Her mother was 
 of Welsh descent and was a woman of great energy, 
 strength of mind and sterling integrity. Sister 
 Aurelia says: "I was born in Strong, Maine, on the 
 6th of March, 1835. I was brought up in the midst 
 of that great spiritual wave. I decided when very 
 young to devote my whole life to the cause of God. 
 I studied more out of school than in school. I studied 
 for a while with the Shakers at East Canterbury, N. 
 H., and did the best I could for my pupils. I was a 
 teacher for twenty-seven years, although I did not 
 have much chance to learn how they did outside. I 
 never liked large schools. I liked to have a chance 
 to teach each pupil individually." 
 
 She was twice called to live in the Elder's Order, 
 where she showed uncommon ability in the instruc- 
 tion of the young. She was also twice called to offi- 
 ciate in the Office, a position that she held for thirty 
 years and where she still presided up to the time of 
 her death. 
 
 In 1894, she was chosen as one of the sister Trus- 
 tees. Her life has been rounded out full of good 
 works, and she goes into eternity with years ripened 
 unto the fruits of righteousness. She was always 
 ready with a word of courage and cheer for every- 
 
IN MEMORIAM 9 
 
 one. Against the spirit of doubt she was as keen as 
 fire. She often said that her standard was for the 
 purest and the surest. 
 
 She leaves behind her many bright examples and 
 beautiful thoughts. The following is one which she 
 wrote many years ago, but it shc^s the life contest 
 of a faithful worker in Zi,on : 
 
 "lyO, I heard the word of God, 
 
 First the cross loomed up before me, 
 
 Then the crown appeared in sight, 
 
 First the duty, then the beauty 
 
 Beckoned on the path of right. 
 
 Never turning, ever learning; 
 
 Perfect whiteness, perfect brightness; 
 
 Still I'm marching, still I'm reaching; 
 
 I<o, redemption draweth nigh. 
 
 Spotless standard waving all along the way. 
 
 No bounds to sacrifice. The whole is given — naught 
 
 reserving — 
 Self controlling— heavy blows of chisel on rough 
 
 marble ! 
 lyO, the statue fine appears ! 
 Walk the vale of the beautiful 
 Clothed in spirit dutiful. 
 Thus the cross is wearing out." 
 
lO IN MEMORIAM 
 
 SISTER AURELIA. 
 
 IN LOVING REMEMBRANCE. 
 
 The echos of Baster carols 
 
 Still floated upon the air; 
 Heaven's gate wide was swinging 
 
 As angels opened the bar. 
 
 When silently came the message, 
 
 Sweet to her listening ear, 
 As she grasped the hand outreaching, 
 
 And greeted her loved and dear. 
 
 lyong and faithful has been her service, 
 Sweet and gentle her presence here; 
 
 I<ong her words of tender counsel 
 For the sorrowing, smiles of cheer. 
 
 Through days that were dark or sunny. 
 True she stood through every test; 
 
 Content not with half-hearted service. 
 Ever giving freely her best. 
 
 Not only in loving home circles 
 Her light most clearly shone, 
 
 But abroad ever3rwhere, she bravely 
 Unfurled truth's banner, alone. 
 
IN MEMORIAM II 
 
 The fragrance about us still lingers 
 Though translated in gardens above; 
 
 Yet in our earth plot ever 
 
 Her memory dwells with love. 
 
 There's only a short path between us, 
 Just a little while we'll meet her there; 
 
 A little more sunshine and shadow, 
 A little more sorrow and care. 
 
 The beautiful, beautiful river, 
 
 The River of I/ife lies between; 
 She has passed o'er its "still waters" 
 
 And rests in the "pastures green." 
 
 So the Easter message floats downward: 
 
 Seek her not among the dead; 
 She is risen, you yet shall behold her; 
 
 She is risen, as it was said. 
 
 FiDBLLA ESTABROOK. 
 
 Pittsfield, Mass., Mar. 31, 1910. 
 
12 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 MEMORIAL SERVICE. 
 
 The service was opened by Klder William Dumont, 
 who said : 
 
 "The occasion which calls us together is a sad one, 
 but we have met here to-day to pay our last tributes 
 to one who has so loyally given her life to the cause 
 of truth. 
 
 "We have known Sister Aurelia for years and all 
 have felt her kindness of heart. Not only the inmates 
 of this home will miss her, but all who ever came 
 within her presence will miss the kind words and the 
 genial smile. None could go where she was for a 
 short time, and leave without taking with them 
 an uplifting influence. Bven the wild birds and 
 squirrels, that gathered about her door to be fed in 
 winter, will miss her, and the poor we all know were 
 never turned needy away by her. 
 
 "Although we shall greatly miss this beloved sis- 
 ter, we would not call her back, as we believe her 
 work was done, and she goes unto her reward, hav- 
 ing lived more than her allotted time. And we who 
 are left must renew our faithfulness, that when we 
 are called to leave our work here, we may be sure 
 that we shall have a treasure in Heaven as she had 
 to gather to." 
 
IN MEMORIAM 13 
 
 The family then sang the beautiful hymn entitled, 
 ' 'The Beautiful Shore, ' ' the words of which are given 
 as follows : 
 
 BEAUTlFUIv SHORE. 
 
 Time's dark billows and tempests may roar, 
 Yet will I sing of that beautiful shore. 
 Where the chill winter of life shall be o'er 
 
 Ne'er to return to the soul. 
 Blest summer land, free from sorrow and gloom, 
 In fadeless beauty our spirits shall bloom. 
 While the earth casket inherits the tomb 
 
 Seasons supernal will roll. 
 
 Gladsome the spring of that fair, happy land. 
 Blossom and fruitage in glory expand, 
 While the soft breeze from its emerald strand. 
 
 Scent-laden, floats to us here. 
 I^ove builds its mansions all pearly and bright. 
 Rising in grandeur in rose-tinted light. 
 'Tis for the blessed, whose robes are made white. 
 
 Heavenly homes have been reared. 
 
 Pilgrims who tarry, your time yet abide; 
 Slowly receding is life's ebbing tide; 
 Over its surges your spirit shall glide 
 
 Safe to that beautiful shore. 
 Happy the thought if our hearts are made pure. 
 We an inheritance there shall secure. 
 Hope still confides in promises sure. 
 
 When here our journey is o'er. 
 
14 IN MSMORIAM 
 
 The following was a favorite hymn of Sister 
 Aurelia's and was sung at the close of the Memorial 
 Service. 
 
 LIFE'S UNFOLDMENT. 
 
 Not all a dream, a passing dream, 
 
 Is life's unfoldment here; 
 Earth's brightest glories are but gleams 
 
 From out the inner sphere. 
 What hopes and longings fill the heart. 
 
 And lift the mind on high; 
 They tell that the immortal part 
 
 Can never, never die. 
 
 Who clothes the lilies of the field? 
 
 And marks the planet's course ? 
 Makes earth a fruitful harvest yield? 
 
 Renews each secret force ? 
 That same creative power beholds. 
 
 With tenderness and love, 
 His noblest works where life unfolds, 
 
 I/ike types revealed above. 
 
 Oh, what a glorious destiny 
 
 Awaits the human soul! 
 Beyond a brief mortality. 
 
 Where higher powers control. 
 And step by step, a starry way 
 
 Will mark its progress on; 
 Rejoicing in unclouded day. 
 
 Where perfect victory's won. 
 
IN MBMORIAM 15 
 
 This beautiful poem was contributed by Sister 
 Prudie Stickney and read at the Memorial Service 
 very feelingly by Eldress I/izzie M. Noyes. 
 
 RECOMPENSE. 
 
 We are quite sure 
 That He will give them back, bright, pure and 
 
 beautiful; 
 We know He will but keep 
 Our own and His until we fall asleep; 
 We know He does not mean 
 To break the strands reaching between 
 The here and there. 
 
 He does not mean, though heaven be fair, 
 To change the spirits entering there, that they forget 
 The eyes unpraised and wet, 
 The lips too still for prayer, 
 The mute despair. 
 He will not take 
 
 The spirits which He gave, and make 
 The glorified so new 
 That they are lost to me and you. 
 
 I do believe 
 
 They will receive 
 Us — you and me — and be so glad 
 To meet us that when most I would grow sad 
 I just begin to think about the gladness, and the day 
 When they shall tell us all about the way 
 That they have learned to go — 
 Heaven's pathway show. 
 
1 6 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 My lost, my own and I, 
 
 Shall have so much to see together by and by, 
 
 I do believe that just the same sweet face. 
 
 But glorified, is waiting in the place 
 
 Where we shall meet if only I 
 
 Am counted worthy in that by and by. 
 
 I do believe that God will give a sweet surprise 
 
 To tear-stained, saddened eyes, 
 
 And that His heaven will be 
 
 Most glad, most tided through with joy for you and 
 
 me, 
 As we have suffered most. God never made 
 Spirit for spirit, answering shade for shade. 
 And placed them side by side- 
 So wrought in one, though separate, mystified — 
 And meant to break 
 The quivering threads between. When we shall 
 
 wake, 
 I am quite sure we shall be very glad 
 That for a little while we were so sad. 
 
 — George Klingle. 
 
IN MBMORIAM 17 
 
 The following loving tribute to "Sister Aurelia's" 
 memory was taken from the Lewiston Journal : 
 
 The Memorial Services of the late sister, Aurelia 
 G. Mace, of the Sabbathday I^ake Shakers, were 
 held at the community chapel, Friday, at 2 P. M., 
 and all who were present will remember the touching 
 service for many a day. 
 
 Among those present were Governor and Mrs. Fer- 
 nald, Mr. H. W. Ricker and family, Mrs. E. P. 
 Ricker and her two sons, Mrs. A. B. Ricker, Miss 
 Sadie Ricker, and other guests and friends from 
 Poland Spring; also many other personal friends and 
 neighbors. Mr. E. P. Ricker, who was at Clifton 
 Springs, N. Y., wired his regrets at not being able 
 to come. 
 
