LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS AT URBANA-CHAMPAICN B C3G /0 H.£. /^(Sz^ tSZ^" -* ^September Z f 1&45* £durard (Theodore (TusHing Kpril 6,1303. jHemortal Mortis MEMORIAL WORDS Spoken by his Pastor, the Reverend Joseph A. Milburn, Plymouth Congregational Church, Chicago, 111., April 9th, 1909. Among the mitigations of the deep sorrow incident to death, there is none so immediate and so assuaging as the consciousness that the one we have loved, and who has gone forth to larger worlds, has lived a true and worthy life. This consolation is the portion of everyone who loved Mr. Cushing. He has lived many years in our midst, he has fulfilled his part in the business world, in his social environment, in the church, and in the home, and in all these various relations of life he has revealed a rare manhood and nobility of character. It is a difficult thing to measure the power, the prowess, and the moral significance of a human life. Personality is elusive. Man is always more than the sum of his qualities, and the greatest and best things about him are mysteries that will not go into a formula. And so all that we can do at such a moment as this is to isolate certain characteristics, certain elements and factors of worth in the one we love, and dwell upon them with affec- tionate memory. [5] The first thing that impressed me in Mr. Cushing, and that impression has been con- firmed again and again through the years of my knowledge of him, was the note of sincerity in his character. He was a man of undiminished integrity and honesty. His every word was valid. His way was one of perfect straightfor- wardness and openness. It was impossible to think of anything subterranean or furtive in connection with Mr. Cushing. The very thought of him was inevitably associated with the thought of honor, truth and fair dealing. Again, Mr. Cushing was a man of an exceptionally well vertebrated conscience — a conscience of a type that is fast passing away from the face of the earth. His moral struc- ture was one not at all familiar to me through personal experience, because my own con- ception of life was in some respects quite different from his. My conception of life has for its constituent elements, in a very large measure, the motives of joy and of radiancy, and of self-expression and self-fulfillment through the pleasures and the delights of the day and the hour. With Mr. Cushing, life was at every moment a serious thing. He was a Puritan. He was a stoic. In his moral system [6] and in his life, pleasure was inexorably sub- ordinated to the mandates of duty — "Duty, stern daughter of the voice of God." He never considered his own ease or comfort first, but always first his duty, his duty to his business, the church, the home, the world. I suppose deep in his heart he carried a mild contempt for a life that found its satisfactions in luxury, pleasure seeking and indolence. And yet, with all this austerity of moral temperament, our dear and true friend was most considerate and thoughtful of others. Deep underneath the surface of his rather severe manner, there beat a heart that was full of tenderness and rich with love. He had a most sensitive social imagina- tion. He felt with and for others in their troubles, their burdens and their sorrows. He fulfilled with beautiful literalness Christ's injunction to visit the sick, and to give a cup of water to the one who is athirst. And he observed no social lines in his ministrations to the weak, the sick, the frail and the dependent. Everyone who was in need commanded his time, his sympathy, and his devotion. I spoke a moment ago of Mr. Cushing's austerity, and yet in his last days he revealed a note of sweet dependency in his manner that [7] I never suspected, and that was altogether beautiful. He always seemed to me a man almost detached from the lighter emotions and the minor affections that play so large a part in the life of the average man or woman. He seemed to find his supreme satisfaction in the consciousness of duty done, and it never occurred to me that there was a craving in his heart for tender words, or a yearning for manifested love. But when I called upon him in the days of his last illness, this love-note that lay so deep in his heart that it was hidden from observation, came forth into the light of day, and I saw in him not only the tempera- ment of the stoic's great patience to bear and to endure, but also the temperament of the lover, of the one who longs for, and who longs with an intense passion, for reciprocity of affec- tion, and for uttered devotion. He said to me one day when very near the end, "Hold my hand, Oh, hold my hand," and as he spoke there was an unutterable pathos in his voice and an infinite hunger of love in his eye. I should like to say a few words about Mr. Cushing in his relation to the church, for that