THE K I N G ’S BUS I NES S the sun had set and the evening star ap peared, her family and friends laid her away in Forest Lawn Cemetery. A brief hut most beautiful and impressive service was held, closing with the following verse sung softly by the assembled friends: “Sleep on, thou weary one, and take thy rest; And lay thy head upon the Savior’s breast. We love thee much, but Jesus loves thee best. Sleep on, sleep on, sleep on.” Tributes From Loving Friends “We all feel th a t Heaven has been brought a bit nearer and its ties made stronger by her departure to be with her Lord, whom she loved and served so faithfully« Many of us remember her jnany years’ of untiring devotion and service for the Lord as a mother to the Fishermen fellows, and now she' rests from her labors, and her works do fol low her.” “We think of how much ‘Mother’ Horton has gained to be in the glory and how we rejoice also to think of her life of devotion, of service, of hardship, of unselfishness and love for Him, and the work of the Gospel. How we envy her record and how glad we are to know what rich reward is awaiting her, up there. * * * Life is poorer without her, yet so much richer than before we knew her. She truly chose the best part— to live for Him, to serve Him in deep, true devotion, and to make her life count in the salvation of souls everywhere.” "Truly ‘Aunt Anna’ was a remarkable woman, and I cannot help but feel that she was an eye-witness to the scenes of today (the funeral services). X do not suppose, however, th a t it was worthy of mention compared to the demonstration Sunday evening when she entered the glory on the other side. I felt as though we were a t the very gates of
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Heaven today, and wish that we might all have gone in.” “I cannot refrain from telling you how much Mrs. Horton has meant to my life. Ever since my arrival in Los Angeles she has addressed me as ‘Sonny’ and on several occasions introduced me to strangers as ‘her son,’ much to their surprise. But I was her son and she was my mother in a way she little real- ied for her sweet ways were constantly reminding me of my own dear mother who went to be with the Lord some years ago. She was always saying a word of encouragement to me ju st at the time when I most needed it, although she may not have known it. No one will miss her more than I.” “It was indeed ‘Christ for her to live.’ His service was her ‘ruling passion,’ and now what must this gain of higher, un trammeled, all perfect service be to her, as she beholds the King in His beauty.” J1 4k PAY FOR THE PITCHERS Dr. Adam Clark was preaching to & large congregation in Ireland; and after dwelling in glowing terms upon the free ness of the gospel, and telling th a t the w a te r. of life could be had “without money, and w ithout price,” a t the con clusion of the sermon, a person an nounced th a t a collection would be made to support the gospel in foreign parts. This announcement disconcerted the preacher, who afterwards related the circumstance to the lady of the house where he was staying. “Very true, Doc tor,” replied the hostess: “ the water of life is free,— ‘without money, and with out price;’ but we must pay for pitchers JESUS CHRIST’S MAN When Dr. Judson went on his mis sionary journeys through the villages and jungles of the poor benighted Karens, he used to be called by the natives the “Jesus Christ’s man.” Can it be said of us?
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