DEATH OF MRS. S.H. ALBRO
Died-In New York City, on Friday morning, January 5, 1883, Mrs. Rhoda C. Albro, wife of Prof. S.H. Albro, of Norwich, aged 44 years.
No recent death in our community has touched with sorrow so wide a circle of friends as has that of Mrs. Albro. During the five years she has been preceptress of the Academy, hundreds of our young people have been under her care and have learned to regard her as a personal friend. In our country, the teacher-not the priest-stands next to the mother in influence over a developing character. When our boys and girls are under a teacher like the one of whom we write, a Christan woman who was to them as a mother in her sympathy for their troubles and ambitions, we can safely trust them in her keeping.
Rhoda C. Albro, was the daughter of Rev. Mason B. Hopkins, and was born in Foster, Rhode Island, in 1838. She was educated in her native State and graduated from the Providence Conference Seminary at Greenwich. since that time the greater part of her life has been passed in teaching. At Southington, Conn., she taught two years.
In December 1866, she was married to Prof. S.H. Albro. After their marriage, Mrs. Albro taught with her husband some five years at Jamestown, N.Y., and one year at Forestville, N.Y., from which place they came to Norwich, where they have been associated as Preceptress and Superintendent of our schools since 1877.
After last summer's vacation her place in school was supplied for a week or two, because of an illness that was thought to be temporary. Her malady increased, until, as a last resort, her husband accompanied her to New York a few days since, with the hope that surgical skill might save her life. The life went out. Professor Albro, the motherless Allie, and the childless mother, it goes without saying, have the sympathy of all in their deep trouble.
The funeral services were held at the Baptist Church, Monday afternoon. The exercises were conducted by her pastor, Rev. H.A. Delano, assisted by Dr. Taylor, Rev. I.T. Walker, Rev. L.C. Hayes and Rev. G.S. Ricker. The large audience room was crowded. The middle of the church was occupied by the immediate friends of the deceased, the teachers of the public school and the pupils in the Academic and Preparatory Departments, who accompanied the procession from the residence on East Street to the church. As a part of the services, a tribute from her scholars was read by Rev. I.T. Walker, and one from the teachers, by Rec. Dr. Taylor.
The floral offerings were very fine. From the teachers came a beautiful cross surmounted by a white dove in the attitude of taking its flight. On either side of the cross was a floral pillow embroidered with the word, "Rest", a token of regard from her pupils, and a tablet in the form of a keystone on which "Hope" was written in the flowers, the gift of friends in Jamestown. At the head of the casket was a pillow of white stock, carnations and roses, with "Rest" lettered in blue, from Prof. Brown of Oxford.
At the close of the services the casket was borne by the members of the Board of Education to its resting place, where.
"The storm that wrecks the winter sky,
No more disturbs her calm repose,
Then summer evening's latest sigh,
That shuts the rose."
Somebody says of her, "Missed, but not lost."
The tributes from teachers and scholars were very touching and showed the deep love they felt for their lost associate and preceptress. They were as follows.
FROM THE PUPILS
"He giveth His beloved sleep."
To our loved teacher has come the prefect rest which is given only to faithful toilers in the Master's vineyard.
How tirelessly, patiently she daily wrought for Him, none so well as we, her pupils knew, or will we soon forget the gentleness and love, that ceased not when the evening task was ended, but followed us in the streets and to our homes, that strive with earthly wisdom to impart the Heavenly love which should fit us for the real life of the world beyond.
Tears we shed today for our loss, tears of sympathy for you, whose loss is greater than ours, but no tears for her whole life school is now "dismissed."
Remembering her teaching of faith and hope, we will look beyond the sadness to the glad time when we, too, may "enter into rest" and sitting with her at the feet of the Great Teacher, learn from Him that these life lessons which seem so hard, are given because His infinite wisdom and love knew what was best.