was the world in which I saw most of him, and in which I knew him best, and to know him [8] there was to honor and revere him. He was a born church man, and he was endowed to a very rare degree with the ecclesiastical talent — a talent that we find not often largely developed in the Protestant church. The Roman Catholic is born into the church. The church passion is cultivated from the first moment of conscious life in the Catholic child, and is an integral part of the nature and character of every true and conscientious Roman Catholic. But the Protestants I have known, with a few exceptions, seem to have been deficient in this beautiful gift. Mr. Cushing was one of these exceptions. The church was a great factor in his life. He loved it, he prayed for it, he served it, he lived bravely and manfully in the light it shed upon him, and he died sweetly in the hope of immortality, which is the greatest and rarest gift that the church of Christ confers upon its own elect. Mr. Cushing was possessed of a faith of absolute simplicity. He knew nothing of the doubts that bewilder and perplex so many minds and hearts in these latter days. He stood firmly and securely on the Word of God. It was his norm of duty. It was a light unto his path and a lamp unto his feet. It was his [9] supreme and ultimate authority in things of faith and practice. He believed in Jesus Christ with a belief that knew no variableness nor shadow of turning. He believed in Jesus Christ and His divinity without the slightest diminu- tion of doubt. Christ was his way, his truth, his life, his Savior, his visible, manifest God. And secure in his belief, perfectly secure, modern criticism of the Bible and of Christ no more moved the stability of his faith than the buffeting of the waves of the sea move the rock that the plastic arms of the sea encircle. His religion to him was a reality as deep as his life. It was interwoven with his thought. It was interfused with the blood of his heart. It was not a garment that he wore about him. It was not a veneer to conceal crudities and roughnesses and imperfections slightly beneath the surface. It was not an externality. It was not a mien. It was not a deportment. His faith was incorporate with his very soul. It was his essence. It was his life. It was the hue, complexion and substance of his personality. In his belief he was conservative, and yet there existed in him a combination of qualities hard to find within the boundaries of the church, the combination of a conservative, [10] retroactive belief, with a large spirit of toler- ance. I know I must have wounded Mr. Gushing again and again in my utterances from the pulpit, because he and I belonged to two different schools of thought. His theology was not my theology, and his creed was not my creed, except in the matter of essentials and fundamentals, and there we were wholly and entirely one. And yet never once during my ministrations in Plymouth Church did he ever come to me with a criticism upon his lips, never once did he challenge my right to utter my personal interpretation of the truth in Christ as I behold it. He was a just man, just as all sincere men are just. He insisted upon the right to think for himself. He insisted upon his right to determine his own creed, to have his own point of view, and he was willing to concede the same right to others ; and, as the world goes, that is very rare and unusual, also very noble and beautiful. Mr. Cushing gave with a large and liberal hand to the church. He gave with princely lavishness to the City Missionary enterprise of the Congregational Church of Chicago. And he was always ready — more than ready — to [ii] bear his share in all the obligations of Plymouth Church, which through so many years he served so faithfully and loved so devotedly. Among his last pathetic words were these, "Tell my friends that I have done my best to help Plymouth Church, but I have made many mistakes — -many mistakes." And indeed he did his best to help Plymouth Church, and his help has been and is appre- ciated, and he will be missed in Plymouth Church very greatly, for we all honor him, we all love him here. Well, his work is done, his task is finished. He has fought a good fight. Let us not regret that he has gone. He has reached the haven. He has attained the rest that he has been seeking in his prayers, and in his faith through all these years. His weary, tired body has gone back to the earth, and what a blessed, beautiful thing it is that these bodies of ours, when they become rebellious and inadequate, can go back to the earth again, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust. Death is a very lovely friend of the weary and the tired. His body sleeps, to be disturbed no more. But he, the Edward Gushing, whom we all esteemed and loved, has gone forth to greater things. He has come [12] through