 Rev. Eleanor B. Forbes, of Gray, spoke words of 
 sympathy and comfort to the stricken family. The 
 service was very touching in its simplicity. A beau- 
 tiful hymn, sung in harmony by the family, was fol- 
 lowed by appropriate words by Elder William Du- 
 mont. Then the heartfelt words of the sisters who 
 have associated with Sister Aurelia for years, through 
 joy and sorrow, caused many an eye to moisten. Fol- 
 lowing this, the young sisters' quartette sang, "Beau- 
 tiful Isle of Somewhere." This was sympathetically 
 rendered and certainly reminded the hearers that ' 'We 
 
1 8 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 are but strangers here, Heaven is our home." Then 
 several different articles were read in memory of the 
 beloved one who has just stepped from our sight. 
 Before the closing of the service, permission was 
 granted to all who wished to make remarks. By 
 special invitation, Gov. Fernald spoke a few fitting 
 words. He stated that he never was called upon to 
 speak on such an occasion, but that he felt greatly 
 honored. He said he had known Sister Aurelia for 
 years, and found hers to be a noble character, and 
 while she would be greatly missed at home, she 
 would also be greatly missed by her many friends in 
 the surrounding towns. After the Governor's re- 
 marks the service was closed, and all who wished 
 once more viewed the remains of the Shaker Moth- 
 er in Israel, which rested in the large front hall, just 
 outside the chapel. 
 
 The flowers surrounding the plain white coffin 
 spoke of the love and affection of her many friends. 
 Her life-long friends, the Rickers, could not do 
 enough, seemingly, for her memory, and for those in 
 her home. In proof of this, a lovely wreath of roses 
 and lilies was sent by the Ricker family. Besides, a 
 beautiful panel of calla lillies, surrounded by their 
 deep green foliage, "From Brother Edward," as Sis- 
 ter Aurelia loved to call Mr. E. P. Ricker. Many 
 other floral tributes were sent by dear friends, which 
 helped to beautify the bed of roses in which the 
 "Mother" lay. Mr. and Mrs. F. A. Nickerson sent 
 a charming box of lillies. But still all the fragrant 
 
IN MEMORIAM 19 
 
 flowers were but feeble messages when compared to 
 the expressions of love from her life-long friends. 
 
 The Shaker family appreciated very highly the re- 
 quest of Mr. Hiram Ricker, who said he would con- 
 sider it a great privilege to be one of the bearers. 
 Gov. Fernald also expressed a similar wish. Accord- 
 ingly these two noble men of our State, and Blder 
 William Dumont, with Delmer C. Wilson, carefully 
 and tenderly lifted the remains to the waiting carriage 
 which conveyed them to their final resting place. 
 
 The family feel greatly indebted to Mr. and Mrs. 
 Osgood for their loving and reverent service. 
 
HOME TRIBUTES 
 
IN MBMOKIAM 23 
 
 "THY CHILDREN SHALL RISE UP AND 
 CALL THEE BLESSED." 
 
 FOR SISTER AURELIA. 
 
 Dearest friend and kind instructor, 
 
 Many years have passed away 
 Since thy voice so gently called me 
 
 Where in peace I walk to-day. 
 All the credit, sure belongeth 
 
 Unto thee, O friend so dear, 
 That I stand among you 
 
 As a chosen member here. 
 
 I^ong ago, I well remember 
 
 'Twas a lovely morn in May 
 When at first I met a stranger 
 
 Whom they called Aurelia Gay; 
 And that face I'll ne'er forget it. 
 
 Nor the hand outstretched to me. 
 Which established lasting friendship, 
 
 Giving me a welcome free. 
 
 All along that same hand led me 
 
 Through the days of erring youth. 
 Through temptation's hour of trial. 
 
 Showing me the pearl of truth. 
 Never has thy true heart faltered, 
 
 Nor grown weary in the strife ; 
 All thy talents have been given 
 
 To a good and virtuous life. 
 
24 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 Of thy patience and forbearance 
 
 I must speak a word of praise, 
 For I've often felt its sweetness, 
 
 In the bygone golden days. 
 I remember, and I cherish 
 
 All thy kind and loving deeds, 
 All thy words of wise instruction. 
 
 That were fitting to my needs. 
 
 Thy reward, O kjndest sister, 
 
 Ye shall reap, I feel assured, 
 And thy children call thee blessed 
 
 For the cross thou hast endured. 
 Fine the robe ye'U wear in glory 
 
 Made through suffering spotless white; 
 And thy jewels whom thou lovest 
 
 Will adorn thy crown so bright. 
 
 Writtbn by One op Her "Ten.' 
 Sabbathday I^ake, Me. 
 
IN MBMORIAM 25 
 
 A TRIBUTE. 
 
 By Sister Sirena E- Dougi,as. 
 
 "Some humble door among Thy many mansions 
 Some sheltering shade where sin and striving cease, 
 
 And flows forever through heaven's green expansion 
 The river of thy peace." 
 
 Many times I have heard Sister Aurelia repeat the 
 few lines of this lovely poem, and I do not doubt but 
 what her beautiful spirit entered the humble door of 
 her Heavenly Father's mansion, which had become 
 hers through faithfulness and right living, for we 
 know her life was a life of beauty and holiness. 
 
 The parting with our dear sister was sadness to us, 
 but joy to her, yet we would not recall our loved one 
 back to earth again. We have the assurance that 
 she will be near to us in spirit, to watch over and 
 guide us still. 
 
 She left many bright and godly examples for us to 
 follow— her loving and cheerful spirit and a heart 
 so full of tenderest love and affection that no one 
 passed by without her notice and a smile. No one 
 knew her but to love her, and may her love cover us 
 as a mantle. 
 
26 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 I will herewith enclose the rest of "Whittier's 
 Prayer," from which I quoted at the commencement 
 of my tribute : 
 
 When on my day of life the night is falling, 
 
 And, in the winds from unsunned spaces blown, 
 
 I hear far voices out of darkness calling 
 My feet to paths unknown: 
 
 Thou who hast made my home of life so pleasant, 
 Leave not its tenant when its walls decay. 
 
 l/ove divine, O Helper ever present. 
 Be Thou my strength and stay! 
 
 Be near me when all else from me is drifting. 
 
 Earth, sky, home's pictures, days of shade and 
 shine, 
 
 And kindly faces to my own uplifting 
 The love which answers mine. 
 
 1 have but Thee, my Father! let Thy spirit 
 
 Be with me then to comfort and uphold; 
 No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit 
 Nor street of shining gold. 
 
 Suf&ce it if — my good and ill unreckoned. 
 
 And both forgiven through Thy abounding grace— 
 
 I find myself by hands familiar beckoned. 
 Unto my fitting place. 
 
 Some humble door among Thy many mansions 
 Some sheltering shade where sin and striving cease. 
 
 And flows forever through heaven's green expansion 
 The river of Thy peace. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 
 
 27 
 
 There, from the music round about me stealing 
 I fain would learn the new and holy song, 
 
 And find at last, beneath Thy trees of healing 
 The life for which I long. 
 
 Sabbathday I,ake, Me. 
 
28 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 By S. li. Fl,ETCHER. 
 
 "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence 
 Cometh my help." — Psalm 121. 
 
 This was a favorite verse of our Sister Aurelia's 
 and one which she loved to repeat. In our religious 
 life she was a great strength and wise counselor, and 
 all of this we shall miss very much. 
 
 But she will be better able, now that she does not 
 have the frail, weak body to encumber her, to minis- 
 ter unto us; for I believe that she sees us and knows 
 our wants better than she did when she was here 
 with us. / 
 
 With Whittier I would say: 
 
 "I long for household voices gone, 
 For vanished smiles I long. 
 But God hath led my dear ones on. 
 And he can do no wrong." 
 
 So in the future I shall expect to meet our sister, 
 and she will be the same kind mother that she was 
 when on earth. 
 
 Sabbathday I,ake, Me. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 29 
 
 IN MEMORY. 
 
 By A. A. Stickney. 
 
 "In my Father's house are many mansions: if it 
 were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare 
 a place for you." 
 
 How comforting the thought that our dear sister 
 has a mansion prepared for her by the Master. Her 
 noble life of Christian devotion to the faith has built 
 for her a monument that will never decay in the 
 memory of her many friends. She has been like the 
 strong oak by the wayside, where many a weary pil- 
 grim has found shelter, in trouble and in the times of 
 storm, and felt refreshed after leaving her presence. 
 
 I think- of her as my mother in childhood and 
 youth, and sister in riper years, and who was always 
 near in every trial to whisper words of cheer. 
 
 I shall meet her "at the landing," and many more 
 of our dear aged friends that have passed on for a 
 time. But God is good to call them home to rest, 
 and they will still live on to shed their peaceful influ- 
 ence around us. 
 
 When the curtain closed around our sister's life 
 and the sun went down behind the Western hills, the 
 
30 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 beautiful lines of the poet Whittier came to my 
 
 mind: 
 
 "And so beside the silent sea, 
 I wait the muffled oar, 
 No harm from Him can come to me. 
 On ocean, or on shore. 
 
 "I know not where His islands lift 
 Their fronded palms in air; 
 I only know I cannot drift, 
 Beyond His love and care." 
 
 Sabbathday Lake, Me. 
 
 A TRIBUTE. 
 
 By E. H. Haskei,!,. 
 
 "And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me. 
 Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the I^ord 
 from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may 
 rest from their labors; and their works do follow 
 them." — Revelation 14: 13. 
 
 Thus I feel that the beautiful life of our sainted 
 mother will ever live in our memory, serving as a 
 bright example to her loving friends. 
 
 Sabbathday I,ake, Me. 
 
IN MKMORIAM 31 
 
 A TRIBUTE OF LOVE FOR SISTER 
 AURELIA. 
 
 By A. S. C0MMINGS. 
 
 Sister Aurelia's life is closed. Sister Aurelia, who 
 has been with us so many years, who has been to us 
 a mother and teacher in childhood and youth, a 
 spiritual guide and loving companion in riper years, 
 no more to walk with us in life ! Can it be possible 
 she has closed her watchful eyes from her dear ones 
 whom she has left ? Ah, nay, I believe she still 
 watches over and will be near to comfort us in our 
 bereavement. She has only "Gone Before" to pre- 
 pare a place for us, that where she has gone we may 
 follow. 
 
 We were not prepared to have her leave us. The 
 familiar places which have long since held her dear 
 form are now vacant. Her chair looks lonely, but we 
 are well aware that there is not a fireside that does 
 not have '^^one vacant chair," and Sister Aurelia we 
 know has gone to live with the angels, and for a time 
 is out of our sight. Her pleasant voice, too, is 
 hushed and the loving words which we have heard 
 
32 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 pass from her lips are no longer audible. Still I 
 have no doubt but she is near many times and would 
 gladly bestow upon us the same tender guidance as 
 in days long since gone by, if we were only spiritual 
 enough to receive them. 
 
 Could we but lift the veil which shuts her from our 
 mortal vision there we might behold her in all of the 
 glory of immortality. Although it is but a veil that 
 shuts her from our sight, it is so closed and sealed 
 that only those who sever the bands of death can 
 peer beyond it. Thus we must be content, and the 
 longest waiting time will soon be ended, when we 
 shall all be gathered to those who knew and loved us 
 and are waiting just beyond to "clasp us to them as 
 before." 
 
