The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-11-25
From the Jackson Citizen.
THE FUNERAL OF A SUICIDE.
The Services at the Baptist Church
Sermon by Rev. L. M. Hunt.

Tuesday afternoon last the funeral of Matte
E. Garry, who committed suicide at the Lewis
House on Friday, were held at the Baptist
Church. The edifice was crowded with peo-
ple The services were commenced by the
reading of a hymn and selections from the
scriptures by Rev. L D. Palmer, followed by
prayer by Rev. J. W. Hough. The sermon
was 6y Rev L. NJ. Hunt, and the request OF
many who heard it, Is published to-day. He
took his text from the psalms marked IN the
bible of the deceased girl, which were
l. Hear my prayer, o Lord, and let my
cry come unto thee.
2. Hide not thy face from me in the day
when am in trouble; incline thine ear unto
me; in the day when call answer me
speedily.
s. lam like a pelican of the Wilderness; 1
am like an owl OF the desert
Z. watch, and as sparrow alone upon the
housetop.
8. Mine enimies approach me all the day;
| and they that are mad against me are sworn
against me.
| He sald:-Oh! how deep must be the agony
that wringa from human soul such prayer
| and such lamentation, and that too on the
| eve of its departure to the eternal world.
| Such sorrow, such anguish, such agony Of
soul, can only be realized by those who nave
been blown to the very ends Of the earth; who
have waded through the dark, dark valley OF
sorrow and stood on the very brink of the
| suicides grave, and this deep anguish which
bids the heart cease its pulsations is the result
of sin, the transgression of Gods law. And
the hearts which feel the deepest sorrow,
writhe with the bitterest agony, are those ten
der hearts which have been educated by Gods
word, and although the tempter has laid his
hand upon them and drawn them into the
dark paths of sin, yet their high sense OF duty,
of Justice, Of integrity and OF honor, magniies
the deed and extorts from them the cry: II
am like Pelican of the wilderness; am like
an owl of the desert. Alone, forsaken, no one
cares for my SOUL" Oh. by what sad ex-
perience they have learned that the way of
the transgressor is hard But mark you, such
a cry never goes up from heart calloused
with sin, from one whose feet run willingly in
the paths of vice. No, it is not the cry Of the
deeeiver, but of the deceived. There Is some
thing about self-murder that strikes the mind
with horror, and it recoils and turns away in
disgust and says: let them alone, let them
alone. God has been robbed of His honor and
of the life which He gave, and which He alone
had right to take away.
1t is a fearful crime, toe fearful for any one
to venture to commit under any circumstances, |
AMI we cannot condemn it too severely, nor !
speak against it with too much earnstness |
And while welaud and praise heal e thigh those |
noble ladies who asked for the body ola fallen I
sister, Young and beautiful, homeless and |
motherfsss, that they might dress it neatly |
and lay it in the well-trimmed coffin, made |
fragrant with fresh flowers, and then ask that |
this house of worship be opened and a decent |
Christian buriel be given her: do not under
stand me to endorse IN any way her unfortu-
nate life or its sad termination, but do say
there are circumstances under which we must
wrap the mantle Of charity around the worst
of sins, and leave the actor in the hands Of 4
kind Father who knows the motives which
promped the action. He may say: Neither
do I condemn thee"
And this, think, is one of the cases. \
maiden, young, beautiful, tender, motherlesS
homeless, deceived, forsaken, robbed of her
affections, her prOtpects bligbted, her hope all
zone, alone in the world, she breathes pray
sr TO God, folds her hands, closes her eyes, and
leaps into dark eternity. CHI ye mothers OF
Jackson, if you have tears to shed, let them
fall to-day on the grave OF a homeless one.
But back OF this, somewhere, there is
crime too terrible for even the broad mantle
IF charity to cover. The dark pail OF conden-
nation must fall-and woe be to the hand that
would try to prevent it! We know so little :
IF the one whose remains We carry to the
grave to-day, we can only speak from conieC-
ure: and if perchance we paint the scene az q
light, God be praised; if not, God pardon the 4
mistake.
As l stood in the rooms of the undertaken
ast evening and looked upon the far features q
old in death-Wi h a fathers love painted 4 q
picture which brought tears to my eyes, and
aused me to lift my heart to heaven and cry,
%, God save my children from the hand Of .
ne destroyer" In my imagination I saw a
,oung girl, fll of life, weeping beside an ine- o
,riate father and an insane mother Soon s
fter, she leaves home and goes into the world j