Remarks made at the funeral or Mrs. Captain Bunker, May 23d, 1912, by her Pastor, Addison II. Hayes. If I could consult my own feelings to-day I would take my place among the mourners in this circle of relatives and friends, for Mrs. Bunker en- tered into my life, as a neighbor and an invalid, and daily I watched for her greeting at the window or on the porch. This scripture from the 9th of Ecclesiastes and the 10th verse she chose last January as her motto, and how well it illustrates her life, "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might." It typifies the New England life to the letter. The Oriental mind says, "Tomorrow", the New England mind says, "To-day". What a hardy race grew up on our New England coast! With a stony soil, bleak and long Winters, yet did they extract from the soil and the sea, sustenance and abundance, with surplus enough to carry out their high ideals of life. They gave us our best type of local government and school. They gave us gifted authors, princely statesmen, great manufacturers, thrifty farmers and happy homes. Secret? They "Did with their might what their hands found to do". Thus this text names the instrument of usefulness and achievment as the human hand. What a marvelous tool it is! In early New England days, it cleared the forests, spun the wool and flax for clothing and by candle light wrought the cloth into garment, To-day the human hand guides the plow, runs the machine in the factory, paints the masterpieces in Art, chisels all the statues in marble, sweeps the keys of all instruments of music, and shows all the goods in trade. In the household this hands wipes the tears from the troubled face of childhood, it ministers in a thousand offices to the needs of the aged or the sick and gives the warm hand clasp as the seal of friendship, and performs a hundred miracles in the household every day. Write the history of Grandma Bunker's hands in her married life of half a century, and you have a thrilling history of activity and efficiency, of courtesy and kindness, trust and tenderness. She "Did with her might what her hands found to do". If Chaplain McCabe could only come back, how he would sing again, as no one else could, the song of "Mother's Hands".