 I am glad it was my privilege to be with her dur- 
 ing her last days, and the following lines were written 
 from her last conscious words : 
 
 "I AM SO TIRED." 
 "I am so tired" were the last words 
 
 We heard our mother say; 
 Tired, and weary of sickness; 
 
 Tired, at the close of day. 
 Tired ? O weary traveler ! 
 
 A sweet rest shall be thine. 
 Into the "arms everlasting" 
 
 Rest from the labors of time. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 33 
 
 A beautiful life all spotless, 
 
 Made perfect by living aright, 
 Goes into the realms of glory 
 
 A beautiful angel of light; 
 And a peace passing all understanding 
 
 Shall be hers forevermore. 
 She will find dear friends to greet her 
 
 As she nears the "golden" shore. 
 
 A sweet benediction she leaves us, 
 
 To rest with us alway; 
 Though her parting sadly grieves us, 
 
 We could not bid her stay. 
 When she had grown "so tired," 
 
 And longed for rest at last. 
 We could but bid her God speed. 
 
 Knowing all pain was past. 
 
 And now when we sit in the gloaming, 
 
 Weary with toil and care. 
 We'll think of her with pleasure 
 
 Within her mansion fair; 
 Think she'll be there to greet us. 
 
 When we near the Borderland, 
 Where she'll "know her own in Heaven," 
 
 And clasp them by the hand. 
 
 Sabbathday l^ake. Me. 
 
34 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 "MY HOME." 
 
 Sung by the brothers and sisters with a great deal 
 of feeling at the Memorial Services of Sister Aurelia. 
 
 Oh, I view the land I'm nearing, 
 
 Only step by step I go, 
 Still I never lose the vision 
 
 Of that home I'm blest to know. 
 
 Through no gloomy mists nor shadows. 
 Through no vale of death I pass, 
 
 It is heaven to be holy, 
 
 I shall reach my home at last. 
 
IN MBMORIAM 35 
 
 A LOVING MEMORY. 
 
 By C. A. Stewart. 
 
 When asked to contribute to the memorial of our 
 beloved Sister Aurelia, I could but gladly respond 
 to the request. My heart goes out to her filled with 
 the tenderest love and respect. She has always 
 been a mother to me; whenever I was in her pres- 
 ence I felt an uplifting influence for good. Her life 
 has been an example of truth and purity, one which 
 we can safely follow. Many times she has repeated 
 one of her favorite Bible verses to me, one which I 
 think a great deal of: "Fear thou not; for 1 am with 
 thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will 
 strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will 
 uphold thee with the right hand of my righteous- 
 ness." — Isa. 41: ID. I believe she will be still near 
 us, andl we will feel her gentle spirit. I will prove 
 true and an honor in the home she loved so well. 
 
 Sabbathday lyake, Me. 
 
36 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 A TRIBUTE. 
 
 By M. F. Curtis. 
 
 One great trait in Sister Aurelia's character that I 
 wish to emulate was kindness of heart. She loved to 
 do little kindnesses for the weak ones of the earth, 
 and she was very fond of birds and animals. She 
 could not rest unless she knew they were well housed 
 and fed. She also had a great deal of pity for the 
 poor and needy ones. 
 
 When my life comes to its close, I hope to be re- 
 membered by as many virtues as Sister Aurelia was. 
 
 Sabbathday I^ake, Me. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 37 
 
 BEAUTIFUL ISLE OF SOMEWHERE. 
 
 Sung by the Quartette. 
 
 Somewhere the sun is shining, 
 Somewhere the song birds dwell, 
 
 Hush, then, thy sad repining : 
 God lives, and all is well. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Somewhere, Somewhere, 
 
 Beautiful Isle of Somewhere, 
 
 I^and of the true, where we live anew, 
 
 Beautiful Isle of Somewhere. 
 
 Somewhere the day is longer. 
 Somewhere the task is done. 
 
 Somewhere the heart is stronger. 
 Somewhere the guerdon won. 
 Chorus. 
 
 Somewhere the load is lifted, 
 
 Close by an open gate; 
 Somewhere the clouds are rifted. 
 
 Somewhere the angels wait. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
38 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 A LAST TRIBUTE TO SISTER AURELIA. 
 
 By h. M. BAltBY. 
 
 "You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you 
 will, 
 But the scent of the roses will hang round it still." 
 
 — Thomas Moore. 
 
 Sister Aurelia is with the angels. We did not 
 hear the summons, nor know how gladly "Our 
 Mother" welcomed it, as she left her earthly home 
 for the "mansions not made with hands," won by her 
 devotion to the work of God, for which she gave her 
 life a willing sacrifice years ago. To-day, in the sun- 
 set of life, she looks back without a regret. Could 
 we recall the memories that are ours, they would be 
 many. The acts of kindness, the words of cheer, 
 and the many, many loving smiles to one and all, 
 these are not lost ! These virtues, together with the 
 graces of purity and truth, have paved for her a road 
 to Heaven, and won for her a treasure eternal. She 
 not only wrote in her own life-book, but many, in 
 turning back the pages of theirs, will find valuable 
 
IN MEMORIAM 39 
 
 lessons of counsel and instruction impressed upon the 
 pages. 
 
 We are richer, dear friends, for the life that has 
 just left us. We shall miss her; but the weary 
 hands have finished their earthly tasks, and the 
 tired heart seeks rest. In fancy we see her meeting 
 the dear ones of "lyongAgo,^' with whom she bore 
 the burden, and stood the test "in the heat of the 
 day,'' and hear her singing, 
 
 "I've been with you through the furnace., 
 I've stood with you through the storm; 
 And now I go, rejoicing with you. 
 To my happy home." 
 
 Her life has been an example of godliness, and al- 
 though she has passed from our mortal view, the 
 same loving spirit, the same pure influence, will re- 
 main with us to comfort and bless. 
 
 "You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you 
 
 will, 
 "But the scent of the roses will hang round it still." 
 
 Sabbathday Lake, Me. 
 
40 IN MEMOMIAM 
 
 SHE IS NOT DEAD. 
 
 In Memory of Sister Amelia. 
 By C. H. Chacb. 
 
 "She is not dead !" lyike some calm benediction 
 The words are whispered to each aching heart. 
 
 "She only goes before," sweet voices tell us, 
 As tears of sorrow from our eyelids start. 
 
 By angel hands the mystic veil was lifted, 
 That hides from mortal view the summer land; 
 
 She softly stepped beyond the shining portals, 
 To join, at last, that happy, waiting band. 
 
 Dear, loving friends, with outstretched hands of wel- 
 come, 
 
 Were there upon the bright celestial shore. 
 With them she shares the glory of the faithful, 
 
 Her crown of light she wears forever more. 
 
 Bright robes are hers, of purity and goodness, 
 Made bright by golden deeds and words of love. 
 
 The years of loyalty to faith and duty 
 Have won for her immortal joys above. 
 
 Beloved one ! We miss her loving presence, 
 Her words of tender counsel and of cheer; 
 
 But ever, in the years that are before us, 
 We know her gentle influence will be near. 
 
IN MKMORIAM 41 
 
 We love them so ! These friends of our affection, 
 Who leave us for Heaven's joys, but this we 
 know. 
 They are not dead ! We, some sweet day, shall find 
 them 
 In that fair land where God's rare flowers grow. 
 
 Sabbathday I^ake, Me. 
 
42 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 WRITTEN FOR OUR GOSPEL MOTHER, 
 AURELIA G. MACE. 
 
 By Dei,MER Wilson. 
 
 When the golden sheaves are ready for the har- 
 vest the Reaper is sure to call. Accordingly our 
 beautiful mother has passed from our sight, but we 
 do not believe she has left us. The grave has claimed 
 the mortal clay and Paradise has received its own, 
 the purified spirit of our saintly sister; thus the fet- 
 ters are no more, the soul is free. 
 
 That willing and gentle spirit will hover over her 
 loved ones with a greater care and a sweeter influ- 
 uence than ever before. What a comforting thought 
 this is, for we know that the greatest desire of her 
 life was that the Church and her Home should grow 
 and increase. Now her spirit is free to inspire and 
 influence souls to seek Christ and "Put on the whole 
 armor of God." 
 
 In days that have passed her happiest moments 
 seemed to be when she could teach and encourage 
 souls in the way of God. She has often conversed 
 
IN MEMORIAM 43 
 
 with the writer in a way which touched the heart. 
 One of her favorite statements was: "Brighter than 
 the stars of heaven will be those who have kept them- 
 selves pure and unspotted from the world." Then 
 suddenly she would look up and say: "There are 
 many in whom there are no failures; there must be 
 no failure in you." Many are the times I have 
 been encouraged and blessed in listening to such 
 wise counsel and words of love, and it is with great 
 pleasure that I can say I know her good teaching 
 and strong influence has been of great value to me 
 in the past, and what is more, I know I shall always 
 be benefited by these blessings. 
 
 Yea, I thank God that it was my lot to fall under 
 the influence of such a noble Mother of Israel: 
 
 "As the ancients of the city pass away, 
 
 Who will keep the testimony burning bright ? 
 Who will hold the virgin standard snowy white ? 
 Like the saints who've gone before us in our day?" 
 
 Does not the life of this godly woman march on 
 before us commanding all in the voice of the mighty 
 spirit? "On! On to victorj' ! No compromise with 
 sin !" It certainly does and we will follow like brave 
 soldiers. 
 
 Sabbathday I,ake, Me. 
 
44 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 A SHINING LIGHT. 
 
 Written by JBNNIE MaTHBRS. 
 
 "Unto the world a shining light 
 And a glory in the land." 
 
 These words were brought to my mind while 
 absent from home during Sister Aurelia's illness and 
 on being asked about her. So many who were 
 strangers to me came with the question: "How is 
 Sister Aurelia ? Remember me to her, will you, 
 please; I think she is one of the loveliest characters 
 I ever met." And the thought came to me that she 
 had obeyed the Saviour's mandate: ' 'I^et your light so 
 shine before men, that they may see your good works, 
 and glorify your Father which is in heaven . ' ' She has 
 filled out this command in full, and all who ever knew 
 her came to respect and love her for her pure faith 
 and true Christian principles, and we who were inti- 
 mate with her in her home life were always strength- 
 ened and uplifted by associations with her. 
 
 We shall miss her, but I believe the influence of 
 her beautiful life will live to be a blessing as long as 
 there shall remain any who knew her. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 45 
 
 Hush ! move gently, step softly, 
 
 Speak low, with bated breath, 
 At the door the angel stands waiting. 
 
