Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1873-08-26
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Died, on August the l7th, NErTIE. youngest
daughter of John M and Melinda CARRIER aged
l year, | month and Is days.
On the 18th of August, at the residence of his
parents in Bath county, SAMUEL MERLE infant
child of VIM. 81. and Susan B. McDannald.
At Lynchburg, on August 18th, CLARA A.
LLOYD of Covingtop, Allegheny county, Va.
On August 18th. in Montgomery county, Va,
Mrs. ELvIRA b. PEYToN, widow of Mr.. B. 81.
Peyton, and daughter of G.. w. Munford of
Richmond.
On August 9Th, near Staunton, LILLE ELLEN,
eldest daughter of Edward and Lizzie Fielder,
aged years, 10 months and days.
On the 10th of August, at the residence of his
parents in Augusta county, JAMES WILLIAM,
only child of Crawford W. and NJ Eliza Simms,
aged months. In the death of this lovely babe
these young parents are deeply bereaved of their
hearts best earthly hopes and dearest affections.
But the Savior has folded the Lamb to His bo.
som, and says, "suffer little children to come
unto Me, and forbid them net; for of such is the
kingdom of God. D***s
Mrs. KATE AUGUSTUS, wife of Capt. VIM.
]. Wash. was born June %, 1858, was married
July 9, 1873. died August 4, 1873.
We bad the pleasure of knowing Mrs. Wash
for many years. For several years she was a
Among her schoolmates she was always kind,
gentle, afectionate To her teachers always
courteous and respectful, cheerful and
faithful in the discharge of her duties. Each
day of her school life was continued record of
that kindness of heart and gentleness of spirit
which endeared her to so many warm and de-
voted friends in the circle in which she moved.
Also child, sporting about the hearth stone,
| or as the more matured daughter, sharing the
cares and duties of the household she was the
same kind, devoted sister, the afectionate, ODE
dient daughter.
But all these gifts of nature were graced and
crowned by that pearl which is beyond all price
true religion-the ornament of q meek and
hat Orpq ioh
throws its mantle of beauty over character and
robes and decks it for the skies. During the re-
vival here In December last, she was happily
converted to God, and amid the songs of Zion
was welcomed into the fold of Christ From
then to the hour of her death, she was ever
found in the path of Christian duty, and walk
ing in the commandments of her Lord We
shall never cast our eyes on the choir of which
she was so faithful member, without missing
the appearance of her form and the melody of
her song.
On the evening of the 9th of July last, she
stood at the bridal altar, and then and there as
a blooming bride so iull of hope and lifes young
dreams. she, with her young husband, mingled
| amid the sweet reunions and warm congratula-
tions of that festive hour. With Affection fond
kiss and Friendships warm wishes, parents and
friends resigned her to her new and holy es-
tate'' with bright hopes for her long and happy
future. But alas alas! within less than one
short month, the bridal scene in the once happy
home is replaced by throng of mourners weep
ing over her bier. The light and joy of the bri-
dial hour are changed into the darkness and
gloom of the grave. How sudden and how sad
is this bereavement! 1t casts its dark shadow
| over weeping household and bures their fond
hopes of her bright and happy future earth.
1t pierces like iron the soul Of her young hus-
band and consigns to the tomb the dearest treas
ure and brightest hope Of his earthly life. His
best friend-his wisest counsellor-his purest Joy
of earth is more. But she still lives-lives
beyond the storms and sorrows Of earth--lives
amid the fragrance and bloom the bliss and
beauty of Paradise. Now with the blood wash
ed throng she awaits our coming. Let husband
| parents and kindred all meet her there-there
on the green banks of the beautiful river
Il am waiting by the river,
And my heart has waited long,
Now l think hear the chorus,
Of the angels welcome song;
Oh I see the dawn is breaking
On the hill-tops of the blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary Re at rest
They are launching on the river,
From the calm and quiet shore;
And they soon will bear my spirit
Where the weary sigh no more,
For the tide is swiftly flowing,
And long to greet the blest
Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary be at rest"