the mystery of death into the possession of that patrimony that is the portion of every child of God. He has come into the inheritance of the children of the Light. His spirit, clothed in a body ethereal, luminous and incorruptible, is now expatiating in larger empires and more glorious spheres. "For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have cross't the bar." He has crossed the bar and he has seen his Pilot face to face. MEMORIAL WORDS Spoken by His Friend, the Reverend Joseph A. Vance, April 9th, 1909. "John 14: 1-4 — Let not your heart be troubled; ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so I would have told you; I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know." And yet when Jesus comes for us, or those we love, the going is never easy. It ought not to be "A wrench To leave our wooden bench." We ought "With a glad shout Run home when school is out," but few of us can do it. " Tis hard to part when friends are dear." But we must not forget today that we are Christians, and we must not feel nor talk to each other as if we were Pagans. Our friend has passed on before we wanted him to go. His age was not quite full; yet God has brought him to the end in peace, and he has come to his grave in a ripe manhood, "like as a shock of corn cometh in, in his season." When [15] the wheat is golden for the harvest, who would not put in the sickle? When the leaf turns red and gold, the autumn is on, and it is the hour to sing "Harvest Home." Our arms are left empty, but the one we love drops his "out- grown shell by life's unresting sea," and it is an hour for us to lose our sorrow in his great joy. Two thoughts are uppermost as we gather here to pay a tribute of love to our dear friend. The winsome things in life are very different to us when we view it from the threshold of youth and when we look back on it from the days of ripening age. In youth time we are self-assertive and eager for admiration. If we covet men's esteem, it is rather that they should esteem our gifts or genius than that they should esteem us. But at the other end of life we think less of admiration, and crave the love of men. Some men seem born for admira- tion. Their proneness to the spectacular begets flattery from others, which in turn begets egotism in them; and these men come to the end of life with its plans and deeds lying in ruins about them, as a spoiled child is sur- rounded by its broken toys. But other men seem born to be loved. Life's struggles for them may not bring always [16] spectacular successes, but they grow true friendships all along life's way, and loving ministrations from many friends make old age for them the happiest hours of earth and a fore- taste of heaven. Mr. Cushing was a man of this latter type. Gifted in many ways, with rare qualities of mind and heart, strong and assertive for what was true and right, he was so thoroughly kind and courteous, so sane in judgment and so tender in sympathies, that men could not help loving him. As we talk about it today we are glad that he knew it before he passed on. The other thought has to do with the ministry of pain in the formation of our characters. We belong to a generation that seeks to ignore its pain. We try to persuade ourselves it is not there, or failing this, we try to hide it from the sight of our fellow men, and let it have no influence on us. But suffering is not only real, it is to be made a ministering influence from God Himself in the formation of our characters. There are qualities of mind and heart, and these among the finest and divinest which the human can develop, which are begotten only by continuous suffering, sub- missively and patiently borne as a touch of the [17] hand of God. So it was in the life of that man long ago whose bodily ailment, which he had to carry throughout his life, became for him the daily hurt of "a thorn in his flesh," and who of us can doubt that much of what we love so dearly in the character of this man was born of the ministry of pain in his life during the past twenty years. For the qualities thus begotten are rare and do not come otherwise. Courtesy and consideration for others, kindness and tender sympathy, patience and heroic fortitude, self control and serious pur- pose, unselfish solicitude for others, and loving sacrifice for others, we cherish these as some of the fine qualities of this dear friend ; but he, like the Savior whom we loved and trusted, became perfect by what he suffered. We are glad his end was easy and peaceful. We loved him dearly, and we are so happy that he loved us. It is hard to let him slip away; but through death's doorway, he has stepped into the great, glad life beyond. We shall bide awhile in our places, and then pass on to meet him, in a land from which sorrow and sighing have fled away, and where there shall be no more