 The angel whom we call death. 
 
 Sighing, earth murmurs sadly "death," 
 
 Smiling, heaven whispers "life," 
 The joy of work well accomplished. 
 
 Peace, from all turmoil and strife. 
 
 In silence the angel comes quickly 
 
 At the close of a long weary day, 
 And in arm, strong, loving and tender. 
 
 He bears our dear mother away. 
 
 Away to the fields bright elysian. 
 
 To dwell in the joy of the Lord; 
 To rest from all weakness forever. 
 
 To reap there the promised reward. 
 
 For her, the struggle ended bravely, 
 Life's battles have all been well won. 
 
 And we seem to hear in the stillness 
 
 The Master's "Enter thou. Well done." 
 
46 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 AN ACROSTIC TO THE MEMORY OF 
 SISTER AURELIA. 
 
 By the GiRW. 
 
 Rose. S 
 
 Sister Aurelia, so kind and true, 
 
 Was always striving some good to do. 
 And ministering unto all each day, 
 
 A blessing of love in her own sweet way. 
 
 Ethel. I 
 
 In the smile, which she gave us 
 
 When we came near 
 There was always a gladness. 
 
 Which brought us good cheer. 
 
 Mary Ellen. S 
 
 Sweet are the fields elysian 
 
 'Tis there, with loved ones at rest. 
 
 We know Sister Aurelia is happy. 
 In her paradise home of the blest. 
 
 May. T 
 
 The Master has taken her to Him 
 
 And we miss her sweet presence below. 
 But we can follow her footsteps 
 
 And where she has gone we may go. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 47 
 
 Emma. E 
 
 "Eternal life, enduring bliss," 
 
 I hear the angels say, 
 As to the realms of glory. 
 
 Our "Mother" wings her way. 
 
 Ruth. R 
 
 Rejoicing with joys immortal. 
 
 In a heavenly mansion fair. 
 Renewed to a youth eternal. 
 
 We'll find "Sister Aurelia" there. 
 
 Emily. A 
 
 A mother's care you've given us. 
 
 So tender, kind and true. 
 And now in fond affection 
 
 We waft our love to you. 
 
 Ada. U 
 
 Using all her talents wisely 
 
 For the home she loved so well, 
 Holding up truth's snowy standard, 
 
 And of her faith would tell. 
 
 Gertrude. R 
 
 Robes, such as angels are wearing, 
 
 In Heaven, our "Mother" wears now. 
 The crown that is won by the faithful. 
 
 Is resting upon her fair brow. 
 
 Irene. E 
 
 Ever a kind and gentle spirit 
 
 Was shown to all needy ones. 
 The birds and the squirrels knew this, 
 And gathered about her for crumbs. 
 
48 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 Eugenia L 
 
 Toasting treasure she inherits, 
 
 Welcomed into scenes sublime; 
 Numbered now among the angels, 
 Far removed from things of time. 
 
 Eva. I 
 
 In that home of "many mansions", 
 Dearest "Mother," sweet and calm, 
 
 You are folded 'neath the shadow 
 Of the "Everlasting Arm." 
 
 Cora. A 
 
 A pure and beautiful life 
 
 Goes on to its own reward; 
 All robed in white, with beauty rife, 
 Prepared to meet its God. 
 
 Elsie. 
 
 Even the wild birds will miss you, 
 
 That came to the door at your call. 
 Much more do we, your dear children, 
 
 With the love you had for us all. 
 
 Farewell, for a time, Sister Aurelia, 
 
 So kind and so true alway. 
 We'll meet you, and greet you most surely, 
 
 In the land that is fairer than day." 
 
 On Easter Sunday, which occurred the 27th of 
 March, the two little twin girls, aged five years, I^ila 
 and Eliza McCool went to Sister Aurelia's room with 
 
IN MISMORIAM 49 
 
 their teacher, to visit her. They recited the 23rd 
 Psalm and then broke forth in their innocent way 
 into singing : 
 
 "Peace, peace be unto you, 
 
 Oh, my beloved. 
 You shall walk upon the sea, 
 
 Though the waves be troubled. 
 Yours shall be a crown of life, 
 
 Rich with gem and jewel. 
 Recompense for all the strife 
 
 Crosses and trials." 
 
 In their sweet, childish hearts they little thought 
 how soon the dear one would be beyond the sight of 
 their merry eyes, nor how appropriate the psalm and 
 song was for the season : Suffice it to say, it was 
 a comfort to Sister Aurelia and she sent them away 
 with her blessing. 
 
50 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 "A HEART AT LEISURE FROM 
 ITSELF." 
 
 By L. R. Baii,by. 
 
 Thus had our beloved Sister Aurelia. She was so 
 filled with the Christ spirit that no self interest found 
 its way into her life. Her heart was so freely given 
 to God, she took no thought of worldly honors or 
 selfish gain. Even when so sick she was wholly 
 dependent on others, she would say, "I wonder if you 
 have everything you need." So thoughtful always 
 of others. "We shall meet, but we shall miss her, 
 there will be one vacant chair," until we are once 
 more together in that "Home of the Soul," where 
 there will be no more parting or sadness. But while 
 we still remain where she has finished her life work, 
 let us iollow closely in her footsteps. ' 'Blessed are the 
 peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of 
 God."— St. Matthew 5: 9. Sister Aurelia often 
 quoted this little verse to me, and she would say, 
 "You must always strive to live this humble, peace- 
 ful life, for you then shall be called a child of God." 
 
 Sabbathday lyake, Me. 
 
IN MEJMORIAM 5I 
 
 TO SISTER AURELIA. 
 
 By V. A. DaniSI<S. 
 
 "Wayside roses droop and fade, 
 
 Bloom and fade their own sweet way; 
 We know not where their fragrance goes, 
 Floating, floating, day by day. 
 
 "Pass the footsore travelers. 
 Breathing in the dusty air; 
 They catch the odor of the flowers. 
 And bless the grateful fragrance there. 
 
 "Such our lives. Sweet words of kindness 
 Fall, we know not where or when; 
 I/ike the fragrance of the roses. 
 Reaching far beyond our ken." 
 
 Thus ever was the life of our dear sister, as pure 
 and sweet as the fragrance of the rose. No one came 
 into her presence without feeling this beautiful influ- 
 ence. She was ever ready with a smile and kind 
 word for everyone, not only her own people, whom 
 she worked with all of her life, but to all her 
 acquaintances elsewhere, and so it was until the end. 
 Her memory will always remain with us, as an inspi- 
 ration for good. 
 
 Sabbathday Ivake, Me. 
 
52 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 OUR ANGEL SISTER. 
 
 By R. Drakb. 
 
 We do not think of our dear sister as dead, but as 
 one full of joy and happiness as she stepped over the 
 threshold of the "better land." She has left us in 
 body, but her spirit of love and holiness will ever 
 remain in our midst. Her guiding hand will ever be 
 stretched out to those who are striving to walk in her 
 footsteps. 
 
 I pray that at the sunset of my life I may be as 
 worthy as our dear sister to hear from the Master's 
 lips, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant: 
 thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make 
 thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy 
 of thy Lord." 
 
 Sabbathday Lake, Me. 
 
IN MBMORIAM 53 
 
 MY TRIBUTE. 
 
 East Canterbury, N. H., March 31, 1910. 
 Ada S. Cummings, 
 
 Dear Sister: — I hear it reported this morning that 
 our precious sister, Aurelia G. Mace, has gone from 
 us, no more to return ! I almost doubt the message, 
 so sudden and so unwelcome. Imagination, however, 
 still pictures her as of yore, standing at the entrance 
 of her chosen home, beckoning us to enter, saying, 
 meantime, "Aurelia is here, come right in." It is 
 hard to bid her a long adieu, while her presence seems 
 so near. 
 
 By her whole-souled benefactions, she has won 
 many friends, each of whom, I have no doubt, will 
 make of each special favor a memory gem that will 
 last through time and through the eternities. The 
 uplifting influence of Sister Aurelia 's life has caused 
 the rich to love and admire her Christly attitude 
 toward those less favored. She has tried to fulfill 
 the grand two-fold commandment: "Thou shalt love 
 the I/ord," and "thy neighbor as thyself," on which 
 hang all the law and the prophets. 
 
54 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 When an explorer chances to find a nugget or a 
 vein of gold, how tenaciously he holds claim ! So 
 we, of long experience, have frequently discovered 
 among our friends characters of virgin gold, whose 
 honor, spiritual integrity, and purity of purpose have 
 made us feel that they who possess these excellencies 
 have more wealth at command than earthly mines 
 can bestow. In this worthy society lives our Sister 
 Aurelia. 
 
 I seem to see her in her new home, still scattering 
 the gold dust from her spiritual treasury on the mul- 
 titude that loved her on earth, and, as before, stand- 
 ing at the entrance (this time of a beautiful spirit 
 mansion), saying, "Aurelia is here, come right in," 
 while I sing to her as she visits her sainted friends of 
 old: 
 
 "What is the theme our angel friends are singing ? 
 What is the theme from virgin lives springing ? 
 'Tis joy, joy, the pure in heart shall see God, 
 Peace, peace shall crown their faithful labors." 
 
 To my life-long, genial correspondent, this tribute 
 is inscribed. 
 
 Your abiding sister, 
 
 ASBNATH C. STICKNEY. 
 
IN MBMORIAM 55 
 
 RESPONSIVE— PSALM AND HYMN. 
 
 Written in loving thought of Sister Aurelia in the 
 home circle at East Canterbury, N. H. 
 
 ' ' The Lord is my Shepherd;'" 
 
 "O then let nothing rob my soul, 
 Nor any doubts prevail, 
 For while eternal ages roll, 
 His goodness shall not fail." 
 
 ' '/ shall not want. ' ' 
 
 "I know that thy fountain of love 
 
 Will mountain and valley o'erflow; 
 Not barren nor thirsty the soul 
 
 Who serves where the pathway is low." 
 
 "Jfe maketh me to lie down in green pastures :" 
 
 "Sweet summer land ! O land of bright glory J 
 Thy beautiful fields are spread out before me; 
 Thy verdant groves and thy vineyards fair. 
 And my soul exclaims, 'How wonderful they 
 are!'" 
 
 '■'•He leadeth me beside the still waters." 
 
 ' 'The needy soul no more can thirst. 
 Who living streams have sought, 
 Since Christ is King, the Source, the Spring, 
 The Everlasting Rock." 
 
