Middletown transcript., 1877-07-28
OBITUARY.
There isa Reaper, whose name is Death,
And with his sickle keen,
He cuts the bearded grain at a breath
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There is.a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And VITA his sickle keen,
He cuts the bearded grain at a breath
And the flowers that grow between.
Again has the great reaper entered into our
fields, and cut down in our midst one who,
though Young, was ripe and ready for the
harvest CALEB NEwBoLD PRICE departed this
life, Friday, July goth, 1877, beloved and
mourned BY many sorrowing friends Never
was laid beneath the sod a fonder truer heart
Than his. He was devoted loving husband
and father, and throughout his entire life, had
been most dutiful son and aifectionate
brother loving his kindred with more than
ordinary love. His every Ihogght was Of
them and for them-happiest when in their
midst with all the dear faces about him.
Truly, 'Death loves shining mark Cut
off in all bis young vigorous manhood, With
but little warning, were it not that we see IN
it the all powerful hand Of omnipotence, we
might question why one, so necessary to his
church and home, should have been removed.
A few years ago the deceased united with the
church Of his parents, and since that time his
life has been one Of pure, consistent Christi
anity Protesting allegiance TO the cause of
Christ, he faithfully kept his VOWS and we
feel the blessed assurance that he has earned
and received the reward-a crown of ever
lssting life. How the highest, brightest
crowns Of this world sink into nothingness in
comparisonl With bis death the church has
met with loss that is felt deeply and keenly.
He was ever ready to give assistance when
needed, and discharged his duties as an Off
cial, faithfully and well. His familiar face
will be sadly missed from his accustomed seat
in the sanctuary, and his voice from our
hymns Of praise but we cannot wish him
back when we think of him singing the
''Dewsnew song where congregations ne'er
break up, and Sabbaths have no end.' In
the social circle there is broken link, that
we feel cannot be taken up and reIinked and
with sad hearts we think Of the cheerful coun-
tenance that we snail never more see, and
realize that we shall forever miss, in this
world, "the touch of a yanishe hand, and
the sound of voice that is stilln Many
hearts are full Of sympathy for the bereaved
ones who loved him, and whom he loved so
devotedly. Many petitions have assembled to
the Throne of Grace, that he who afflicts,
might sustain and strengthen their bleeding
hearts That this, another Gethsemane,
might be passed thro' with the cup rendered
less bitter that has been placed to the shrink
ing lips. We know "He doeth all things
well, and even when he chastens, he loves
his suffering children the more for their sut-
fering. May these grief-stricken ones realize
that their sorrow and pain gives them
greater claim upon his love ana care. II we
be like Christ, we must suffer, for he suffered
here and though he prayed, Father if it be
thy will let this cup pass from me- + yet with
Il quiet calm, "Thy will be DONE, He lifted
il to his lips aHd drained it 10 the bitter
dregs; and we, who hope III the end 10
''awake in his likeness. may God grant us
strength to follow that holy example. The
Saviour is very near to those lacerated hearts
who mourn so bitterly. Every Sigh, every
moan, 6nds au answer in his loving heart
and the Divine arm is pressed close around
them, and the Divine voice whispers, peace
be still, Lo am with you always" The
wounds which death has made, are very sore,
but the +Great Physician can and viii heal
them with his tender touch 'Blessed are
the dead who die in the Lord, " and as we
tenderly close his eyes and fold his hands
over his quiet breast, and lay him
away in the still churchyard, let US not think
of him aelying lonely and cold beneath the
clods, but his body gathered into the warm
embrace of kind Mother Earth, and his ran
somed soul greeting the dear father who
passed away so short time before nim.-
Though be suffered bitter grief here, it is all
at an end they have, ere this, clasped hands
in the New Jerusalem, Where pafung is not
known oh blessed reunion Of father and
son, what joy must be among the angels be-
cause of It'll "He giveth His beloved Sleep"
and to this, His faithful servant He has
given The last quiet, blessed sleep to awaken
only 10 Heaven, where there is no night, for
''lhe Lamb is the light thereof" Oh, happy
day when we, like him, shall cross the mys-
terious vale of the shadow of death, and find
ourselves safe in that Eternal City, where
'the wicked cease from troubling and the
weary are at rest" N.