Obituaries | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 6, 1900

Obituaries.

“I am the resurrection and the life.”—Jesus.

OLSON.—Died of cancer at Lapeer, Mich., Nov. 30, 1899, Mrs. Mary Estelle Olson, aged 42 years, 10 months, 2 days. Sermon was given by the writer. W. H. Falconer.

WARNICK.—Fell asleep Dec. 24, 1899, at Chattanooga, Tenn., Edith May, daughter of F. G. and L. J. Warnick, aged 6 years, 5 months, 11 days. Words of comfort were spoken by the writer. Geo. W. Wells.

AITKIN.—Died at Severy, Kan., Jan. 19, 1900, of heart-disease, Sister Elizabeth Aitkin, aged 63 years, 3 months, 25 days. In the fall of 1875 she accepted in full the blessed hope which strengthened her to endure with much patience her great suffering. Discourse was given by the writer, from 2 Thess. 4:18. W. W. Stebbins.

BRIGGS.—At Macalester Park, St. Paul, Minn., Sabbath, Dec. 16, 1899, at 1 P. M., occurred the death of James P. Briggs, aged 72 years, 9 months. Mr. Briggs was a firm believer in the truth, and kept the Sabbath faithfully for some time. He longed for the end, and the crown of glory which will be his. Words of comfort and consolation were spoken by Elders H. F. Phelps and W. A. Sweaney. *

MORANG.—My dear mother, Jane M. Morang, died in Brunswick, Me., Dec. 25, 1899. Mother was born Jan. 20, 1820, in Bowdoinham, Me., and was, therefore, at the time of her death within a few days of 80 years of age. She was remarkably well preserved until taken by pneumonia three days before her death. Although dead, mother speaks, and her early precepts still resound in my ears. Her integrity of purpose and firmness to principle are also voices that tell not only the history of her life, but remind others of the value of these principles in their own experience. Mother was a Sabbath-keeper for thirty-five years, having received the truth at a tent-meeting held in Topsham, Me., by Elders Loughborough and Cornell, in 1864. The funeral services were conducted by Elder P. B. Osborne, of the Maine Conference. J. O. Corliss.

The large influx of tourist travel from the United States that made its way up into that beau ideal region reached by the Grand Trunk Railway, and known as “The Highlands of Ontario,” has brought a constant stream of letters to the general offices at Montreal, since the tourist season closed, all of which speak in words of praise of the magnificent country that Canada possesses, and which is becoming so well known to the travelling public through the efforts of the Grand Trunk in advertising these northern districts by means of a generous distribution of literature, and the display of large photographic reproductions showing the country in a realistic and true way. One Chicago lady who took the trip through the Muskoka Lakes and Lake of Bays, and down the Magnetawan River, thence through the Thirty Thousand Islands of the Georgian Bay, speaks in glowing terms of the delights and beauties of this—one of Nature’s pleasure grounds.

In a letter addressed to Mr. W. E. Davis, general passenger agent, she says: “We followed the directions you gave us during the entire trip. Our tickets were given honor, and the most courteous attention was shown to us along the Grand Trunk in every respect. We feel greatly indebted to you for the door you so kindly opened to us, disclosing Canada’s wonderful stronghold of beautiful scenes that beggar description. I can not yet, here in the city, pass the Chicago office of the Grand Trunk Railway without feeling a thrill; and again there is brought before me the haze-covered islands, and blue waters of beautiful Muskoka. I hear the plash of oars, and see girls in summer attire stepping into birch canoes, calling from landing to landing in the gloaming; I feel a swift rush of strong air upon my face, and I am climbing the heights of some wild promontory on the Lake of Bays, or, swinging from a wide-armed chair from the deck of the ‘Wenonah,’ I watch the stirring of the lily pads, first on one side and then on the other of the winding Magnetawan; or suddenly I am transported to the broad piazza of the Belvidere, at Parry Sound, and the sun, a globe of fire, is dropping into Georgian Bay, and the sky, and the waters, and wooded islands are dyed by it; and into the glory the white sails of a yacht slip noiselessly, and then disappear.

“There are no words to picture the wonderful fairy-like region that stretches from Muskoka wharf to the Magnetawan River, and is circled by the Georgian Bay with its wooded islands. And he who enters this region will pass out of it wonderfully silent, but he knows to a certainty where the next summer will find him.”

Thousands in Canada have no idea of the wealth of beautiful scenery which their own country contains, and a trip on the magnificent, island-dotted lakes of Muskoka, a sail on the beautiful Lake of Bays, or a day spent on the Magnetawan River, would touch that artistic sense which Nature’s beauties awake in the soul of man.