Our mother, around whose mortal remains we have gathered was born at Leesburg, Tuscarawa (now Carroll) county, Ohio, October 15th, 1816; was marriedto her surviving husband, John T. Hague, at the same place, Sept. 26, 1833, and passed to her final rest at Napoleon, Ohio, March 17, 1881. This is a cold, unimpassioned statement in the fewest possible words, of the three principal epochs in a human life--birth, marriage, death. But to those of her children who survive, who have watched and studied the growth and development of her beautiful character through all the changing vicissitudes of more than forty years of sunshine and shadow, her life which has just closed so peacefully speaks volumes worthy of lasting remembrance and of the closest imitation. Mother had more of the sorrows of life than usually fall to the share of suffering humanity. Her affections were ardent, and the loss of relatives, and especially of her children by death, and of their enforced absence from her while living, caused her tlhe most poignant grief. Five of her twelve children preceded her to the land of shadows, and in the loss of each one she seemed to get a foretaste of the bitterness of death. But by a beautiful arrangement of a kind Providence all griefs, however bitter, have their compensation. Mother found hers for the loss of her lovedones here, In a perfectly satisfying faith, given by her religion, that every child buried out of her sight in this world was but the transplanting of a human soul intothe Garden of the Immortals, and that they were all gathered by the river to welcome her to her final home beyond the grave. For many years our beloved mother had not a particle of the fear of death. She had the most abiding faith in her own immortality and that she was only a sojourner in this world, her whole pilgrimage here being but a preparation for life in the world to come. Hannah Moore, whom she greatly admired, expressed her sentiments in this regard exactly, in the lines:

"The soul on earth is an immortal guest,
Compelled to starve at an unreal feast;
A spark which upward tends by nature's force;
A stream diverted from its parent source,
A drop disserved from the boundless sea.
A moment parted from eternity;
A pilgrim panting for the rest to come;
An exile anxious for his native home."

Mother connected herself with the M. E. Church, more than fifty years ago, and to the day of her death was a constant attendant upon all its prescribed means of grace, never failing in the performance of every duty which its ordinances required. She was never given to a demonstrative display of religious fervor, nor did she condemn, by look, or word, the largest freedom exercised by others in that respect. She was, in the broadest possible sense, a humble, faithful, devout Christian, wife and mother. We believe that the Angels are rejoicing today by the accession to their happy throng the spirit of our dear departed mother, who has washed her robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. If we who are condemned to linger yet a little while longer in this vale of tears, without the light of her dear smile and kindly greeting, can by this dispensation be made fitter for our Father's use, her death following such a life will not have been in vain.

The above was read at the funeral of sister Hague, and by her pastor offered to the publishers.

Sister Hague for half a century followed her Savior, and while her life amply evidenced the fact, it was made still more plain by her peaceful death.

Sister Hague will be greatly missed by her neighbors and members of the church; but most of all by her seven surviving children and greatly bereaved husband. Brother Hague feels deeply his loss, but possessing a firm faith in God he looks forward to the time when he shall be gathered home, and the redeemed with robes washed white, securely stand on heaven's land where no parting words are said. To the hope of the gospel, by the grace of God are you committed.