The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1868-09-03
OBITUARY.
"Friend after friend departs:
Who has uot lost a friendl
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end"

Death is ever an unwelcome guest, and the
more mwelcome as it separates the larger cir
Gle of friends. Are there any without friends :?
Then the fault is their own, and death, to SUCH
may be the courted passport, TO their mistaken
view, to another world, which they hope will
bless them more than this. The suicide-if
any there are who are not insane-must be of
this class; for none but those crushed by their
own folly to despair, could dash, with their own
hands, the casket wheels of their own exis-
tence to the ground and throw their spirit back
insultingly to the God who gave it.
The dying, aware that the final leap is near
at hand, and racled by that pain which marks
some of the diseases which terminate our frail
existence, may ask speedy release from the
mortal tenement, but friends cling to hope, an
ticipating to drop of water to mOisten the
stiening tongue nor give up the desire of their
hearts until the spark is fed. Then follows that
word so full of meaning now, and ringing ring
ing, echoing deep deep down in the beart
never perer! NEyER!! The stilled tongue
never can speak to us again! Oh! how pain
fully sad trcmbles that chord which vibrates
deep in the heart, when touched by the sad
word, NEVER!
Mary, thou art gonel Nevermore
Can we listen TO thy voice,
Meath thy cheerful smiles rejoice;
Share the beamings of thy eve
Ever blest when thou vert nigh
Neycrmore, ncvcrmore.
We thought it transient-nevcrmorc-
Parting few DAYS ago,
Hoping thon to meet below;
We were talking hopefully
OF the good life promised thee
NeyermOre, nevermore.
Sadly echoes in our rhearts-nevermOre-
That sad Geographic phrase
'Shc has ended all her days."
Changed above us is the sky
Pondering DER that last good by
Nevermore nevermore.
o, how quick can drop a veil-nevermore-
DER the path that we pursue
Hiding promised hopes from view,
Calling up the mbidden sigh,
Bringing tears to drench the eve
Nevermore, nevormorc.
And is this the whole of earth? Neveraore
Never aS we met below,
But one blessed hope we know,
Though the scene is ended here
4 day of union still is near
And therc'll Il bc 10 parting then,
NevermOre, neveTmore.
Miss Mary Childs, the subject of this sketch,
was a devoted daughter, Il faithful sister. truo
friend, and because true, she had MANY A
pleasant acquaintance once formed was a frind-
ship for life. When absent the pen was her
medium Of interchanging thought and of con-
tinuing happy friendship. To her immedi-
ate relatives, scattered over several counties of
this State, she would make at least one annual
visit, and 1t was on one of these visits that she
reached the home of sister in Lockhaven.
when she WAS taken sick, and after an illness of
two or three weeks, she passed away. As her
disease assumed an unyieldng and threatening
attitude she became aware that the hour of her
dissolution was fast approaching and calmly
she talked of her final departure. The prepar-
alton for that change was thought of and at
tended to during time of health, and now we
mourn not as those who have no hope, believ-
ing that our loss is her gain and full of immor-
tality
Miss Childs lived with her widowed sister. at
Water Gap. That sister is doubly widowed
now; for Mary had been sister indeed, taking
as much as possible, the place OF the deceased
husband, and smoothing the path of the be-
rcaved.
Miss Childs was an aiiianced bride, but re-
lentless Death aimed his sure dart and the grave
hides what Hymen waited. About twenty
eight years of age Just in the prime of life with
the fairest hopes, an untarnished name, loving
and ed,-touched by the insidious Destroy
er-gone. Such is our life; we know not what
a day may bring forth. We may be here to-
day; soul from body may part tomorrow.
"Thus star by star declines,
Till all have passed away;
As morning high and higher shines
To pure and perfect day;
Nor sinks those stars in empty night,
But hide themselves in heavens own light"
A. b. BURRELL.
Del. Water Gap, Aug. 81, 1868.
Bs1y@ VIII the WilSes-Barre and Williams.
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