The Republic Columbus, Indiana Monday, February 6, 1882 Page 4 OBITUARY DIED-At her residence near Hartsville, Jan. 22, Mrs. Susan Robbins, wife of Wesley M. Robbins. Her remains were interred in the Hartsville cemetery, the funeral service being conducted in the M.E. church of the same place, by Rev. A. Murphy, of Hope. No higher tribute of respect could be paid to the memory of anyone than was presented in the words of the pastor; -"She was a good woman." Truly it may be said of her, she was faithful in all the relations of life; as a wife, as a mother, as a friend; as a christian, she lived prepared to die, so that "Death when he bore her from the arms of her husband, could only transport her to the bosom of her God." The heavy burdens God had placed upon her she bore with meekness and patience; the work he assigned her to do was well done, as that prompted by love, ever is. Her lot in life was fraught with more than an ordinary amount of suffering, not of the kind which is caused by physical or bodily pain, but that which comes from the breaking of tender ties. The sickness and death of loved ones whom it seems were hers to enjoy, only for a little time; disease came to the darlings of her household, and the days and nights were given up in anxious watching, standing between her children and the grave, striving, as it were, to hold the door against the angel outside, who was knocking and waiting to come in. Six times was the mother called to pass through this ordeal and each time was her watchful care and aiding hand so linked with the angel's, that the freed spirit never knew when earth was left behind and Heaven won. To us who looked on, it seemed that her cup of sorrow must then have been full to overflowing; but another drop was added; for, one year ago, a lovely little daughter was stricken down with a paralytic disease, and has ever since lain in a helpless and painful condition. For weeks and months the mother watched and waited daily expecting to hear the tread of the messenger who had so often crossed her threshold, putting away all thoughts of herself, she gave her time to the sick-room with unwearied care and attention, until after a time exhausted nature gave way, and day by day her cheek grew paler, the knock of the angel became more distinct, but this time his mission was not to tear away from it's mother's bosom the little one, but to release from the weary and worn body the faithful watcher. Very gently did he do his work, and a few hours before when I saw the peaceful expression of her countenance, as she listened to the comforting words of her old friend and former pastor, Rev. J.P. Pell, I said in my heart "It is well with her." I know that she fully realized Heaven's nearness and her Savior's preciousness, and though she has passed through the inner door of the Father's beautiful mansion she is still waiting0waiting again for the angel holding the door ajar it may be with joyous expectancy, for now he will bear to instead of from her, one more of her heart's treasures. How precious, in our days of darkness, are the revelations of Jesus to whom we have but to turn to learn to look upon God as a Father with all, a Father's compassion and love; well would it be for us if the death of each of those we have forced from us an intense cry toward the infinite. We sit in our gloom missing the dear presence borne away; we struggle with our anguish and keep our eyes to earth, when, if we would concentrate all the energies of our grief in one cry for help and peace, the answer would soon come and we should have such a vision of the spiritual world, that this world would lose half of its mystery and seem as glorious as a vestibule of the other; outstretch our wings of faith as far as we can there is still mystery enough. There are so many things we would like to know, but enough has been revealed to assure us, that in the immortal world we shall have all the good things we can possibly enjoy. We shall know each other there. "We shall know even as we are known;" and we feel like saying to the remaining members of Mrs. Robbins' family that, whether the years of your separation from her be many or few, when the final meeting comes she will be to you a more real presence than ever before. There shall be no sorrow there, here it comes full often and its wail is borne upon the wings of every passing wind there shall be no sickness there, this frail body, which pain so often racks with power enough to make life a burden, shall be exchanged for the Heavenly body which is spiritual and free from pain, there shall be no death there. Where in this work he conquers all and reigns triumphant; There, there are no parting scenes, no parents weeping for the loss of their children, there are no childless mothers there, nor is that blessed land wet with the tears of orphans, and all through the Heavenly plain rolls the anthem-"Oh, Grave," where is thy victory, "Oh, Death! where is thy sting." But the grave is silent, and death is not there to answer. Such is the glorious prospect open before us by the Gospel of our Savior. Mrs. D. Roope, Hope, Ind.