The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1869-01-14
DIED.

At Branch Mills on the evening of the
It'll inst Joseph W. Lawrence, in the
S4th year Of his age.
The deceased was an old resident of
this locality, coming here in the year 1S49
| He was born in Milford Mass, and when
young man removed to Vermont,
| where he followed the trade of Stone
Mason. He was soldier in the war of
1872, and was Volunteer from the town
Of Whiting Vt, and for that service he
drew a land bounty some fifteen or twenty
years ago. Since coming to this country
he has followed the occu patton of a farm
er, when he has done anything. His
sons George and Enoch who live at the
Branch have ia ken care of him during
his old age, His other children here are
Mr.. Iinas Lawrance, Mrs. i. SAove,
AMI Mrs. Mal tindale
On the 1lth inst, Emma I.uena daueh-
ter OF L. d. and n. b. Smart, aged =
years months and I3 days.
Little Emma was a child lovely in fea-
ture, graceful in form and enc whose
growth was rapid, both physically and in
tellectualy. SO remarkably precocous
was she, as to excite the wonder,nent of
all who knew her. The following beauti
ful verses written on the death of Emma.
will be read with pleasure.
QUESTI0NINGs, By NJ L.
Why do the children leave u.s. o! our Father.
The little children Graded our breasts?
Why should our doves fly upward in the morning
When the bindings sleep within the nest!
Can it be true the music up in Heaven
| Is sweeter when their voices join the hymn?
Is richer light to realms of glory given
For that which, fading, left homes so dims
And can the angels, who all love receiving
Rrst so securely in the Shepherds fold
Neea as 4 mother needs, amid her growing
The little once kiss, and clasp and hold,
We cannot tell what light g:ils their faces ::
We know our homes had sunshine when they
smiled:
We know in lonely hearts vacant places
AND voices crying, give, give back the child"
In vain, in vain We listen for the patter
vi little feet at morning on the stair;
Or for tho merry sound of childish laughter
Or gentle tones saying the evening prayer
In vain wait for kisses falling purely
From lips that said their good night" at our
knees!
Oh? lie who male ;he mother heart hath surely
No Gliding in his for thoughts like these
Even this how San we know? His hand hath
smtten2
In wrath mercy only can he tell!
Perhaps the day may when shall be written
Upon our souls this record-'.t is WE'LL"
Bearing our broken harp thro' all the night
The quivering chords shall jar with pain till
then,
Till his own hand shall lead us to the light
And tune each broken string one -Amen?"
A RESPONSE, by MRS. c. NJ
Even this how we know? His hand hath smit-
ten ="
In wrath mercy only He tell
Perhaps the day may come when shall be written
Upon souls this record-"it is we'll
-Questio,,ings By 1f. L.
Question it not oh friend The Father srniteth
Never in wrath when our beloved ones die;
Hear the sweet message his own hand inditeth;
''Those whom love cilasten even IT.
o, not in wrath-the gracious, kind All Father
He calls the little children to his breast
And with his of love doth gently gather
His best beloved earliest to their rest.
And we who still are left. all weak and broken
To question if He careth for still,
May hear this word His gracious lip hath spoken;
''Those whom love chasten, Will
'sThose whom I lover oh, could we read the
lesson