FROM THE TEACHERS
We come today to pay affection's last tribute to one who, though sleeping in death, will ever live in the hallowed chambers of our memory. We come not with formal resolutions but with words of our hearts. The words are those common to all people. The expressions are trite, but what we say, we feel.
We knew there was working with us a noble Christain woman, we did not know the period of her labors was to be marked by five brief years.
Always cheerful, always amiable, sympathetic, always thoughtful for others was Mrs. Albro. The trials and sorrows, the difficulties and discouragements that come so thickly to all in our profession were her lot also. She taught us patience by her patience. She taught us to attempt cheerfulness and unselfishness by her own cheerfulness and self-denial. Her hands held up the hands of all the weary ones among us, both teachers and scholars. If ever a selfish thought found birth in her heart no sign of it appeared. In all these things we were her pupils rather than her sister teacher. We never came into her presence without feeling the charm of her cheerful smile, her sweet voice and the clasp of her outstretched hand. We know not all the possibilities of the kernel of wheat until it falls into the ground and die. We know not all the fruits of the kernel until the reaper is through with his gathering.
To us her life and character were of the kindest and sweetest. The multitude of proofs of her goodness are our treasures. We would make them yours but cannot in our poor words. "Amiable, she won all intelligent, she charmed all, fervent, she loved all, and dead she saddens all."
We parted for our summer holidays. After her rest by the sea, we hoped to see her happy face with us again in school. We shall look for it now as she shall be resting in a land where there is no restless sea.
With our principal and with Allie, the ones who suffer as we cannot, we sympathize as deeply as those who have never known such sorrow. We know that no words of ours can lighten their loads, that "Their shred of thirst and murmuring and moans and cries unsatisfied we cannot own." "It is the old, old fashion death." But thank God, all who see it, for that older fashion yet of immortality."
"Shed not for her the bitter years,
Nor give the heart to vain regret.
'Tis but the casket that sparkles here,
The gem that filled it sparkles yet."
(Published in the Chenango Union Thursday, January 11, 1883)
Died-In New York City, on Friday morning, January 5, 1883, Mrs. Rhoda C. Albro, wife of Prof. S.H. Albro, of Norwich, aged 44 years.
No recent death in our community has touched with sorrow so wide a circle of friends as has that of Mrs. Albro. During the five years she has been preceptress of the Academy, hundreds of our young people have been under her care and have learned to regard her as a personal friend. In our country, the teacher-not the priest-stands next to the mother in influence over a developing character. When our boys and girls are under a teacher like the one of whom we write, a Christan woman who was to them as a mother in her sympathy for their troubles and ambitions, we can safely trust them in her keeping.
Rhoda C. Albro, was the daughter of Rev. Mason B. Hopkins, and was born in Foster, Rhode Island, in 1838. She was educated in her native State and graduated from the Providence Conference Seminary at Greenwich. since that time the greater part of her life has been passed in teaching. At Southington, Conn., she taught two years.
In December 1866, she was married to Prof. S.H. Albro. After their marriage, Mrs. Albro taught with her husband some five years at Jamestown, N.Y., and one year at Forestville, N.Y., from which place they came to Norwich, where they have been associated as Preceptress and Superintendent of our schools since 1877.
After last summer's vacation her place in school was supplied for a week or two, because of an illness that was thought to be temporary. Her malady increased, until, as a last resort, her husband accompanied her to New York a few days since, with the hope that surgical skill might save her life. The life went out. Professor Albro, the motherless Allie, and the childless mother, it goes without saying, have the sympathy of all in their deep trouble.
The funeral services were held at the Baptist Church, Monday afternoon. The exercises were conducted by her pastor, Rev. H.A. Delano, assisted by Dr. Taylor, Rev. I.T. Walker, Rev. L.C. Hayes and Rev. G.S. Ricker. The large audience room was crowded. The middle of the church was occupied by the immediate friends of the deceased, the teachers of the public school and the pupils in the Academic and Preparatory Departments, who accompanied the procession from the residence on East Street to the church. As a part of the services, a tribute from her scholars was read by Rev. I.T. Walker, and one from the teachers, by Rec. Dr. Taylor.
