Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1876-07-22
OBITUARY.

OBITUARY.
At "Fruit Hill" near Kearneysville,
JEFF. Co., w. Va, on July the 3rd,
1876, after years lingering of con-
sumption, Mrs. MARY E. JOHN
STON, consort of Geo. w. Johnston,
aged A years, months and days.
Deeply we feel our loss, but We hope
our loss is Der gain. How sad and
lonely is the home of her children whom
she has left to strive to meet her in that
blissful abode. Prior to her death she
raised her hands heayenward and said
"God have mercy. Come, precious Sa-
viour, do come, I am ready, and only
waiting to 90. Come just now! She
then told her surrounding friends "the
Lord has come and ! am now going.
A few DAYS before she died she called
her children to her bedside, and said
to them "you must all be good, for l
will not be with you long to take care
of You. wonld like to stay and take
care of you all, but if it is the Lords
will, l ain ready and willing to so at
his call"
She is greatly missed, for she was a
kind and loving mother, good aud
gentle sister She was loved by every
one.
Friends OF the household, early one
morning, were summoned by melodi-
Gus voice to the bed room, where she
was quietly sleeping, but sweetly sing
ing aloud, and some time before that,
she awakened herself and others by
singing farewell hymn, Farewell dear
sisters and dear brothers !"
She has gone where no rude blast
can e'er reach her. The Lord doeth all
things well, and has taken fadeless
flower to bloom IN the land OF beauty
rare. A great void has been left in our
hearts-a dreary emptiness yet We
mourn only for ourselves for we know
that our father hath need of these flow
erets rare to bloom in the garden above.
Rest thee Mother, sweetly slumber
Rest from earthly care and pain
Time speeds on with countless number,
In that land where you now reign.
Years will pass thee without notice,
Thoust no need to think OF time,
Could'st thou dream of earthly pleas
ures
In world that's So sublime.
To form of all far dearest,
Mother can | say farewell?
Yet God called thee to that mansion, q.
Babe death toll the fatal bell.
Now, alas, I'm broken hearted;
Sorrow dwells within our home,
Burning tears in vain have started,
For to us you cannot come.
Childhood years I'll ere remember,
There is naught so dear to me,
They are full of untold sutferings,
Scared TO thy memory.
Mother we will ne'er forget thee,
Could my heart forget its pride,
You'll remain as dear TO me
AS you were the day you died.
Though now your form lies still and
cold,
And sleeps in deaths embrace,
My Mothers name from memorys
Iage,
Time never can efface.
Your flowers ] brought you day by day,
Till thou from earth vert riveu,
Ere Angels waited you away
To those bright realms Of heaven.
I'll bring them now in after years,
And strew them DER your grave,
With heart by anguish rent in twain,
And eyes suffused with tears.
What is home without our Mother.
IT'S our cottage robbed OF flowers,
Where our broken bleeding hearts
VIII spend many lonely hours.
We have laid her in her sileu: grave,
Our Mother, dear, to rest,
We hope her longing spirit now
Is number ed with the blest.
Heaven retaineth our treasures,
Earth the lonely casket keeps,
And the snow flakes love TO llngcr
Where our darling Mother sleeps.
In the silent grave she is sleeping,
Where the green sward wave,
Lies our darling Mother,
In the dark and silent grave.
But her soul has gone to Jesus,
Gone to join the holy throng,
In that bright and blissful region,
We may learn her happy song.
When she crossed that darksome river
Jesus cheered her lonely way,
Upward TO the fields of Eden,
To the fadeless realms of day.
ii. Z. J.
I
OBITUARY.
Died, near Kerneysville, Monday eve
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