Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1872-01-26
DEATHS
from he Shelby Sentinel, Sdel5ypiile, Kv.

From tie Shelby Sentinel, Shelbyvate, Ky.
DIED, on January 18th, AuRELIA MAY
daughter Of Rev. JAMES i. and ALICE Y.
LODGE, aged four years, two months and
twenty-five days.
Every thing was done for the little sufferer
during he. illness that human skill could do.
Medical aid was promptly called, and The first
lifell disease, pneumonia, was arrested only to
leave her with wasted strength struggling
against another, too powerful alas for her
constitution She died on Saturday morning
at half past eight O'Clock contamination of the
stomach.
But a few days ago and darling lite MAY,
the pet and pride Of her parents heart--in the
full glow Of health and happiness gladdened
the home of those who loved her well. Through
| the merry holidays she was gay as the gayest,
| but even then shadow fell on the mothers
heart for the little one, amid smiles and play,
said 10 her, Mamma dreamed last night
had on my best little dress, and the good Lord
opened the sky and told me- Come up there"
The words, though uttered so ioyously, were
q dagger to the loving mother. What won
der then that she trcmhled when disease com
ing swiftly, stilled the prattle of that little
tongue and quenched the light of those lus-
trous eyes. What wonder that she watched and
wept from the hrst-that she sang her softest
lulabes through the long sad watches of the
night and called over and over the sweetest
tenderest pet names of her darling-trving by
every loving device to hold her back from the
spirit land. Vain those unremitine cares
The Good Shepherd has laid the little lamb on
His bosom, and she swcetly rests forever
The stricken parents can hut grieve for the
bright jewel so soon recalled by the Giver
They muster out in their pain, but crying out,
they kiss the rod and say: Father, Thy will
be done"
q So the fair infant sleepeth not the rest,
The rosy slnmbers OF her dreaming hours
For cold and still upon her pnIseless breast,
Lie the pale winter flowers"
Strew the white blossoms on her shining hair.
Hide the dim death beneath her tringed lids;
Fold the meek hands in that eternal PRAYER
This restless life forbids.
Gone Gone No more the bright lock tossed
in glee;
No more the music of her joyous tone,
And the glad smiles, the light we loved 10 sec,
The cruel grave hath now.
What shall the requiem be for one so fair,
How shall we fittest mourn spring lifes
Fer the first dew drop in the noontide's glare,
Had died upon the rose?
Say, shall we weep that her unclouded years
Nor in life's sad haptismal font of tears
Had lost one pristine hue2
Aye, mourn, but not for her the lovely child,
Save that the earth is poorer of her life;
Not that the spirit of the undefiled
Scars, pure from sin and strife.
But God be pitiful? Look on the home
Rett of its darling hope-its browning grace;
Haunted by step-a tone
And one beloved face
Still the strong warnings by the healing power
Let the faint heart grow mighty in the trust
OF Him who maketh Of the dust flower
And turns II flower to DUST
He hides the seed within the dark cold ground
Until it quickens TO II heavenly bloom,
And earth's frail flowers with A maranth glory
crowned,
Rise from the silent tomb,
Rise TO the life eternal in its gain,
When the freed pilgrims by the heavenly |
river,
Lay down the weary travail and the pain
And bless his name forever.
Then peace be stll For her the goal ia won.
With us the anguish and the vain unrest,
Our shadows thcken Ger the race is done,
But she is wholly bles. c.