The floral offerings were very fine. From the teachers came a beautiful cross surmounted by a white dove in the attitude of taking its flight. On either side of the cross was a floral pillow embroidered with the word, "Rest", a token of regard from her pupils, and a tablet in the form of a keystone on which "Hope" was written in the flowers, the gift of friends in Jamestown. At the head of the casket was a pillow of white stock, carnations and roses, with "Rest" lettered in blue, from Prof. Brown of Oxford.
At the close of the services the casket was borne by the members of the Board of Education to its resting place, where.
"The storm that wrecks the winter sky,
No more disturbs her calm repose,
Then summer evening's latest sigh,
That shuts the rose."
Somebody says of her, "Missed, but not lost."
The tributes from teachers and scholars were very touching and showed the deep love they felt for their lost associate and preceptress. They were as follows.
FROM THE PUPILS
"He giveth His beloved sleep."
To our loved teacher has come the prefect rest which is given only to faithful toilers in the Master's vineyard.
How tirelessly, patiently she daily wrought for Him, none so well as we, her pupils knew, or will we soon forget the gentleness and love, that ceased not when the evening task was ended, but followed us in the streets and to our homes, that strive with earthly wisdom to impart the Heavenly love which should fit us for the real life of the world beyond.
Tears we shed today for our loss, tears of sympathy for you, whose loss is greater than ours, but no tears for her whole life school is now "dismissed."
Remembering her teaching of faith and hope, we will look beyond the sadness to the glad time when we, too, may "enter into rest" and sitting with her at the feet of the Great Teacher, learn from Him that these life lessons which seem so hard, are given because His infinite wisdom and love knew what was best.
FROM THE TEACHERS
We come today to pay affection's last tribute to one who, though sleeping in death, will ever live in the hallowed chambers of our memory. We come not with formal resolutions but with words of our hearts. The words are those common to all people. The expressions are trite, but what we say, we feel.
We knew there was working with us a noble Christain woman, we did not know the period of her labors was to be marked by five brief years.
Always cheerful, always amiable, sympathetic, always thoughtful for others was Mrs. Albro. The trials and sorrows, the difficulties and discouragements that come so thickly to all in our profession were her lot also. She taught us patience by her patience. She taught us to attempt cheerfulness and unselfishness by her own cheerfulness and self-denial. Her hands held up the hands of all the weary ones among us, both teachers and scholars. If ever a selfish thought found birth in her heart no sign of it appeared. In all these things we were her pupils rather than her sister teacher. We never came into her presence without feeling the charm of her cheerful smile, her sweet voice and the clasp of her outstretched hand. We know not all the possibilities of the kernel of wheat until it falls into the ground and die. We know not all the fruits of the kernel until the reaper is through with his gathering.
To us her life and character were of the kindest and sweetest. The multitude of proofs of her goodness are our treasures. We would make them yours but cannot in our poor words. "Amiable, she won all intelligent, she charmed all, fervent, she loved all, and dead she saddens all."
We parted for our summer holidays. After her rest by the sea, we hoped to see her happy face with us again in school. We shall look for it now as she shall be resting in a land where there is no restless sea.
With our principal and with Allie, the ones who suffer as we cannot, we sympathize as deeply as those who have never known such sorrow. We know that no words of ours can lighten their loads, that "Their shred of thirst and murmuring and moans and cries unsatisfied we cannot own." "It is the old, old fashion death." But thank God, all who see it, for that older fashion yet of immortality."
"Shed not for her the bitter years,
Nor give the heart to vain regret.
'Tis but the casket that sparkles here,
The gem that filled it sparkles yet."
