Nebraska advertiser., 1877-11-15
DIED.

Brownville, Nebraska, Novem ber
10th, 1877, of pueTperaI convulsions,
MRS. MOLLIE HOLIDAY SMITH, aged
% years. wife of DELOss T. SMITH.
The deceased was eldest child of
DOCTOR A. 5. and LUCRETIA HoL-
LADAY, two of the oldest citizens OF
this place. She was born in Oregon,
Holt county. Missouri, October q,
1852, and with her parents came to
Brownville November I'd, 1856, where
she resided continuously until the
day of her death.
Mollie Hollsday and Deloss Smith
were married December 23d, 1875. The
pathway along life's journey to them,
was lighted by the MONDAY sun, and
led Through green pastures and be-
side still waters" until clouded and
darkened by the fell Destroyer. New
er SO thrillingly sad message passed
from mouth to mouth as that on Sat
urday morning ast-"MolLie Smith
is dead 90 Only a few hours had in
tervened, when in bouyant life and
health, herself, husband and intimate
relations, waited the realization of
that ideal in marital life-a first
born" Suddenly the hlissful cup was
torn from lips, and wife, mother, and
fathers image, side by side, slept in
the cold embrace of Monster Death.
The fearful shock was felt by the en-
tire community.
The last sad rites and respects of |
earth are paid. Relatives, friends and |
neigh bors meet and mingle sympa-
thetic tears floral offerings are pre- |
sented; te Deums uttered; the long |
procession OF mourners move slowly
to funeral time of tolling bell, and all
that is mortal is laid away in yonder
church yard, meath the spreading
branches of stately oak. Then, with
tranquil and submissive hearts, they
turned away and left her with God"
the belief that "in the De-
stroyer's steps there spring up bright
creations that His dark path becomes
the way of light" In that lonely spot
winter winds sighing through forest
limb and leaf, will chant requiems.
and, summer suns and falling dews
warm into being the greensward to
carpet the spot where loved ones sleep.
unto the resurrection morn.
One whose heart throbs for others
woes" would fain indite "In Me-
But -
"* faltering fingers drop the pei,
And wordless thoughts keep lips DUMB.
What can we write? What can we say:
Those better skilled would need to pause
For words to make the dead seem
All the living was.
And praiseful phrases-line on line,
Can naught of worth or beauty lend
To her for whom we mourn
As Ti'e, daughter, sister. friend"
While young in years, the departed
was one of the oldest residents of city,
county and state. "Mollle Holiday"
was a name as familiar with our peo-
pie as household words. She grew
up among Us from infancy to woman
lood-twenty two years. "Was known
% our schools, churches, social gath
erings and homes" None knew but
10 love-none named but to praise"
her. Not because she was of rich
'amily, or high lineage; but for her
own sake" Because she was lovely,
Kind, gentle, radiant and of good re-
Dute. Her form and face will be seen
no more; her voice heard no more.
But her memory will be precious and
In that better land-"over
will wait and watch
Tor those she loved here-"Father, l
will that they whom thou has given
me here, be with me where am"
'She hath seen her happy day
She hath had her bud and blossom.
Now she pales and shrinks away,
Earth, unto thy gentle bosom.
She hath done her bidding here"
FRIEND.