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The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown,
No traveller ever reached that blessed abode,
Who found not thorns and briers in his road.

But ills of every shape and every name,
Transformed to blessings, miss their cruel aim,
And every moments calm that soothes the breast
Is given as ernest of Eternal rest.

The removal by death of our
dear friend and valued member (of
the Home Interest) Beulah Thomas,
causes us a deep sense of personal
loss, and a blank not easily filled
in the society she loved so well.

In her fertile brain originated
the idea of this organization bringing together in this helpful
relation both wives and husbands;
And though in recent years she
was often presented for months