(Published in the Chenango Union Thursday, January 11, 1883)
DEATH OF MRS. S.H. ALBRO
Died-In New York City, on Friday morning, January 5, 1883, Mrs. Rhoda C. Albro, wife of Prof. S.H. Albro, of Norwich, aged 44 years.
No recent death in our community has touched with sorrow so wide a circle of friends as has that of Mrs. Albro. During the five years she has been preceptress of the Academy, hundreds of our young people have been under her care and have learned to regard her as a personal friend. In our country, the teacher-not the priest-stands next to the mother in influence over a developing character. When our boys and girls are under a teacher like the one of whom we write, a Christan woman who was to them as a mother in her sympathy for their troubles and ambitions, we can safely trust them in her keeping.
Rhoda C. Albro, was the daughter of Rev. Mason B. Hopkins, and was born in Foster, Rhode Island, in 1838. She was educated in her native State and graduated from the Providence Conference Seminary at Greenwich. since that time the greater part of her life has been passed in teaching. At Southington, Conn., she taught two years.
In December 1866, she was married to Prof. S.H. Albro. After their marriage, Mrs. Albro taught with her husband some five years at Jamestown, N.Y., and one year at Forestville, N.Y., from which place they came to Norwich, where they have been associated as Preceptress and Superintendent of our schools since 1877.
After last summer's vacation her place in school was supplied for a week or two, because of an illness that was thought to be temporary. Her malady increased, until, as a last resort, her husband accompanied her to New York a few days since, with the hope that surgical skill might save her life. The life went out. Professor Albro, the motherless Allie, and the childless mother, it goes without saying, have the sympathy of all in their deep trouble.
The funeral services were held at the Baptist Church, Monday afternoon. The exercises were conducted by her pastor, Rev. H.A. Delano, assisted by Dr. Taylor, Rev. I.T. Walker, Rev. L.C. Hayes and Rev. G.S. Ricker. The large audience room was crowded. The middle of the church was occupied by the immediate friends of the deceased, the teachers of the public school and the pupils in the Academic and Preparatory Departments, who accompanied the procession from the residence on East Street to the church. As a part of the services, a tribute from her scholars was read by Rev. I.T. Walker, and one from the teachers, by Rec. Dr. Taylor.
The floral offerings were very fine. From the teachers came a beautiful cross surmounted by a white dove in the attitude of taking its flight. On either side of the cross was a floral pillow embroidered with the word, "Rest", a token of regard from her pupils, and a tablet in the form of a keystone on which "Hope" was written in the flowers, the gift of friends in Jamestown. At the head of the casket was a pillow of white stock, carnations and roses, with "Rest" lettered in blue, from Prof. Brown of Oxford.
At the close of the services the casket was borne by the members of the Board of Education to its resting place, where.
"The storm that wrecks the winter sky,
No more disturbs her calm repose,
Then summer evening's latest sigh,
That shuts the rose."
Somebody says of her, "Missed, but not lost."
The tributes from teachers and scholars were very touching and showed the deep love they felt for their lost associate and preceptress. They were as follows.
FROM THE PUPILS
"He giveth His beloved sleep."
To our loved teacher has come the prefect rest which is given only to faithful toilers in the Master's vineyard.
How tirelessly, patiently she daily wrought for Him, none so well as we, her pupils knew, or will we soon forget the gentleness and love, that ceased not when the evening task was ended, but followed us in the streets and to our homes, that strive with earthly wisdom to impart the Heavenly love which should fit us for the real life of the world beyond.
Tears we shed today for our loss, tears of sympathy for you, whose loss is greater than ours, but no tears for her whole life school is now "dismissed."
Remembering her teaching of faith and hope, we will look beyond the sadness to the glad time when we, too, may "enter into rest" and sitting with her at the feet of the Great Teacher, learn from Him that these life lessons which seem so hard, are given because His infinite wisdom and love knew what was best.
