Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1879-09-11
OBITUARY.

Died, afer two days illness, Of remitient fe-
yer, August goth, 1879, ut the residence Of her
parents, in this county, BESSIE, aged years
months and 10 days, only daughter and eldest
child Of J. r and A. K. Cecil.
As Summer lake, wooving with gentle song
the flowing margin OF its blue waters, o'ercast
by the quickly gathering cloud and tossed into
a wuiling moan by the sudden storm, leaving Of
the lovely, peaceful scene only the perfume OF the
bruised blossoms, 50 the gentle tide Of home joys
has been Swallowed and torn and the sweet roses
of the home circle been scattered by the death Of
this sweet child. The fair bud, 3 moment ago,
nourished by the dew Of q mothers fond care
and rejecting its beauties Of promised bloom
back 10 the gentle ripple her tender love, she'd
ding the sweets Of gay Prattle and merry play
about the hearthstone, giving gladness to
fathers heart and sportive giee to infant broth
ers, has been severed from the parent stem TO
unfold its fragrance in n cline ripping with the
sunlight Of the smile Of Him who took little chill
drcn in His arms and blessed them. few short
hours ago, her merry voice was making glad
music amid the birds and flowers of an earthly
sunny home To-day, the home prattle Of your
cherub-child, s0rrow-stricken mother, safe in
those arms Of blessedness. is changed to seraph
songs, sending back, II with the eye Of faith you
can look beyond the storm, sweeter chords to
memorys echo than ever gladdene1 your heart
on earth. The little feet, whose patter mingled
50 sweetly with the busy notes Of home sounds,
have climbed the ''golden stair" Of which you
have 50 often sung 70 her listening ear, and
while you weep IN bitterness Of heart that
she Is no more with you, the little form, In 'gar-
nents Of white" treads amid Heavens flowers
Of unchanging hue and ehild-angel's busy foot
stems echo TO the notes Of child-angel's harp as
Il tunes the glories aud love Of Him who said fof
such Is the Kingdomof Heaven ~ The dark storm
Of bereavement has broken over your home. weep
ing ones, the flowers Of JOY and promise are
bruised, but they send forth fragrance Of feel
ing, tenderly wooing you with its sweets to ever
keep in view the love, rest and home your dari-
ing has found beyond the river"
Bessie was intelligent and active beyond her
years sone Of those einging natures that wins love
from all IL Is brought into communion with, rs
the sweet-sceuted flower gains strength from the
outreaehing treIIis and that her short life shed q
CLEAN Of the sunshine q joyousness along the
pathway Of the many who were Won By her
winsome manners was fully shown in the weep
ing throng that followed; the eofined treasure 10
the little grave undseIfhe shadow Of the conse-
Grated walls. within which q few years before,
the ehrism Of baptism bathed the baby-brow and
the mother pressed hef hrst-born 70 her overaow-
ing heart with prayer pleading for It's future
the sruifion Of glad promise. sad, terribly sad,
10 see little coffin borne acrossAhe threshold, and
but for the merciful light that CLEANS far out
from that grave from which angels rolled The
stone and paints upon the darkest sky Of sorrow
that how of promise, 81 am the Resurrection and
the Life. I" no mother could look upon the eof-
fned form Of her beautiful child and her heart
not break. Hush, mourning ones Look 70
that bright sphere from which your darling bends
TO WOO Won with The glad hymns OF her new erea-
ton, to cast your ''bnrthen" upon Him who hath
said: Come Unto me all We that are weary and
heavy laden and win give Jon rest" Bessie ID
Beyond the pulses feveF-beating,
Safe at home, sweetnome.
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