Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1872-10-01
IN MEMOREAm.

NETHERLAND.-On Friday, the 90th of
September, 1872, MISS MoLLIB, youngest
daughter OF Hon. John Netherland, Of Rosers-
vile, Tennessee, was killed By a fall from q
horse.
She was taking ride with young gentle
man, and as they we're returning home, she
proposed gslIop. Ho asssnted, and her horse
soon broke into a run. She being ine rider,
kepl her pluee for a mile, but from some cause
then lost her hold on the bridle, and was
thrown, falling with her face TO the ground.
She was taken to 2 nsighbOr's house In an in
sensible condition, and four hours afterW ard
expired, unconscious OF the agoniEed father
and sister who bent over her in unoontrol-
able, unavaillng grief Her mother had gone
- far as Bristol with her son, who was on his
way as q student to WRshington-Lee Unfver-
sity, and consequently was ignorant, until the
next day, OF the sad fate Of her ohilS. MISS
NBTHERLArD Was An the twenty second year
OF her age. when thus suddenly snstched
away from those ahe loved, and who loved her
50 devOtedly.
IN the full bloom of pure and Christian
womanbood, With all the gentle graees OF g
refined and cultivated mind orowning her
lovely brow; with graceful form-as fair a
caskst as ever enshrined loving heart,-a
bright and noble life, full Of sweet oflees and
tender kindnesses for all--what wonder that
the village OF her nativity and womsnhood
was OyershadoHed with gloom By the fearful
sccidentP Overlooking with humor and
sprightliness, quick at rspartee, sensible, ae-
oomplished IN music and all the srts or pleas
ing, what wonder that she was the idol OF the
fondest OF fathers, and that he now goes about
his desolste home, tneonsolable and broken
hearted7
AIectionate, always cheerful, dutiful and
self-sacrineing; Ohl how the tender neart Of
the sgonised mother bleeds, because " she is
not" And what of the brother and sisters?
What OF that home Of which she was the light
and "joy forever Alas! language is power
less in the presence OF such woel
When our children die in our arms, breath
ing the faint "good bye" after long sickness
has prepared Us for the blow, II IS hard enough
then TO give them up. But on how unutler-
ably hard when the sanotities OF our homes
and hearts are 50 ruthlessly invaded by the
dread Angel, aud we are bereft il our Old a0s
OF their comfort and sweet communion.
When youth and lOVelinoss are blasted, and in
one snort hour vlther az cur Ieet, what pen
can depict 0ar soTToEs than2
That wss a tue painters who, when he ex-
hibited the death OF lphigsnia upon his glow
ing canvas, disclosed fle manly HtinPatny OF
Achilles, the stubborn grief Of Ulysses, bat
threw q veil over the face Of AgameinnOn, the
agOniEed father, thus acknowledging the In
adaquRcy OF ari 70 portray the feelings OF a
parent for the loss of a child. "Let us then
draw curtain over these griefs, which the
Il art alone can feel, but which an Angela
tongue cannot express.
IA The presence ul such SorfOW, human sym
peihy Is a nockery. God alone IS then "our
refuge and strength" On, tnab We would
learn that. "He Is a very present help IN
trouble" He alone who agonized IN Geihsem-
aue can Taintster consolation here J1e
alone who loveth whom he chesteneth, car
bind up these broken hearts. 9h, Father,
visit the bsreaved With sracs 10 bow IN SUB
mission 20 thine alilcung hand. Comfort
them IN their desolation With thy sweetest
sonaolauonE.
Jusl lIsll,l she Bent away, sile saa down At
the nel0dfon aud played aud sang We shall
know each otaer there" aesus AN COM
ing" a SAFE ia the srnls Gf Jesus, and 50 He
took her on LIS arms, when the holy strain
had scarce died upon her Ups, and she Is zazs-
forever.
Mother. fatbcf. sisters, brother, There is .
nghbin the window for you. Another eord
ia lei down nom the fsitherik lhroue to draw
yeu 70 H3k hCme-anu hara, faOlC. And mag
1Bts thine afllfelye diapensatioh, draw ~ OF
ua who ~ ie7ea Eef " SaEof 0hi aNe, -
tsee. aeazE y Eaes