FROM THE TEACHERS
We come today to pay affection's last tribute to one who, though sleeping in death, will ever live in the hallowed chambers of our memory. We come not with formal resolutions but with words of our hearts. The words are those common to all people. The expressions are trite, but what we say, we feel.
We knew there was working with us a noble Christain woman, we did not know the period of her labors was to be marked by five brief years.
Always cheerful, always amiable, sympathetic, always thoughtful for others was Mrs. Albro. The trials and sorrows, the difficulties and discouragements that come so thickly to all in our profession were her lot also. She taught us patience by her patience. She taught us to attempt cheerfulness and unselfishness by her own cheerfulness and self-denial. Her hands held up the hands of all the weary ones among us, both teachers and scholars. If ever a selfish thought found birth in her heart no sign of it appeared. In all these things we were her pupils rather than her sister teacher. We never came into her presence without feeling the charm of her cheerful smile, her sweet voice and the clasp of her outstretched hand. We know not all the possibilities of the kernel of wheat until it falls into the ground and die. We know not all the fruits of the kernel until the reaper is through with his gathering.
To us her life and character were of the kindest and sweetest. The multitude of proofs of her goodness are our treasures. We would make them yours but cannot in our poor words. "Amiable, she won all intelligent, she charmed all, fervent, she loved all, and dead she saddens all."
We parted for our summer holidays. After her rest by the sea, we hoped to see her happy face with us again in school. We shall look for it now as she shall be resting in a land where there is no restless sea.
With our principal and with Allie, the ones who suffer as we cannot, we sympathize as deeply as those who have never known such sorrow. We know that no words of ours can lighten their loads, that "Their shred of thirst and murmuring and moans and cries unsatisfied we cannot own." "It is the old, old fashion death." But thank God, all who see it, for that older fashion yet of immortality."
"Shed not for her the bitter years,
Nor give the heart to vain regret.
'Tis but the casket that sparkles here,
The gem that filled it sparkles yet."
(Published in the Chenango Union Thursday, January 11, 1883)
Died-In New York City, on Friday morning, January 5, 1883, Mrs. Rhoda C. Albro, wife of Prof. S.H. Albro, of Norwich, aged 44 years.
No recent death in our community has touched with sorrow so wide a circle of friends as has that of Mrs. Albro. During the five years she has been preceptress of the Academy, hundreds of our young people have been under her care and have learned to regard her as a personal friend. In our country, the teacher-not the priest-stands next to the mother in influence over a developing character. When our boys and girls are under a teacher like the one of whom we write, a Christan woman who was to them as a mother in her sympathy for their troubles and ambitions, we can safely trust them in her keeping.
Rhoda C. Albro, was the daughter of Rev. Mason B. Hopkins, and was born in Foster, Rhode Island, in 1838. She was educated in her native State and graduated from the Providence Conference Seminary at Greenwich. since that time the greater part of her life has been passed in teaching. At Southington, Conn., she taught two years.
In December 1866, she was married to Prof. S.H. Albro. After their marriage, Mrs. Albro taught with her husband some five years at Jamestown, N.Y., and one year at Forestville, N.Y., from which place they came to Norwich, where they have been associated as Preceptress and Superintendent of our schools since 1877.
After last summer's vacation her place in school was supplied for a week or two, because of an illness that was thought to be temporary. Her malady increased, until, as a last resort, her husband accompanied her to New York a few days since, with the hope that surgical skill might save her life. The life went out. Professor Albro, the motherless Allie, and the childless mother, it goes without saying, have the sympathy of all in their deep trouble.
The funeral services were held at the Baptist Church, Monday afternoon. The exercises were conducted by her pastor, Rev. H.A. Delano, assisted by Dr. Taylor, Rev. I.T. Walker, Rev. L.C. Hayes and Rev. G.S. Ricker. The large audience room was crowded. The middle of the church was occupied by the immediate friends of the deceased, the teachers of the public school and the pupils in the Academic and Preparatory Departments, who accompanied the procession from the residence on East Street to the church. As a part of the services, a tribute from her scholars was read by Rev. I.T. Walker, and one from the teachers, by Rec. Dr. Taylor.