56 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 "/Te restoreth my soul :" 
 
 "As the breath of the morning, 
 As the strength of the hills, 
 God's blessing restoreth, 
 My measure refills." 
 
 ' 'He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his 
 name's sake." 
 
 "O righteous Shepherd, enfold us. 
 Continue to lead on thy flock; 
 Through valley, o'er mountain, we follow 
 In the shadow of the Eternal Rock." 
 
 " Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of 
 death,'' 
 "I've a covert safe and restful. 
 Where flowers of heaven grow, 
 Where God can find His own, 
 Down in the valley low." 
 
 ' '/ will fear no evil :' ' 
 
 ' 'Joy and peace are my sunshine. 
 And no day so overcast 
 But I catch the silver lining. 
 Shining through the stormy blast." 
 
 ''For thou art with me ;" 
 
 "Teach me how I best may serve Thee, 
 Every conscious hour control; 
 Then but little have I given. 
 
 For the wealth that greets my soul." 
 
IN MBMORIAM 57 
 
 ' ' Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." 
 "Thus reassured in faith and love, 
 My soul asserts its trust; 
 Through riven cloud I see the blue, 
 And own my God is just." 
 
 ' ' Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of m.ine 
 enemies :" 
 
 "I will arise and go to my Father's house 
 Where bread and wine are free, 
 
 Where I know the gifts that my spirit craves, 
 Are kindly spread for me." 
 
 ''''Thou anointest my head with oil ;" 
 "Wheresoe'er the Spirit calleth, 
 I,et me go, let me go ; 
 To empower me for duty 
 E'en the heavens overflow." 
 
 "My cup runneth over.'''' 
 
 ' 'AH hungering and thirsting here ceaseth; 
 I faint, and the tide surges near. 
 O perfect the bounty eternal ! 
 No famine my spirit can fear." 
 
 "Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the day^ 
 of my life :''^ 
 "I need not search the hidden depths. 
 Nor climb the mountain high. 
 Thy gift, O God, is love and light. 
 Thy truth will satisfy." 
 
58 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 ''And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. ' ' 
 ' 'Sacred home ! all other climes 
 Pale before thy wondrous light; 
 These will change as works of time, 
 Thou wilt fail me never." 
 
 EVENTIDE REST. 
 
 By JBSSIB Evans. 
 
 Not in the morn of life, when skies were fair 
 
 With promise unfulfilled, 
 When hope was decked in fancies bright and rare, 
 
 And voice of care was stilled, 
 
 She heard the call. 
 
 Not at the noontide, when with valiant heart 
 
 She turned the furrow deep, 
 And through meridian heat and toil kept on her part. 
 
 The way of God to keep, 
 
 Whate'er befall. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 59 
 
 Not in the twilight, when time's shadows lent 
 
 Their restful, grateful shade; 
 Her willing heart 'neath Zion's burdens bent, 
 
 Never the least afraid, 
 
 Task great or small. 
 
 At eventide, the work of day all done, > 
 
 The weary hands sought rest; 
 In wealth of glorious hue the setting sun 
 
 I/et from the tinted west 
 
 His plaudit fall. 
 
 Then gently from the sunrise land afar. 
 
 Blending with earth's "Well done!" 
 The summons came from out the gates ajar, 
 
 "Come, for thy race is run." 
 
 And was that all ? 
 
 Far, yet so near, we keep the friendship still. 
 
 On through the transient years; 
 Memory shall hold the golden cord, until 
 
 The gate of pearl appears 
 
 And jasper wall. 
 
 East Canterbury, N. H. 
 
6o IN MEMORIAM 
 
 IN KIND REMEMBRANCE. 
 
 By H. A. Johns. 
 
 All along life's journey the name of dear Sister 
 Aurelia has been like a flower by the wayside, send- 
 ing forth a fragrance that was a stimulus to higher 
 thought and aim. And though miles intervened, 
 her influence encouraged a pressing onward toward 
 conditions that render happy the heart. 
 
 Her interest in all worthy objects and subjects was 
 a noted feature in her life, and growing minds elic- 
 ited her genial ministrations. All who knew her 
 remarked the grace of courtesy, which was often 
 manifested in her benevolent smile, her gentle hand- 
 shake, and the cheery greetings freely bestowed upon 
 all who called at her door. 
 
 Now she has passed sweetly into the eternal rest 
 with earth's record of service well filled. We believe 
 angels swell the glad welcome, as she resumes her 
 life mission of doing good with other "brave souls" 
 in that wonderful Unseen. 
 
 So the "hands drop off," and the beacon lights go 
 out one by one. Only a few remain who may be 
 
IN MEMORIAM 6l 
 
 called the Mothers in Israel. But other hands lift 
 the waiting burden, other lights gleam all along the 
 • shore, and other loving hearts will prove their sincer- 
 ity to the cause Sister Aurelia held dear. 
 
 We say, God bless those who stand with willing 
 hands and trusting hearts ready to slip into the 
 waiting furrow ! Thought kindly turns to the dear 
 bereaved household in the East, and with it love and 
 sympathy are extended without weight or measure. 
 Through the sorrow and burden may the conscious 
 presence of the everlasting arms beneath be a divine 
 solace far surpassing our simple, yet heartfelt gifts 
 of loving remembrance ! 
 
 Kast Canterbury, N. H. 
 
62 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 LOVING RETROSPECT. 
 
 "Blessed are they that do his commandments, that 
 they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter 
 in through the gates into the city."— Rev. 22: 14. 
 
 In the home circle at East Canterbury, hearts beat 
 in sympathy with our bereaved brothers and sisters at 
 Sabbathday Lake, in thought of our departed sister. 
 
 Since the hundred-fold relation in Christ had sup- 
 planted all natural limitations, Sister Aurelia shared 
 the unbounded friendship of the entire household of 
 faith. That her lot was, from early childhood, cast 
 with a people "not of this world" has been no barrier 
 to her ministry of universal kindness ; indeed, has it 
 not rather removed all barriers? Every one who 
 came in touch with her life signally felt the uplift of 
 a noble, benignant spirit. 
 
 Why should any be led to question her creed ? 
 Beautifully the religious belief in which her confi- 
 dence was anchored has been expressed, as was the 
 Master's, in the ministry of "doing good." Was it 
 not fully defined by the author who wrote : 
 
IN MEMORIAM 63 
 
 "So many gods, so many creeds, 
 So many paths that wind and wind; 
 While just the art of being kind 
 
 Is all the sad world needs." 
 
 The stranger within the gate, the earnest seeker 
 after righteousness, alike felt the helpful ministra- 
 tions of her spirit. The "cup of cold water," in the 
 name of a disciple, was a spontaneous expression of a 
 life consecrated to God and to humanity. 
 
 While, like Mary of old, she delighted to sit at the 
 feet of the Master, drinking in the truths that were 
 always first and best to her, yet she fully evidenced 
 the temporal anxieties of Martha, readily ministering 
 to the practical needs of those who came within the 
 radius of her influence, as many a wayfarer can 
 testify. 
 
 It was not enough that she had found the "pearl of 
 great price' ' as an individual wealth; her greatest joy 
 was in letting the light of this discovery shine out 
 as a beacon to others. Her extensive writings — her 
 psalm and song, her book, tract and correspondence — 
 evinced her delight in publishing the tidings of salva- 
 tion. She fully believed the doctrine of Christ, had 
 given it a thorough test in her life experience, had 
 fought the good fight of faith, and has risen, we feel 
 assured, to fuller, richer realities in the home of 
 "many mansions." 
 
64 IN MSMORIAM 
 
 We are happy in the memory of our long acquaint- 
 ance with Sister Aurelia. Many census pages have 
 held our names in loving comradeship for a long series 
 of years. Did the kindly hands weary with their 
 much serving ? Did the loving heart gently withdraw 
 itself from the well-filled measure of service? We 
 may not say; but this we know, in the land where 
 there is no numbering, no parting, our honored friend 
 takes rank to-day. So we sing: 
 
 "In balance divine only Christhood is weight, 
 Self -conquest the pass at the strait, narrow gate." 
 
 Our sister has given the countersign at the "wicket 
 gate," and we love to believe her remembrance, her 
 love, her co-operation, will still link inseparable friend- 
 ships on both sides of the river. 
 
 Most sincerely. 
 
 In behalf of many, 
 
 Sarah F. Wilson. 
 East Canterbury, N. H. 
 
H 
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IN MEMORIAM 65 
 
 A Token of Respect to the Memory of Sister 
 Aurelia from her Enfield Friends. 
 
 "I have fought the good fight, I have finished my 
 course, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is 
 laid up for me a crown of life." 
 
 How befitting this text to the memory of our dear 
 Mother Aurelia ! Truly she was a Mother in Israel. 
 Not only have those under her immediate charge 
 been blest by her labors of love, but her influence for 
 good has been universal, and many will rise up and 
 call her blessed, as they review her life work. Al- 
 though her eyes are now closed in death and her 
 heart has ceased to beat, her spirit will still live and 
 move among the objects of her life's interest, and 
 to-day, rejoicing in her freedom, she sings : 
 
 "I am near, ever near, 
 To my life's dearest interest ; 
 Oh, I guard with loving care 
 That no harm may come near." 
 
 Blessed thought that gives assurance that our dear 
 friends do not leave us. We need not say "Good- 
 
66 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 bye"; simply, "Good night, dear, we shall meet in 
 the morning." 
 
 "We shall meet, we shall meet 
 In the morning light. 
 On the vernal hilltops 
 Glorious height." 
 
 I^ovingly, 
 
 Marinda M. Keniston. 
 Enfield, N. H. 
 
 MY OFFERING. 
 
 One by one the Harvest Angel gathers them in as 
 
 sheaves fully ripe for the heavenly garner. We who 
 
 are left do not mourn as those without hope, for we 
 
 know we shall meet again. Our sister has left behind 
 
 her a rich legacy of good works, and the mandate to 
 
 those who come after is, "Go thou and do likewise." 
 
 Blessed thought, we shall soon meet. 
 
 Mary M. Basford. 
 Enfield, N. H. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 67 
 
 IN LOVING REMEMBRANCE OF SISTER 
 AURELIA. 
 
 By S. E. GowBN. 
 
 "Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see 
 God." 
 
 Our beloved sister has gone to see the fulfillment 
 of this promise. She will meet her Heavenly Father, 
 for her heart was pure, and as she was pure in heart, 
 so she devoted her whole life in trying to help others 
 to be pure, making them feel the necessity of living 
 a pure life. 
 
