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THE NORMAL RECORD. In Memoriam. isabelle bartlett. Born January 5, 1881. Died March 12, 1S99. IN a sunny little town, cooled by the breezes from the San Francisco Bay, our dear friend and schoolmate was born, eighteen, years ago. She was always as we knew her, qnick and bright, her spirit's little temple flitting here and there among the pleasures and duties of life like a humming bird among the flowers. Ever ready was she with her quick smile and generous heart to help those around her; loving with a warmth seldom seen, her family and her friends. Ever happy she appeared to cast the cares of life aside as unworthy to be noticed. Yet none was more faithful to his duties at home than she or more loyal to his school. We have another source to look to, for her bright happy life besides her generous, loving, ambitious personality, and that is her Christian faith. All the troubles that she so carefully hid from her companions she took to her Maker and laid them at His feet. In church, Endeavor, Sunday-school and Normal, she sought to know more of Him and to let her light so brightly shine that "Men might see her good works and glorify her Father which is in Heaven." Her oft repeated consecration was—"I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good thing, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to a human being, or any word that I can speak for Christ—let me do it NOW; let m) not neglect nor defer it, for I shall not pass this way again." Was this little verse of consecration that she so faithfully tried to' carry out, a prophecy that her life would be short, that when— " Standing with reluctant feet, where the brook and river meet. From the world of doubt and pain and pleasure, she would go to a land of eternal sunshine—the Heavenly land. If indeed this was a prophecy, it was fulfilled Sunday, March 12, 1899. As the church bells rang out their glad holy melody to the skies, the soul of our dear little friend was being carried through the blue, blue space between Heaven and earth. And now, though there will never be a Commencement week for dear little Isabelle on earth, it is the Commencement week of her eternity in Heaven, while we pay her our last tributes of tears and flowers. Is it not a source of joy to us, that all the mysteries of life and death, Heaven and earth, that we can scarcely begin to think about, are all known to her. We must not grieve that she is gone. He who gave the body as a temple for the spirit, can call that spirit to Himsilf again. He loved his Isabelle and called her to Him. We know not why. We must not question. We can only say, " It is well." And may we so live while we are here that when we are called, one by one to the mansions he is preparing for us too, we may be welcomed by our beautiful, sainted Isabelle to live with her in all eternity. L. W. LYMON O, The sad death of our friend and former schoolmate, Lyman O. Sampson, brings sadness to the hearts of all who knew him. He was one whose life was characterized by an earnestness of purpose, depth of thought and intensity of fellow feeling, seldom to be found in one aggravated by long years of bodily • suffering. He was keenly alive to all the vital questions of the day, both political, scientific and social. He will always be re- SAMPSON. membered by those who knew him as a young man of sterling worth and remarkable ability, and it is to be regretted that his sojourn with us should have failed to restore to him his lost health. His mission on earth, though completed,-will find its balm in the repose of heaven. His thread in the great loom of life, On earth so rudely riven, Is free henceforth from care and strife And finds sweet rest in heaven.
Object Description
Title | The Normal Record. March 1899 |
Original Date | 1899-03 |
Description | The Record. Published by the Associated Students of Chico State College. |
Creator | Chico State College |
Location of Original | Archives |
Call Number | LD723 C57 |
Digital Collection | The Record: Chico State Yearbook Collection |
Digital Repository | Meriam Library, California State University, Chico. |
Description-Abstract | The Record served as both a student magazine and a commencement program for Chico Normal School. In the year 1899, it was published almost monthly. |
Date Digital | 2013 |
Language | eng |
Rights | For information on the use of the images in this collection contact the Special Collections Department at 530.898-6342 or email: specialcollections@csuchico.edu |
Format | image/tiff |
Filename | index.cpd |
Description
Title | 1899_03_NormalRecord.013 |
Original Date | 1899-03 |
OCR- Transcript | THE NORMAL RECORD. In Memoriam. isabelle bartlett. Born January 5, 1881. Died March 12, 1S99. IN a sunny little town, cooled by the breezes from the San Francisco Bay, our dear friend and schoolmate was born, eighteen, years ago. She was always as we knew her, qnick and bright, her spirit's little temple flitting here and there among the pleasures and duties of life like a humming bird among the flowers. Ever ready was she with her quick smile and generous heart to help those around her; loving with a warmth seldom seen, her family and her friends. Ever happy she appeared to cast the cares of life aside as unworthy to be noticed. Yet none was more faithful to his duties at home than she or more loyal to his school. We have another source to look to, for her bright happy life besides her generous, loving, ambitious personality, and that is her Christian faith. All the troubles that she so carefully hid from her companions she took to her Maker and laid them at His feet. In church, Endeavor, Sunday-school and Normal, she sought to know more of Him and to let her light so brightly shine that "Men might see her good works and glorify her Father which is in Heaven." Her oft repeated consecration was—"I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good thing, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to a human being, or any word that I can speak for Christ—let me do it NOW; let m) not neglect nor defer it, for I shall not pass this way again." Was this little verse of consecration that she so faithfully tried to' carry out, a prophecy that her life would be short, that when— " Standing with reluctant feet, where the brook and river meet. From the world of doubt and pain and pleasure, she would go to a land of eternal sunshine—the Heavenly land. If indeed this was a prophecy, it was fulfilled Sunday, March 12, 1899. As the church bells rang out their glad holy melody to the skies, the soul of our dear little friend was being carried through the blue, blue space between Heaven and earth. And now, though there will never be a Commencement week for dear little Isabelle on earth, it is the Commencement week of her eternity in Heaven, while we pay her our last tributes of tears and flowers. Is it not a source of joy to us, that all the mysteries of life and death, Heaven and earth, that we can scarcely begin to think about, are all known to her. We must not grieve that she is gone. He who gave the body as a temple for the spirit, can call that spirit to Himsilf again. He loved his Isabelle and called her to Him. We know not why. We must not question. We can only say, " It is well." And may we so live while we are here that when we are called, one by one to the mansions he is preparing for us too, we may be welcomed by our beautiful, sainted Isabelle to live with her in all eternity. L. W. LYMON O, The sad death of our friend and former schoolmate, Lyman O. Sampson, brings sadness to the hearts of all who knew him. He was one whose life was characterized by an earnestness of purpose, depth of thought and intensity of fellow feeling, seldom to be found in one aggravated by long years of bodily • suffering. He was keenly alive to all the vital questions of the day, both political, scientific and social. He will always be re- SAMPSON. membered by those who knew him as a young man of sterling worth and remarkable ability, and it is to be regretted that his sojourn with us should have failed to restore to him his lost health. His mission on earth, though completed,-will find its balm in the repose of heaven. His thread in the great loom of life, On earth so rudely riven, Is free henceforth from care and strife And finds sweet rest in heaven. |