To the Editor of the Times-Star.
We halt to-day in the great journey to say a few farewell words of loving tribute over the new-made grave of an esteemed relative and cherished friend.  The death of Mrs. Clara W. Strader of East Fourth street, whose funeral took place this morning, brings sincere sorrow to many homes, both rich and poor, in this city, where she lived since birth, and deserves more than a mere passing notice. Mrs. Strader was descended from a long line of distinguished ancestry, who helped to make the early history of our city.  She was a woman whose friendship was as enduring as the rocks; whose convictions were strong, and whose sweetness of character was never-failing. She lived a life of unostentatious philanthropy and true benevolence.  Devoted to her family, her church and her friends, her beautiful Christian character made a lasting impression upon all who came within her influence.  She most truly was one of those of whom the poet wrote; "None knew her but to love her; none named her but to praise." She was one of those brave, quiet heroines who make life sweeter and better for their having lived.  She loved life, but did not fear death.  As her inspiration she well could have uttered with resignation, in her last hours, the beautiful sentiment:
                 Lead me to that land of beauty,
                 So I may abide;
                 Lead me where the flowers are blooming,
                Where the music mild is wooing,
                Where the hand of love is moving
                On every tide.
Death follows life as night succeeds the day, but life must ever come from death so from the gloom and darkness of the night there comes glorious dawning of the morning.  The writer will ever remember and cherish her cordial manner, her cheery smile, her timely word, her unvarying good humor.  It was a privilege to meet and greet her.  It always left a pleasant, wholesome afterglow.  To those she leaves behind there comes the sweet consciousness and consoling satisfaction of a life well spent and duty well done.  We shall miss her bright personality and her sacred, quiet, lovely, Christian, womanly influence and genial comradeship.  "Gone like the sunshine of another country, beyond our ken."  Cincinnati, June 27, 1904.  L.W.I.

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