 I have been acquainted with Sister Aurelia for 
 many years and have ever found a true friend in her. 
 Whenever she could do or say anything to help or 
 encourage me, she did it willingly. It seemed to be 
 so with every one she met. Always trying to do all 
 she could to help others to be "pure in heart," and 
 to "walk in the light of God." Truly she lived a 
 life of consecration to God. 
 
 We often remark on the fact that some rich person 
 has given a large sum of money for a benevolent pur- 
 
68 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 pose, and we say: "How grand of them!" True, 
 but our mother gave her all, "her life!" She had 
 but one; had she a thousand she would have given 
 them all to help others to be good, to be "pure in 
 heart." "To pass the cup of cold water in the name 
 of a disciple" was her motto through life, and great 
 will be her reward. I^et us, who are young, remem- 
 ber her pure life to pattern after, and live so as to 
 meet her in heaven. I will, for one. 
 
 Alfred, Me. 
 
 IN MEMORY OF SISTER AURELIA. 
 
 I feel that I can voice the sentiment that my 
 brother Stephen has expressed so truly and so feel- 
 ingly in regard to our Sister Aurelia. Her life as I 
 have known it was fraught with Heaven's peace, and 
 true, pure love toward all with whom she came in 
 contact. A sweet, forgiving spirit was a strong ele- 
 ment of her life, as Christ taught. The example she 
 set I will strive to imitate, for I greatly desire to 
 meet our dear sister in her home beyond the skies, 
 far away from the storms and clouds that often wreck 
 the peace of mind of the pilgrims journeying through 
 
 this vale of tears. 
 
 Your Broth:br Frank. 
 Alfred, Me. 
 
IN MBMORIAM 69 
 
 Lines in Memory of Our Sister, Aurelia G. Mace. 
 
 By Ebbn Cooi,broth. 
 
 This most respected of women has closed her eyes 
 to the things of time and the trials of this earthly 
 sphere. Her death will be mourned by all who knew 
 her, not only because of her superiority of character, 
 but because of the sympathy and friendship that 
 she has always shown for the people. She proved 
 herself a true disciple of our blessed Saviour. We 
 have reason to believe she had overcome the world in 
 the same sense that Jesus declared he had overcome 
 the world, and His promise to such was : ' 'To him 
 that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my 
 throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down 
 with my Father in His throne." Yet in the mysteri- 
 ous way by which great blessings are wrought we are 
 compelled to admit that possibly in this dispensation 
 some good will come to these mourning friends that 
 cannot now be seen. 
 
 She has laid her burdens suddenly down. We 
 can hardly reconcile ourselves to the thought that 
 
70 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 Others should take them up, and yet the future may- 
 reveal the good, the discipline that there may be in 
 this. Other hands may assume her task and do it so 
 well that her labor and influence shall not be lost. 
 And she ? Well, we do not know what grand fields 
 of thought and action she may enter upon. The 
 house in which our sister dwelt is left behind. It was 
 but a simple habitation, fitted for her use while she 
 remained here. Always frail, it took but a breath to 
 shatter it, and when at length there came a shock 
 strong enough to weaken it, and our sister could no 
 longer remain, she passed into the unseen, and we 
 behold left only the tenement in which she lived. 
 
 Between her and where we stand there hangs a 
 curtain, beyond which, wisely, we cannot in this life 
 see. But we can hope and believe, and as in nature 
 there is no death, so faith tells us our sister is not 
 dead, but living wiser, greater, grander than ever 
 before, because she was great and good here, with 
 opportunities multiplied for happiness and advance- 
 ment a thousand fold; for do we not, if we live 
 rightly here, advance from the lower to a higher 
 sphere on earth ! We cannot live a twelve-month on 
 earth without increased knowledge, so, as the cycles 
 of time go their unceasing rounds, we must, in obedi- 
 ence to the eternal law of progress, be forever grow- 
 
IN MEMORIAM 71 
 
 ing wiser and richer in the knowledge of truth and 
 justice and right. 
 
 We mourn for the departure of a friend, but we 
 have faith that we shall meet our sister a little way 
 on in the future, and the eye that shone so bril- 
 liantly, the voice that addressed us so kindly, the 
 hand that grasped ours so cordially, will again greet 
 us on the other side. 
 
 Sabbathday I^ake, Me. 
 
 e^c^e^oo^o^o^ 
 
 Ai^FRBD, Mb. ■ 
 
 Dear Friends: — We learn with sorrow of the 
 
 death of Sister Aurelia, and deeply sympathize with 
 
 you in your bereavement. Her tender words and 
 
 loving smile will be missed by all, but the memory of 
 
 her life of consecration and devotion to the faith 
 
 espoused in early youth will live forever. 
 
 May her example of godliness be as a guiding 
 
 star to us all. 
 
 Yours sincerely, 
 
 Fannie C. Casey. 
 
72 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 A LOVING TRIBUTE. 
 
 The Family. 
 
 "Not lost, not dead, not gone, not even sleeping, 
 
 But with us still." 
 Blessed words, so full of cheer to those left weeping, 
 When in the hearts such sorrow we feel creeping 
 
 At God's sweet will. 
 
 Still with us, at morn, at noontide, and at evening. 
 
 To love and bless 
 With tender smiles, your presence seeming 
 To shed o'er loved ones here the radiant gleaming 
 
 Of happiness. 
 
 Your life on earth was to us all a treasure, 
 
 f Dear to each heart. 
 
 You taught to us the love that's without measure. 
 The love that seeks its good in others' pleasure, 
 From self apart. 
 
 And as we list, while twilight shades are creeping 
 
 O'er wood and hill. 
 Your voice we hear: "I'm in God's tender keeping; 
 'Not lost, not dead, not gone, not even sleeping, 
 
 But with you still.' " 
 
 Sabbathday I^ake, Me. 
 
KIND AND LOVING CONTRIBU- 
 TIONS FROM 
 
 SYMPATHIZING FRIENDS 
 
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 TELEGRAM. 
 
 CwPTON Springs, N. Y. 
 Edward P. Rickbr, Jr.: 
 
 I desire you, and all the other members of our 
 family, to attend the funeral of Sister Aurelia, and 
 extend to Eldress I<izzie and other members of the 
 society my heartfelt sympathy in their bereavement. 
 I regret very much that I am so far away that I 
 cannot reach home in time for the funeral. Our 
 life-long friendship has gone, but her loyalty and 
 kindnesses to us all can never be forgotten. 
 
 Edward P. Rickbr. 
 
 Gray, Me., April i, 1910. 
 My Dear Friend: — I enclose the poem. I am very 
 glad to write it for you. It came to me like a mes- 
 sage when my heart was sore for the beloved sister in 
 the years that are gone. 
 
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 I cannot explain just how I have been helped 
 to-day. It all seemed so beautiful and restful, as 
 though I had been into another world — there is some- 
 thing so real in all you do and say. What a home of 
 rest and peace ! 
 
 Such a beautiful sunset, like a bene'diction upon 
 the day. My loving thoughts to all the dear sisters. 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 It is midnight ! 
 Deep and deeper grows the darkness 
 E'er the dawning of the day; 
 All nature sleeps, 
 Borne from earth's cares and sorrow 
 Into dreamland far away. 
 
 All is still, 
 And in the stillness 
 
 Angel whispers seem to float upon the air; 
 We can almost see their faces 
 
 As they turn to God in prayer. 
 Stern their duty, 
 Yet they come in love and mercy 
 
 To our dear one, faint and worn, 
 Gently loose the cords of silver. 
 
 Thus a child in heaven is born. 
 
 And this is death ! 
 Yes, 'tis death to our mortal vision, 
 I/ong we gaze into the face 
 Once so radiant. 
 
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 All in vain, we find no trace 
 Of recognition, and we turn away in sadness. 
 As we clasp that friendly hand 
 Once so full of warmth and welcome. 
 
 Can we ever understand the meaning 
 Of these earthly cares and sorrows ? 
 
 Can we learn life's lesson well ? 
 God is love and truth and wisdom. 
 
 And he doeth all things well. 
 
 And this is death ! 
 Not death, O child immortal. 
 For the good, the pure and true 
 
 Can never die. 
 The soul that filled the form with beauty 
 
 Still lives. 
 We know not how nor where. 
 But this we know, an angel presence 
 
 I/ights our pathway lest we fall. 
 Bids us watch, and wait and labor. 
 And find in God our all in all. 
 
 What is death ? 
 Death is but the open gateway 
 
 Leading into life and light. 
 Where the footsteps never falter 
 In the path of truth and right; 
 Where the toilers ne'er grow weary; 
 
 Where their labors never cease, 
 'Till every soul is sweetly folded 
 In the arms of Perfect Peace. 
 Very truly yours, 
 
 Kleanor B. Forbes. 
 
78 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 BY OUR DEAR FRIEND. 
 
 My Very Dear Friends : — I saw in this morning's 
 paper the notice of Sister Aurelia's death. I feel I 
 must write to tell you how much I feel for you, but 
 cannot condole with you as I know your loss is her 
 gain, and I know you would not wish her back 
 again. Still my great sympathy is with you all, for I 
 know how you will miss her sweet presence and com- 
 panionship. I wish I could be with you and tell you 
 how my heart goes out to you. 'But when God calls 
 the result is inevitable, and we must not rebel. No 
 one knows what is before them. We must live in 
 hope and hold to faith. 
 
 I hope Sister Aurelia did not suffer much. She has 
 been ill so long, the dear one must have wanted to 
 "go home." 
 
 Very much love to one and all of you, and with 
 
 very great sympathy for your great loss, I am, 
 
 Very lovingly, 
 
 M. C. Hoffman. 
 April 2, 1910. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 79 
 
 BY ONE OF SISTER AURELIA'S TRULY 
 DEVOTED FRIENDS. 
 
 My Dear Ada : — You were most kind and thought- 
 ful to write me the nice letter telling me all about 
 dear Sister Aurelia's illness, and I felt so sad to know 
 it was her last illness, and she was suffering pain, 
 and possibly we would never see her dear sweet face 
 again. I really wished I could be near to help in 
 some way. 
 
 I see by this morning's paper her dear soul has 
 passed on, and she has joined her many friends 
 "who have gone before," and is at rest. Such a 
 beautiful character one but seldom meets. Always a 
 smile and kind word for every one. Please, dear 
 Ada, extend our heartfelt sympathy to each mem- 
 ber of the dear family at Sabbathday Lake. 
 
 We all loved dear Sister Aurelia very dearly and 
 her charming presence will be greatly missed, but 
 our Heavenly Father knows best, and "He doeth all 
 things well." 
 
 Thanking you again for your dear thoughtful letter, 
 
 I am. 
 