pain. [18] Jflemorial ikrtrices; MEMORIAL SERVICES At Plymouth Church, Chicago, memorial services were held on Wednesday evening, April 14th, 1909. Personal remarks were made by Mr. James R. Chapman, Mrs. Joseph A. Milburn, Dr. Julius C. Armstrong, Mrs. B. F. Nourse and Dr. James H. Stowell. Outside the home circle, many of us find our best and most faithful friends within the church. Here we meet as members of a family, not only to exchange greetings, but to share each other's burdens, to give freely of our love and sympathy, and to unite in many kinds of work for the alleviation of suffering and the betterment of mankind. This room in which we have gathered tonight has sacred memories and associations. As I look back over twenty-five years I recall many sweet and beautiful spirits who have been associated with this church who have gone to their rest; indeed, there are more members of Plymouth "over yonder" than there are remaining with us tonight. It has been a privilege to know them, and I am sure we should altogether miss the meaning of this memorial service if we should let sadness take possession of our hearts while we think of our friend. [23] I have known Mr. Cushing for many years, but not intimately. To me he has always appeared serious minded, bearing in his presence a reserve through which I have been able only at times to get glimpses of the man. I therefore am not qualified to speak of those intimate virtues which he possessed, and which won for him the respect and love of those who knew him best. My acquaintance with him has been exclusively in connection with the work and welfare of Plymouth Church, whose loyal friend he has been, as you all know, for many years. He possessed many virtues. I shall speak of but one, a homely one, not mentioned in Holy Scriptures, nevertheless, most admir- able — the virtue of consistency. I should call him a consistent Christian gentleman. Years ago he made, with his confession of faith, certain promises to this church, and he has kept them faithfully. Alas ! How many of us neglect them ! If we were so faithless in our dealings with our fellowmen, would we not lose their regard? Mr. Cushing has not only never failed Ply- mouth Church in times of financial emergency, but he has been a most consistent member in every way. He was always in his place on the [24] Sabbath day, at the prayer service, coming from a long distance, often in most inclement weather, an usher for many years, which required his presence at the church at an early hour, and a frequent visitor at the Sabbath School. Plymouth was dear to his heart, and I wish to hold him before you tonight as an example of a consistent churchman. Death has taken him from our midst, but — "We are all guests in God's great house, the Universe, and death is but His page to show us to the chamber where we sleep. What though the bed be dust, to wake is sure." J. R. C. Though I have not known Mr. Cushing as long as many of you here, yet I should like to add my tribute to one so faithful and so true. Often have I sat beside him in the prayer meeting, and always found him cheerful, kind and courteous. I have listened to his earnest prayers and felt their sincerity. I have sung from the same hymn book, and always knew I would hear a pleasant word, and not one of complaint, when the service was over. One day soon after I came here, Mr. Cushing told me of a friend on the North Side [25] who wished to see me. "Go soon," he said, "we may not have her with us long." She is still here, though nearly ninety years old, and often I thank him for telling me of her wish to see me. In social, in family, and in church life, I found Mr. Cushing always thoughtful, earnest, kind and courteous. We shall all miss him, and especially in these rooms. L. McD. M. In the death of Mr. Edward Theodore Cushing we have lost a true and helpful friend and brother. I shall always prize his kindness and thoughtfulness for me personally. His friend- ship was most precious. I recall with profound thankfulness our delightful interviews as we took our noonday luncheons together and con- ferred over the interests of the Kingdom which we were toiling to advance. His death in the midst of his usefulness is a great loss to all our benevolent work. He became a director of our Chicago City Mis- sionary Society in 1895 and served continually until ill health compelled him to resign in 1907. He served with great faithfulness on the most [26] important committees, and was the society's efficient president for two years. The society's treasury was enriched, by his generous dona- tions in property and cash, $21,950.00. The society, of which he was a prominent and most devoted member, and the dependent churches under the society's care, owe him a lasting debt of gratitude. Nor did he confine his benefactions to one worthy cause. He was a director for two