Funeral orations. Morais, Sabato. Philadelphia, PA. Nov 1883
- Title
- Funeral orations. Morais, Sabato. Philadelphia, PA. Nov 1883
- Author
- Morais, Sabato
- Date Created
- 1 November 1883
- Format
- 4 pages on 1 sheet
- Language(s)
- English
- Source
- Katz Center for Advanced Judaic Studies
- Sabato Morais Collection, Box 11, Folder 7
- Has Format
- https://colenda.library.upenn.edu/items/ark:/81431/p3qz2323h/manifest.json
- Link to Colenda
- https://colenda.library.upenn.edu/catalog/81431-p3qz2323h
- Provenance
- Transfer of Custody from the Hebrew Education Society, 10 March 1913.
- Is Format Of
- https://raw.githubusercontent.com/judaicadh/morais/main/TEI/SMBx11FF7_9.xml
- content
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For a funeral
Sympathising friends. Only one regret can be experienced in the present instance, and even that melancholy feeling is greatly tempered in its pain-fulness. Certainly, had our venerable sister in faith, now enshrined in this coffin, been su--pernaturally consulted; had she been asked where she would prefer to surrender her spirit to the God that gave it, she would have pointed to the city of her love, and the home of her choice. Yet, regrettable as her absence from thence at her demise must unavoid--ably be; sorrowful as some will feel that her last breath was heaved up in a home not her own, and in a city wherein she did not habitually dwell, the circumstance is nevertheless attended with pleasurable reflections. The bed chamber whence the invisible bridge was stretched which conveyed the immortal part to its region, was not that of strangers. The eyes which looked upon Isabella Cauffman, when her eyes closed in death, were those of object dear to her heart. Relatives and friends surrounded her couch, at the hour in which Providence decreed that she should
leave the depart from earth. Nor is that circum--stance the sole cause of satisfaction to the living, who mourn by reason of the deep affection, which they bore the deceased. They must remember that our vene--rable sister in faith left Philadelphia ten days ago to fulfil a wish which she had long cherished. Was it the presentiment of a final separation from some to whom she had proved a mother, and from others who had grown to womanhood under her im--mediate vision, that took her to New York? I shall not venture an answer on that insoluble question. Suffice that her desire was gratified. A warm greeting met her arrival in the midst of those, who were anxious to show that time had not erased the memory of benefactions. And she, led on by joyful emotions, forgot her age, and braved inclement weather to go among the offspring of many who had experienced her kind--ness. There she was overtaken by the angel, bid to transfer her soul to serener realms. Short and painless was the transition, and now what is perishable,
has been returned to the city of our sister's love, to be carried form the home which gave her comforts to the spot she had destined for her remains. Tears and the solemnity of prayer will be the tribute paid to the venerable one who has gone.
With these consolatory reflections, I might end my address. But as pastor of the Congregation to which the deceased always belonged, I feel that words of thankfulness are not inappropriate, that they ought to flow from my lips. When Marcus Cauffman lived, the hallowed habitation dedicated to the worship of Israel's God, saw the husband and his wife--since I entered the ministry--occupy their seats on each revolving Sabbath. When fifteen years ago, Isabella Cauffman remained a was widowed of her companion, her attendance continued steadily. Only in proportion as the burden of more than ten score years and ten bent her form, her visits to the Synago--gue became less frequent. But with the approaching of the most solemn season in the Jewish calendar, fresh vigour seemed to be imparted to her frame. I then beheld her coming to the sacred shrine, and remarked her remaining there in fasting and
orisons the entire day of atonement. This year she joined in the service to a still later date. She was in her seat two Sabbaths ago, and when I paid my respects to her in the afternoon, she announ--ced to me her determination to procure herself the pleasure of seeing once more her N. Y. friends. The Sanctuary, to whose repair and embellishment she had recently contributed, will not find Isabella Cauffman any more, but her reverential sentiments towards it, will have gained for her spirit admission into a still holier Tabernacle, where saints abide etern--ally. Her motherly demeanour towards many whose claims on her benevolence were not those im--posed by nature, but by generous impulses, will have secured to her soul joys in the presence of that God, whose attributes are loving-kindness and righteousness. That it will be even so, I trust in the Lord of truth. Him I beseech to forgive trespasses and overlook shortcomings. For to err is human, and none will appear before their Maker from sin. (Here follows a prayer) - Identifier
- p3qz2323h
- identifier
- SMBx11FF7_9
Part of Funeral orations. Morais, Sabato. Philadelphia, PA. Nov 1883
Morais, Sabato, “Funeral orations. Morais, Sabato. Philadelphia, PA. Nov 1883”, Sabato Morais Digital Repository, accessed October 18, 2024, https://judaicadhpenn.org/legacyprojects/s/morais/item/83772