The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1873-03-07
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IIEAPS.-Athi his residence, near Prospect,
Hartford county, on the gath of May, iS72,
NATHAN W., the beloved husband of Mar
tina Il. Heaps.
Though months have flown since this beloved
one has passed over to the other shore, and many
cold winds and icy SHOWS have fallen over his
mound Of clay. Bereavcments are doubtless de-
signed by the Great Disposer of events to loosen
our hold upon the vanitics of life: to admonsh
us that life is short at best, and the time of its
end uncertain and by laying up those around
whom our tendcrest affections are entwned as
treasures for us in Heaven, to furnish the strong
est incentives to us to walk in the way that
leads to everlasting life, that we may meet them
again
"Where the anthems of rupture Increasingly roll
And the smile the Lord is the feast of the SOUL
To his afflicted wife and friends the death of
this dear one was as the lightning that desccnds
from cloudless sky. Until few hours before
approach. The future lighted up by the rising
sun OF life, gave cheering promise Of all that this
world could give; but
death came. and all his promise fair
Has sought the grave, TO sleep forever there"
But would we recall him; would we, if we
could, recall his spirit that feel assured is ac-
ccpted and washed white in the blood of the
us, but let us strive to go to him. May his af-
ficted family and friends, while cherishng sadly
pleasing rccollcctions of his many virtues, be en-
abled TO resign him confidently into the hands
of Him who doeth all things we'll
lie has gone to his rest in the spring Of his life
While his path was strewn with flowers
Sweet be tho sleep of thy lov'd young husband,
swift be the passing hours
Yea, speed ye on ye sands OF life,
Nor loiter on the way
Sweet be the sleep Of thy lOv'd young husband.
In his narrow house of clay
The winter winds DER the mound shall sigh
That enshrines his holy dust.
But blest be the hope that bids thee cry,
Lord !! in Thee trust"
Cheer up, sad heart BIO not distressed,
For God himself has said
"They rest from their earthly labors best,
Yea, blest ale the righteous dead"
Who, who would not weep at his early doom,
Nor give him parting tear
Sweet be the sleep of thy ov'd young husband,
For he is gone to God to dwell forever there.
While "earth to earth" and 'dust to dust"
Is still the great command;
Lord, give the grace to kiss the rod,
And own Fathers hand.
The summer Dir DIS shall sing again,
And fragrant flowers shall bloom;
No Joys shall they bring to thy stricken heart
tbs buried in the tomb
Long years may yet confne thee here,
With thy sorrows and thy care;
Blest be the hour that calls thee home,
And bids thee meet him there.
There tears are dried ana sorrows cease,
And sickness meier intrudes;
And hopes that are bnilt on shifting sands
No trusting heart deludes.
Walk then in the sway that leads to lfe,"
His spirit bids thee come;
Sweet DO the sleep Of thy lov'd young husband,
Till ye meet at last at home.
His remains were deposited in the churchyard
at Mount Vernon. His funeral sermon was
preached by Rev. b. F. Clarkson, from list Co.
rinthions, 18th chapter, Goth verse.
A BROTHER.