IN MEMORIAM.

White Ribbon, Volume 31, Issue 367, 18 January 1926, Page 5

IN MEMORIAM.

\|lts FIXARENtIC WHIN(*>I\ GKFY TOWN. ... In the (‘losing days of 192fi the death angel visited our midst, and the sou! of Mrs Whinoop, known to so many White Rdihonera up and down the North bland, went home to God. i'oraing to Greytown some It yearftlo, ami finding no branch of the \V.(\ T l\, she linked up with the Mrstertoi. I’nion, which entailed much time ami expense going hack ward and fonvartl I>> train. After a time she made an effort to get a branch in Greytown. and wrote to Miss Cowell, offering hospitality for a fortnight or three weeks if she would pome and organise a branch here. This offer was accepted, anti the two lattoured together, and the local branch opened in due time, with a membership of 22, with Mrs Wli in cop as its firs* President, and the late Mrs Hanks as Secretary. From that time on till life's close her love for and interest in the I’nion hrs not abated. Was it not fitting that a beautiful wreath, tied with our white how, representing the W.0.T.1’.. should have n place of honour on the coffin ere her body was lowered into its last resting place?

Prior to the last election, although suffering great pain of laxly, her on • h >,*e was tbit sh" vould be spared f o r* cord her vote, and her wish was granted. Our President's car brought h»*»* to the booth, and the haml that she, n d we all knew would soon he cold in d.ath, struck its last blow at the drink tiattic. A few weeks ago the writer asked had she any message for the I’nion? Her reply was. “Give the members my love, and tell them to keep P aying and working till the victoix . v w on.” Perhaps someone may read this me s ge whose love for the cause has grown cold, whose hand has loosened on the sword hilt, whose courage has oozed, and who today are sitting Kick while the faithful few keep the flag of liberty and freedom flying. Will yo_ nnt. my sister, take a fresh grasp of the sword? Will you onee again take youPlace In the forefront of the lint tic 7 an 1 like our dear sister who has passed on.

pray and work till the dose of the day, r< membering the gift of eternal life is to those who endure to the end. “So shall it lie a last in that bright morning. When the soul wnketh and life’.shadows flee; Oh. in that hour, fairer thin daylight dawning. Shall rise the g lorious thought 1 am with Thee.”