 Yours with much sympathy, 
 
 Bmma B. Vosb. 
 April 4, 1910. 
 
8o IN MBMORIAM 
 
 Dear Eldress Lizzie: — Mrs. Nickerson joins me in 
 extending our deepest sympathy in the loss of Sister 
 Aurelia. While it was not unexpected, at the same 
 time the loss is always severe to those who are dear- 
 est, and we know that there has gone from your life 
 a friend of years' standing, that will be hard to 
 forget. We also know that your community will 
 mourn this loss much more deeply than we can 
 understand. We who are left have one consolation, 
 that in the future we shall join our dearest friends, 
 and that is a comfort. Extending to all our sincere 
 
 sympathy, 
 
 Affectionately yours, 
 
 Mr. and Mrs. F. A. Nickbrson. 
 
 My Dear Eldress Lizzie, Ada and Sarah: — You 
 have been in my thoughts constantly since I heard 
 of your great sorrow in the passing out of our 
 dear Aurelia to the higher life. Mr. Pierce and I 
 were away from home at the time, and saw an 
 account of her death in the paper, and when we 
 reached home I found your letters awaiting me. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 8 1 
 
 Indeed, you have lost your dearest and best friend, 
 one who has always been a most valued and compe- 
 tent leader. I, too, feel a great loss, for I prized her 
 friendship far more than I can express, and I feel 
 grateful beyond words that it was my privilege to 
 have such a woman as my friend. I know how 
 keenly you are going to miss her, but I also know 
 you are going to be brave, and to go right on as she 
 would like to have you. You will always feel her 
 presence there. 
 
 Dear, beautiful Aurelia, we shall always hold her 
 memory, and sometime that sweet face and gentle 
 voice will bid us welcome. Now dear ones gone 
 before are made happy by her coming. 
 Your loving friend, 
 
 Lydia p. Piercb. 
 
 To Dear Eldress Lizzie and Other Friends: — I have 
 just learned of the passing away of dear Aurelia. 
 She will be greatly missed, not only in your society, 
 but by the many other friends who knew her, 
 and loved her. She will be gratefully remembered 
 6 
 
82 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 as teacher, philosopher, and friend. I am sorry I 
 have not been able to visit Sabbathday I^ake the past 
 two summers, but I have not been unmindful of the 
 friends there. I wish very much I might have seen 
 Aurelia again before she was called to her heavenly 
 home. 
 
 I extend to you all my deep and sincere sympathy 
 in your bereavement, and pray that all who mourn 
 may be divinely comforted. 
 
 Truly and affectionately yours, 
 
 I/IlvI<IAN M. N. STEVBNS. 
 
 Dear Friends: — Saturday evening the paper recorded 
 the sad tale that our friend had left us for another 
 a;id happier world. She had a long illness and is 
 now at rest. I always loved her. The sterling quali- 
 ties of mind and honesty of purpose made her many 
 friends who mourn her loss. She was to me a beauti- 
 ful woman, with clear eyes, and lovely quietness and 
 genuineness of manners. We had many a good talk 
 together, and she gave me much good counsel. We 
 understood each other. I can feel and say, "She was 
 my friend." I had hoped to see her again, but it 
 
IN MEMOKIAM 83 
 
 was not to be. She had come to ripe old age, and 
 the shadows had begun to fall. "The day was well 
 spent." We need most of all Jesus' prayer, "Abide 
 with me, for it is toward evening." We are all going 
 to that home of "many mansions," and it is a cheer- 
 ing thought to me. 
 
 My remembrance to one and all. 
 
 Very truly yours, 
 
 Kate I/. Clary. 
 
 Dear Friend C. : — We have just learned of the 
 death of Sister Aurelia, whose life has been such a 
 source of inspiration to those who have been so fortu- 
 nate as to come under its influence. Words are but 
 empty things, at best, at a time when one must say 
 good-bye, even for a time, to such a life as that 
 which has just been transformed from the mortal to 
 the immortal, yet we would extend to you, and to 
 your society, our most sincere sympathy in this, your 
 hour of affliction. What is our loss is her gain, and 
 though by her death you are deprived of the smile of 
 affection and the word of good cheer, which was ever 
 hers to give, yet by the eye of faith you may pierce 
 
84 IN MSMORIAM 
 
 the veil that lies between her and you, and still feel 
 the warmth of her life and the inspiration of her 
 presence. 
 
 Praise God for her spotless life. Would that the 
 world might have more like it. 
 
 Yours in sympathy, 
 
 Mr. and Mrs. J. W. IvAmbert. 
 
 t^C^OC^OO^CI^O^ 
 
 My Dear L. : — Your note received. You have 
 indeed met with a loss. It cannot be otherwise. 
 Sister Aurelia was a woman of culture and refine- 
 ment, and "was endowed with a rare intellect. All 
 who have been accustomed to going there will miss 
 her sadly, but how much more you in closer ties ! 
 We do sympathize with you all; wish we could add a 
 word of comfort. Somehow at such times words are 
 empty, and yet how much sadder if no friend could 
 speak to us. 
 
 Again extending our love and sympathy to all, 
 we are, 
 
 As ever, 
 
 Dr. and Mrs. I,. T. Gushing. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 85 
 
 My Dear Friend: — It is with sorrow and grief I 
 received the news of your loss, in the death of Sister 
 Aurelia. I do not mourn for the departed, but for 
 the bereaved who are left behind to realize the loved 
 and lost who have left them for the better land. 
 Sister Aurelia was a splendid type of womanhood; 
 strong in conviction, yet kind and gentle in her 
 dealings with those who thought differently. She 
 had a spendid mind, and a warm heart. 
 
 I am glad I have one of her books. I read it often 
 with a great deal of pleasure. 
 
 She has gone to a happy home where she will 
 receive a rich reward of "Well done, good and faith- 
 ful servant: enter thou into the joy of thy lyord." 
 Her life was one of usefulness, and she has gone to 
 enjoy the fruits of a life spent in the service of her 
 Master. I feel very sorry for you, but, dear friend, 
 try to realize your loss is her gain, for where she is 
 there is no sickness, no sorrow, or death, and she will 
 be "forever with the lyord." With a great deal of 
 
 love, I am, 
 
 Very sincerely, 
 
 Mrs. I/. M. Shattuck. 
 
86 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 My Dear L. :—l have seen the notice of our friend's 
 death in the paper. I felt when I last saw Sister 
 Aurelia that the end was not far off, but I could not 
 help hoping that we should see her next summer. It 
 would not be right to wish her back again. Her 
 tranquil and righteous life, full of years and honors, 
 entitles her to rest. The world is a sweeter place 
 because she has lived in it. What better can be said 
 of anyone ? Please remember me sympathetically to 
 the family, and believe me to be your friend. 
 
 Maegarbt Dbland. 
 
 April 3, 1910. 
 My Dear Friends: — I am thinking of you all in 
 this, your great sorrow. I have not learned any of 
 the particulars pertaining to the death of dear 
 Aurelia, so do not know whether you were prepared 
 for her departure from your midst to a far more beau- 
 tiful, heavenly home or not. Even though we may 
 have warning of the critical condition of our friends, 
 I don't think that we are ever really prepared to 
 release them. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 87 
 
 I remember so well Sister Aurelia's sixtieth birth- 
 day. It happened that mother and I called to see her 
 on that day, and mother remarked that she wished 
 she were twenty years younger. Aurelia said, in her 
 sweet voice: "Yes, but I am going to live twenty 
 years longer." 
 
 Sister Aurelia, to my mind, stands forth as a most 
 saintly character, whose heart was filled with the 
 radiance of God's love, and was so much inspired by 
 faith and love that an invisible halo was always 
 about her. I consider it a rare privilege to have 
 known her. She must have influenced thousands 
 who came in touch with her during her long life of 
 activity. And as I have recalled the quotation, "How 
 hard it is to die. and not leave the world any better 
 for one's little life in it," I have thought how easy 
 it must have been for Sister Aurelia to bid farewell 
 to earthly possessions, for she accomplished so great 
 good while she tarried here. 
 
 Mother joins me in extending to you all our sin- 
 cerest sympathy, and our prayer is that He who has 
 taken your dear sister from you will comfort you 
 
 always. 
 
 Kllen H. Packard. 
 
88 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 Providence, R. I., April i, 1910. 
 
 Dear Friend: — Your card received this morning, 
 telling me of sister Aurelia's death, and words cannot 
 express my heartfelt sympathy for you all at the great 
 loss, for I realize a little how much you will all miss 
 her, both in companionship as well as labor. But we 
 must rejoice in thinking that her work is finished 
 and she has gone to a far world, where there will be 
 no more sickness, care or trouble, but where every- 
 thing is bright and beautiful, and the reward is wait- 
 ing for her who did so much in this world to make it 
 better for her having lived in it. 
 
 Even at the longest our lives are but a few passing 
 years, which are as nothing when they are passed, 
 and are only measured by our good deeds, and I 
 know sister Aurelia did good deeds all of her life and 
 will surely reap a harvest from them. 
 
 I wish I was near enough so I could have attended 
 her memorial service, for I would have liked to see 
 her once more. As it is now, I shall always remember 
 the sweet smile and gentle words which she always 
 gave me whenever I visited your home. 
 
 Sympathizing with you all for your great loss, I 
 
 remain, 
 
 Ivovingly yours, 
 
 M. A. BURDICK. 
 
in memoriam 89 
 
 Patejrson, Nbw Jbrsby. 
 
 Dear Sister Ada: — The news of Sister Aurelia's 
 death reached me through the papers before your let- 
 ter came, but I was pleased that you thought of writ- 
 ing to me, and I felt very grateful to you for telling 
 me about her last illness. How much you all will 
 miss dear Sister Aurelia, and so will we who expect 
 to go to Poland next summer. 
 
 I have her picture framed, standing on our table 
 where we gather to read in the evening. Many of 
 our friends, attracted by the noble face, have asked 
 whose photograph it was, and of course I have very 
 gladly explained. 
 
 Extending our kindest sympathy to the sorrowing 
 
 family, I remain, 
 
 Faithfully yours, 
 
 Mrs. Garrbt Hobart. 
 
 Pomona, California. 
 
 My dear Miss Ada Cummings: — I must write a few 
 
 lines and express my sorrow at the passing away 
 
 from this earth of our dear Sister Aurelia, whom one 
 
 only had to know to love. All of my life I have 
 
go IN MEMORIAM 
 
 known of "Sister Aurelia", and for many years have 
 loved her dearly, and it saddens me to think that I am 
 never to see her dear, bright face on this earth again. 
 In the losing of Sister Aurelia I can realize how 
 you must feel, as though you had lost your mother, 
 and to many of you the vacancy that her going made 
 will never be filled. It is a great loss to you all to 
 have this noble, kind, loving woman taken from your 
 home. 
 
