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Show Mrs, fioyle THE best of wives, the best df mothers, one of the truest of women, after a long life, worn out under the burdens of the years, Mrs. Royle on Saturday last passed on. In the coma preceeding dissolution, it is a sorrowful joy to think that in life's gloaming the light from the other shore began to warm in the further east, and that she saw waiting there the spirit of him whose life was incorporated with hers afar back when youth and first love made jubiliant their hearts and filled earth and sky with a radiance ineffable. in-effable. With her, life from the first was a sacred trust, a trust to her family and to the world, and so she undertook her work, and so carried it on that with her it mattered not when her call might come, her books were to perfectly balance. In joy, sorrow, amid privations and hardships and in ease and affluence, she was always the same. The light of her own home, the friend to all the world outside, she toiled on and on, at once an inspiration and a benediction to all around her. She toiled on until this life merged with the higher life and so came her transition. Soft be her sleep and loi comfort to those near her who are left, may the memory be ever present that before her translation every duty had been performed, so, naturally, came the everlasting peace which she had so abundantly earned. |