years, and until his death the president, of the Ministerial Relief Association of Illinois, a society whose object it is to care for indigent ministers and the needy families of those whose death has left them dependent. He was interested also in the National Mis- sionary cause of our denomination. All of these organizations had a place in his large- hearted benefactions. Others will speak of his great usefulness to his home church, of which he was an exceedingly important and able office bearer. May his mantle fall speedily upon other shoulders, that the causes that he loved may not suffer, and that the Kingdom of God may prevail to the ends of the earth. J. C. A. [27] I esteem it a privilege to add my tribute of love to the memory of Mr. E. T. Gushing, who has always been such a bright example of a true Christian. He was noble, generous and true. Full of zeal for the Master. His bright example has ever been an inspiration to me. We are missing him in every department of Plymouth Church. But though the clouds may sometimes hover over us, as a church, we shall always feel the sunshine of his smile. _____ Mrs. B. F. N. Edward Theodore Cushing belonged to the type of Christian of the generation now passing, strong in his convictions of right and wrong, consistent in his life, and faithful in his devotion to home and church. I have known Mr. Cushing about thirty years. He was one of the loyal guards of Plymouth Church, and a few days before his final leave-taking, as he held my hands, he spoke feelingly of his love for the church and her people; and he deeply appreciated the many expressions of love sent him from members of Plymouth. We who met him so often in the councils of the church know with what fidelity he lived [28] up to his convictions and his ideal of a Christian. We know how he went about doing good, weekly visiting the aged, the sick and needy ones in and out of the church. We know with what a lavish hand he gave to every good cause. His lamp was always trimmed and burning, never without oil. He was faithful to the end. We of Plymouth Church who knew and loved Mr. Cushing must take up the work where he, at the Master's bidding, laid it down, and with a like spirit of devotion and earnest- ness carry it forward, knowing that in due time we shall enter into the joy of the Lord. J. H. S. [29] devolutions! of Conoolence ARCHITECTURAL IRON LEAGUE 3fa jHemortam Whereas, It has pleased the Divine Ruler of the Universe to take from our midst our well beloved fellow member and friend, Mr. Edward T. Cushing, on Tuesday, April the sixth; Therefore, Be It Resolved, That the members of the Architectural Iron League at a special meeting held April eighth, nineteen hundred and nine, take this opportunity to express their deep sympathy to his family in their great bereavement, and to show their high affection and respect for his sterling character; and it is further Resolved, That a copy of this resolution be spread upon the records of the Architectural Iron League, and a copy also be engrossed and sent to the family of the deceased. A. E. COLEMAN, LOUIS VIERLING, President. Secretary. [33] THE CONGREGATIONAL CLUB OF CHICAGO I have the honor to advise you that the following memorial was unanimously adopted at a meeting of the Chicago Congregational Club held April 19, 1909: It is proper the Chicago Congregational Club should record its loss in the passing of another and earnest member, Edward Theo- dore Cushing. Born in Chicago in 1845, of parents whose strong religious convictions moulded his early life, strengthened his youth, and laid the foundation for the mature man, whose earnest, straightforward, positive Christian character we all admired, Mr. Cushing belonged to that class of Christians now passing. He was strong in his convictions of right and wrong, beautifully consistent in his life, and faithful in his devotion to home and church. He visited the poor and needy, the sick and sorrowing ones, and ministered to their wants. For twenty years he was a member of the Chicago City Missionary Society, and for two years its president. He gave to the society, during his connection with it, $25,000.00. He was president of the Illinois Ministerial Relief [34] Association at the time of his death. For fifty-one years he was a member of Plymouth Church, and for many years one of its deacons, and always a generous contributor. His lamp was always trimmed and burning, never without oil, and when the Master called, he was ready, "faithful unto the end." A. F. ALLEN, Secretary. THE MINISTERIAL RELIEF ASSOCIATION Resolved, That by the death of Mr. Edward Theodore Gushing, the Ministerial Relief Association of Illinois has lost a very devoted and helpful president and director. The care of the aged and crippled ministers and their destitute families found a warm advocate and true friend in our departed