The floral offerings were very fine. From the teachers came a beautiful cross surmounted by a white dove in the attitude of taking its flight. On either side of the cross was a floral pillow embroidered with the word, "Rest", a token of regard from her pupils, and a tablet in the form of a keystone on which "Hope" was written in the flowers, the gift of friends in Jamestown. At the head of the casket was a pillow of white stock, carnations and roses, with "Rest" lettered in blue, from Prof. Brown of Oxford.
At the close of the services the casket was borne by the members of the Board of Education to its resting place, where.
"The storm that wrecks the winter sky,
No more disturbs her calm repose,
Then summer evening's latest sigh,
That shuts the rose."
Somebody says of her, "Missed, but not lost."
The tributes from teachers and scholars were very touching and showed the deep love they felt for their lost associate and preceptress. They were as follows.
FROM THE PUPILS
"He giveth His beloved sleep."
To our loved teacher has come the prefect rest which is given only to faithful toilers in the Master's vineyard.
How tirelessly, patiently she daily wrought for Him, none so well as we, her pupils knew, or will we soon forget the gentleness and love, that ceased not when the evening task was ended, but followed us in the streets and to our homes, that strive with earthly wisdom to impart the Heavenly love which should fit us for the real life of the world beyond.
Tears we shed today for our loss, tears of sympathy for you, whose loss is greater than ours, but no tears for her whole life school is now "dismissed."
Remembering her teaching of faith and hope, we will look beyond the sadness to the glad time when we, too, may "enter into rest" and sitting with her at the feet of the Great Teacher, learn from Him that these life lessons which seem so hard, are given because His infinite wisdom and love knew what was best.
FROM THE TEACHERS
We come today to pay affection's last tribute to one who, though sleeping in death, will ever live in the hallowed chambers of our memory. We come not with formal resolutions but with words of our hearts. The words are those common to all people. The expressions are trite, but what we say, we feel.
We knew there was working with us a noble Christain woman, we did not know the period of her labors was to be marked by five brief years.
Always cheerful, always amiable, sympathetic, always thoughtful for others was Mrs. Albro. The trials and sorrows, the difficulties and discouragements that come so thickly to all in our profession were her lot also. She taught us patience by her patience. She taught us to attempt cheerfulness and unselfishness by her own cheerfulness and self-denial. Her hands held up the hands of all the weary ones among us, both teachers and scholars. If ever a selfish thought found birth in her heart no sign of it appeared. In all these things we were her pupils rather than her sister teacher. We never came into her presence without feeling the charm of her cheerful smile, her sweet voice and the clasp of her outstretched hand. We know not all the possibilities of the kernel of wheat until it falls into the ground and die. We know not all the fruits of the kernel until the reaper is through with his gathering.
To us her life and character were of the kindest and sweetest. The multitude of proofs of her goodness are our treasures. We would make them yours but cannot in our poor words. "Amiable, she won all intelligent, she charmed all, fervent, she loved all, and dead she saddens all."
We parted for our summer holidays. After her rest by the sea, we hoped to see her happy face with us again in school. We shall look for it now as she shall be resting in a land where there is no restless sea.
With our principal and with Allie, the ones who suffer as we cannot, we sympathize as deeply as those who have never known such sorrow. We know that no words of ours can lighten their loads, that "Their shred of thirst and murmuring and moans and cries unsatisfied we cannot own." "It is the old, old fashion death." But thank God, all who see it, for that older fashion yet of immortality."
"Shed not for her the bitter years,
Nor give the heart to vain regret.
'Tis but the casket that sparkles here,
The gem that filled it sparkles yet."
(Published in the Chenango Union Thursday, January 11, 1883)
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