 May God be very near to you sisters, in your great 
 sorrow, and may these few lines comfort you. 
 "O heart, sore tried, thou hast the best 
 That Heaven itself could give thee, — rest. 
 Not dead, not sleeping, 
 Not even gone, 
 But present still; 
 And waiting for the coming hour 
 Of God's sweet will." 
 With kind wishes for you all, 
 
 Your friend, 
 
 Martha Bray. 
 
 48 Rutledge Ave., Springfield, Mass. 
 Afy Dear Friend .-—Your letter bearing the sad 
 intelligence of dear Sister Aurelia's departure from 
 earth-life came to me not wholly unexpected, as I 
 
IN MBIMOEIAM 9 1 
 
 have known that she has been in failing health for 
 quite a while, and yet we are never quite ready to 
 say good-bye. 
 
 You, dear A., will miss her, for she seemed always 
 to rely on you, and has often spoken of your teaching 
 and how pleased she was with it. But how pleasant 
 the remembrance of her life. None could know her 
 but to love her, or name her but for praise. 
 
 I am glad it was my privilege to meet her at the 
 Islands, and it was a pleasure to talk with her. We 
 always were friends from the first meeting. She 
 gave me one of her books, "The Aletheia," and her 
 kind, interesting letters were read over many times. 
 
 As I write this to you I can almost feel her sweet 
 presence. Her work is finished here and she has 
 reached a fairer kingdom, and when we shall be 
 called from earth those dear ones we loved so dearly 
 here will be there to welcome us, and it will be a 
 happy reunion. 
 
 I am so glad you wrote to me, dear friend, or I 
 should not have known it. May God sustain you all 
 in losing the dear loving sister. I am, 
 Sincerely your friend, 
 
 Mary White Howard. 
 
92 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 My Dear Friends: — I most certainl}'^ sympathize 
 with all of you in the loss of Sister Aurelia. To 
 me it was a personal loss, for it is nearly twenty years 
 since I first knew her, and I learned to have the 
 greatest esteem for her. It was a pleasure indeed 
 for me to frequently meet her during my summer 
 stay at Poland Spring. I should be very happy if 
 I could feel that I am as well prepared as she for 
 the "Beautiful Beyond." Mj' kindest love and 
 regards, in which my family join, to you all. 
 Yours sincerely, 
 
 Francis Wood Carpenter. 
 
 My dear C: — I cannot tell you how our hearts 
 were saddened when your message reached us, say- 
 ing our dearly beloved friend had gone to the "other 
 home." 
 
 She had seemed like a mother to us ever since our 
 own mother left us. And her memory will always be 
 precious to us. It seems sweet to me to think of her 
 going home to the "Father's House" at this season of 
 the year. We do not know just what her work will be, 
 but we do know some blessed mission will be hers. 
 
 With love and sympathy from us all. 
 
 Fannie M. I,each. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 93 
 
 My dear C-— Thank you for sending me the word. 
 I know it tells of a joyous freedom for her, but it is 
 so hard to do without the precious physical presence, 
 however close the invisible part is still. The effort 
 to realize this nearness brings us a little more into 
 the consciousness of the unseen. 
 
 Please give our love and sympathy to all our dear 
 friends at your home. 
 
 Lovingly, 
 Mary Prince and Mary Stevens. 
 
 Dear L.: — We are all sorry to hear you have met 
 with such a severe loss, but your loss is Heaven'^ 
 gain. And she will never be forgotten, or her in- 
 fluence lost as long as those live who have met and 
 associated with her. I shall miss her sorely when I 
 come again, as she always met me with such cordiality 
 and courtesy it seemed love. Extend my love and 
 sympathy to all. 
 
 Ever truly, 
 
 Edith M. Bailey. 
 
94 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 By Pi,ORBNCE Hunt I,ibby. 
 
 Sister Aurelia G. Mace, aged seventy-five years, 
 almost a lifelong resident of the Shaker community 
 at Sabbathday Lake, passed away March 30th, after 
 a year of feeble health. For many years she was 
 a teacher in the community school, and in later years 
 she has written several books, the best known of 
 which is "The Aletheia," through which she sought 
 to make known to the world the truth and beauty of 
 faith. 
 
 When Poland Spring became known to the world, 
 it was not long before the many guests at this famous 
 hostelry learned of the Shaker neighbors and of their 
 beautiful handiwork, and no one came away from 
 Poland without making a call at the Shaker store, 
 where Sister Aurelia presided. In this way, thou- 
 sands of people the world over have become familiar 
 with her little home. Lovely in her personality, 
 with a mind of unusual culture and capacity, though 
 previous to that time her environments had been 
 somewhat limited, there was a charm in her presence 
 
IN MBMORIAM 95 
 
 that was felt by everyone who met her. One needed 
 but to glance at her sweet face to discover a soul at 
 peace with itself. No death among all others that 
 has taken place in our day has touched more deeply 
 the entire countryside than that of our friend 
 Aurelia, to whose memory we now record our sense 
 of loss and our sorrow at her death, and speaking 
 from a friendship dating from days of earliest child- 
 hood when she was a visitor at the home of our 
 grandmother. 
 
 Her life was an inspiration to everyone and her 
 noble heart ever gave of her strength and hope to 
 those around her. That which endeared her most to 
 those who knew her best was her thoughtful con- 
 sideration of others, her kindness and tenderness for 
 all who suffered and for all who were in distress. 
 The white stone of righteousness was her highest 
 ideal. The pleasures of life were more than compen- 
 sated in the peace and joy and the supreme content 
 which filled her very being. Wealth, which so many 
 strive to obtain, was found in the common wealth of 
 humanity, filling her great heart of love and gaining 
 for her treasures eternal. Fame, too, was hers, for 
 has she not made friends throughout the length and 
 breadth of the land, who will ever fondly cherish her 
 memory, and feel to say that the King's highway 
 
96 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 will be lonelier without her, for she no longer walks 
 with them. She had great respect for the religious 
 views of other people and never intruded upon the 
 rights of any who thought differently. Her own pen 
 has left on record these words: "I claim that there 
 are those now living in our order with whom my feet 
 have trod the quiet aisles of prayer, who by a close 
 walk with God have attained the Christ spirit, and 
 the same may be said of many not of this fold." 
 
 In the passing of Sister Aurelia no more fitting* 
 words can be written than her own thought which 
 was given expression in the death of a beloved mem- 
 ber of the society: "She has gone over to dwell in 
 the Paradise of God, the 'house not made with hands, 
 eternal in the heavens.' " Like a beautiful cloud she 
 moved from our sight, but the Comforter cometh. 
 Upon the wings of the morning are wafted these 
 words to the sorrowing ones: "Peace I leave with 
 you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world 
 giveth, give I unto you," and "Lo, I am with you 
 alway, even unto the end." Why should we mourn ? 
 Isn't she nearer to us than before, leading us in green 
 pastures, and beside the still waters ? Her pure and 
 refined spirit has become one with Christ, even as 
 Christ is one with the Heavenly and Eternal Father 
 and Mother. She will not be forgotten. In all time 
 
IN MBMORIAM 97 
 
 to come, among the most priceless treasures of the 
 society to which she gave her devoted love, through- 
 out a long life, will be the name of Aurelia G. Mace. 
 
 With the Shaker family private funerals, as a rule, 
 have been the custom, but this was an exceptional 
 case and her brothers and sisters felt that some con- 
 sideration was due to hei many friends in the world 
 outside, and the more intimate friends were given to 
 understand that their presence was desired. 
 
 Mr. and Mrs. Osgood were there in official capac- 
 ity, that being the request of the deceased. That 
 their work was appreciated is indicated in a letter 
 since received, saying, "their tenderness and respect 
 will be a lasting memory to us." Among other 
 friends present were Governor and Mrs. Fernald, Mr. 
 Hiram Ricker, Miss Ricker, Mrs. E. P. Ricker and 
 family. Miss Nettie Ricker and other members of the 
 family being detained by sickness. Hon. E. P. 
 Ricker, who was in New York, sent a bouquet of 
 the most beautiful calla lilies marked from "Brother 
 Edward. ' ' The choicest flowers seen for many a day 
 were arranged by loving hands, each touch seemingly 
 to be a part of the impressive and beautiful service. 
 The service was opened by Elder William Dumont, 
 head of the family at Sabbathday I^ake, followed by 
 singing. Then each one spoke as the spirit moved, 
 
98 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 read an appropriate poem, or sung. The quartette 
 sang, "Beautiful Isle of Somewhere." An original 
 poem was read by Rev. Eleanor B. Forbes, of Gray. 
 Just before the service closed. Elder Green, of the 
 Alfred family, called on Governor Fernald. His 
 words were very fitting and he expressed the feelings 
 and the sympathy of the friends outside the family. 
 
 "Dear heart that beat so warmly. 
 Your work forever stands, 
 And you have reached before us, 
 The blessed land of lands. 
 "The veil that swings between us, 
 'Tis parted with a breath; 
 So near we seem in presence 
 We dare not call it death." 
 
 — From Narragansett Sun. 
 
IN MEMORIAM 99 
 
 GOOD-NIGHT 
 
 ■'Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord. "—Rev. 14: 13. 
 
 Sleep on, beloved, sleep and take thy rest, 
 Lay down thy head upon thy Saviour's breast. 
 We love thee well, but Jesus loves thee best; — 
 
 Good-night. 
 
 Calm is thy slumber as an infant's sleep, 
 But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep. 
 Thine is a perfect rest — secure and deep — 
 
 Good-night. 
 
 Until the shadow from the earth is cast. 
 Until He gathers in His sheaves at last. 
 Until the twilight gloom be overpast — 
 
 Good-night. 
 
 Until the Easter glory lights the skies, 
 
 Until the dead in Jesus shall arise. 
 
 And He shall come, but not in lowly guise, — 
 
 Good-night. 
 
 Until made beautiful by love divine 
 Thou in the likeness of thy I<ord shall shine, 
 And he shall bring that golden crown of thine,— 
 
 Good-night. 
 
lOO IN MEMORIAM 
 
 Only "good-night," beloved, not farewell ! 
 A little while and all His saints shall dwell 
 In hallowed union, indivisible, — 
 
 Good-night. 
 
 Until we meet again before His throne. 
 Clothed in the spotless robes He gives His own. 
 Until we know, even as we are known, — 
 
 Good-night. 
 
 —Selected.