brother. He was always ready to do anything in his power to alleviate the sufferings and provide for the wants of the veterans in the ministry, whose labors in small out-of-the-way parishes had brought such meager support that nothing could be laid aside for old age or a "rainy day." His death is a serious loss to all our denomi- national interests. We shall miss him in our conferences as we meet to plan for those who are dependent upon this society for a part of their living expenses, and we shall miss him as we gather to help other benevolent causes. We hereby tender to his afflicted wife and daughter our sincere sympathy. We commend them to the care of our covenant keeping God whose love and mercy extend to all His children. HENRY M. WALKER, Secretary. [36] STOCK YARDS DAY NURSERY ASSOCIATION Mrs. E. T. Cushing: Dear Friend: At a meeting of the Stock Yards Day Nursery Association, held Friday, May 7th, the following resolutions were adopted : Whereas, God in His wisdom has called our beloved patron and associate member, Mr. E. T. Cushing, to enter the higher life, be it Resolved, That in his being taken from our midst, this association has lost one of its earliest and most earnest supporters. Resolved, That we extend to his wife and daughter our most earnest and heartfelt sympathy in this time of great sorrow and bereavement, and may our Heavenly Father comfort and sustain them. Resolved, That these resolutions be placed on file and a copy sent to his family. Very respectfully, FRANCES D. KELLOGG, Corresponding Secretary. [37] Hetterg of Conbolence LADIES' AID SOCIETY OF PLYMOUTH CHURCH My Dear Mrs. Cushing: It has only been a few days since I wrote a little note of cheer and comfort to Mr. Cushing, and we had so hoped he might be given back to us again in his health, but God in His own way has taken him away. The ladies of the Aid Society wish again to express their deep love and sympathy to you. My dear Mrs. Cushing, I wish that I might say some little word to lessen the burden you bear. All I can do is to let you know we are thinking of you, and would love to help you. Mr. Cushing was a dear friend to us all and it has made us all better to have known him and his quiet, pleasing way. Again believe us, Most sincere friends, CORA B. CUBBINS, Secretary. [41] THE KENWOOD CLUB Dear Mrs. Cushing: I have been authorized by the Board of Directors of the Kenwood Club to convey in their behalf expression of their deep regret and sincere sympathy in the death of your husband, one of the club's highly esteemed and oldest members. My personal participation in this message you already are aware of. I have myself in late years repeatedly felt the benefit of association with his strong and rugged character, and was probably better acquainted than most people with the great kindness of heart which was one of his conspicuous attributes. His nobility of character was beyond question. The loss of such a man cannot be confined to local circles, being, on the other hand, bounded only by the limits of his wide acquaintanceship. He has left behind him a good name and good works, which nothing can efface. Respectfully and most sincerely, ROBERT McDOUGAL, President. [42] pergonal Eemmfecenceg I. My first acquaintance with my Cousin Edward was in the winter of 1854. He was then nine years of age. The chief character- istics in his makeup at that time were substan- tially the same as in the later years of his life. Loyalty to his friends was perhaps his leading trait, and he always had the courage of his convictions ; money, favors, never could swerve him a jot from his idea of a principle. He was faithful in the most minute detail to any trust imposed upon him, onerous as it might be. His first experience in business was unusually severe, and although but a child in years at the time, he was true and manly, and showed the kind of mettle calculated to make him win his way in the world. In his youth he was generous to a fault, and when he grew to manhood the tender devotion and affection shown in the care of his mother was most touching. During all the ten years she was with us he never failed to write her twice each week. I was so closely associated with him that I have often remarked that he was more like a brother than a cousin, and I loved him for his many ennobling qualities of mind and heart. CHARLES S. CUSHING. [47] II. I made Mr. Cushing's acquaintance in Ply- mouth Church and Sunday School when he was a lad of fourteen. Within the next three or four years I was an inmate of his father's family for six months. The friendship then formed has continued unbroken through the years — and in looking back over them, I realize how truly in his case the boy was father to the man. As was said at his funeral, "People always knew where to find Mr. Cushing." That was true of him in manhood, and just as true in boyhood and youth. After he was old enough to make up his mind what was right and wrong — what he believed to be right, that he adhered to, no matter what others might think. My first clear memory of him was in Sunday School, where as assistant librarian he was always at his post, painstaking and obliging. Uniting with the church young, he seemed to realize more than some do, that it meant not only privilege — but duty and obligation as well. He was not there to be carried along. [48] A regular attendant upon church and prayer meeting, the habit thus formed lasted through life. It was not only a duty but a pleasure for him to give of his income to every good cause, so far as he could. It was not very long after he went to work for himself, and while his salary was but six hundred dollars a year, that a meeting was called to raise money for the purchase of a lot for a new church building. After several had spoken and made their pledges, he very modestly said, "I will give fifty dollars." I never shall forget the look on his father's face as he said, "I was so glad to hear Edward say what he did in that meeting." He felt, as we all did, that it was a good deal for him to give, as he was already a contributor to the various benevolences of the church. Then in the home his filial and fraternal love was strong and true, and his memory of his dead mother an abiding influence. He said to me once, with regard to a certain amuse- ment, "I wonder if my mother could speak to me from Heaven, what she would say about it." That thought kept him upon the safe side of the question. [49] His sister once told me of the indignation, as he told her of a neighbor's son who had asked him to join him in an excursion through some of the dark places of this city, that they might see for themselves its wickedness. I can imagine the fine scorn with which the proposal was rejected, though I have forgotten the words in which it was expressed. His love for children was always marked. I remember his bringing his little year-old niece three miles in a slow going horse car to give her an outing. I wondered how many young men of his age would have taken the time and risked the chance of her getting frightened and crying. I said something of the kind, and he smiled, and said, he didn't think she would cry, but if she did, he thought other people could stand it if he and the baby could. What a true and loyal friend he always was. How kind and helpful if one was in trouble, and so sure to help in the best way many of us knew — and I believe that he finds true Heaven's beatitude, "The old delight of doing good." E. V. R. [50] jf rom tfje $res& THE ADVANCE, CHICAGO Mr. Edward Theodore Cushing died at his residence on the South Side of Chicago on Tuesday, April 6, after an illness of two months. Mr. Cushing was born in the heart of the older part of Chicago in 1845. He became a Christian early in life and has been a power for good in all the movements of our Congregational fellowship for more than two score years. He was a member of Plymouth Church, a deacon and chairman of its Board of Trustees. For more than a score of years he was an honored and very valuable director of the Chicago City Missionary Society, and for two years its president. At the time of his death he was the president of the Illinois Ministerial Relief Association. To both of these organizations he rendered by his counsel and generous gifts exceedingly valuable help. He was interested in all the larger activities of our denomination. Mr. Cushing's name was a synonym for upright and honorable dealing in his business. It can be said of him as was said of his great Master, "He went about doing good." His death takes out of our Congrega- tional circles an exceedingly useful and devoted Christian layman. He leaves a widow and daughter to mourn his death. [55] THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE Edward Theodore Cushing, 63 years old, died at his residence, 4820 Greenwood Avenue, Tuesday, after an illness of two months. He was born in 1845 on the corner of Wabash Avenue and Adams Street in the house at that time owned and occupied by his father, and has resided in Chicago all his life. His home in Kenwood he built in 1884, where he has since resided. His father's family came from Thet- ford, Vermont, and his mother's family from Hebron, Conn. Mr. Cushing was a deacon in the Plymouth Congregational Church and an active worker in the Chicago City Missionary Society. He was also a member of the Union League and Kenwood Clubs. Mr. Cushing had been secretary and treasurer of the Dearborn Foundry Company since its incorporation, in 1883. He is survived by his wife and one daughter. Funeral services will be held at his late residence, 4820 Greenwood Avenue, Friday afternoon at two o'clock. Interment will be at Oakwoods. [56] Manz Engraving Company