Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1879-04-02

In Knox township. on Thursday, March 9Th
1879. Rlvira Elizabeth, daughter Of Robert
and Sarah Hunter, aged 3 years, months an'
days.
Thou hast gone and left US, Ella
oh thy loss we deeply feel
But twas God who did beroaye US,
lie eau all our sorrows heal.
Thou didst suffer much on earth, Ella,
But thy su1erings now are DER
And we hope that We will meet you
On tha, bright and peaceful shore
Alas how changed that lovely flower,
Which bloomed and eheerod our hearts,
Fair feetlng comfort Of an hour
How soon we're called to part.
She died In Jesus, and Il blesii
How calm her slumbers are
From suffering and from kid stlsased,
And freed from every snare.
Why should you yox your soul or fast
No more she'll visit youj
Your soul will mount to heaven nj last,
And there your Ella view S. NJ
In Bell township, after protraeted illness, OF
Thursday, February goth, 1879, Horace, onl,
child Of Henry IL. McGhee, and Ollie, his lat
wife, aged years, 10 months and 20 days
In the death Of this little boy Mr.. McGhee hal
been called to part with the last member Of hi
family. j, Is but three years since bis wife Oil
daughter Of James McMurray) fell victim L
consumption, in one year after marriage, ieavinI
to his care little Horace, then helpless babe.
seemed from that time a double share Of love wa
lavished upon him, and, being taken into tn
hearts and home Of Mr.. McGhee's parents, the,
fairly idolized the bright promising child Fo
almost four years his life was interviewer Will
theirs. and in many sweet and nameless ways b.
won their fondest affection. His infancy was pc
culiarly FREQ from ills, and the promise Of nan
hood was al that could be desired. But boV
Oman is the flower in It's full aush Of maturit,
gathered by the destroyer and the bud scarce IN
folded when blightipg is nearest
Those who recall little Horace as he playe'
about bis home, or followed his father or oihe
mem bers Of the family, as they superintended th'
affairs Of business, will remember the joyou
light Of his largo lusirous eyes, his sprighu,
speeches, and winning ways. Ho was genera
fayOrito, and being an only child, and molherless
was the pet Of the home. Truly It was no com
mon trial to loco such child and to have sucl
strong tics sundered. Death empties the home
bu, not the heart that keepsits darling safe ever
though out OF sight. How many know thfougl
bitter experience the ache Of utter loneliness ih
silence never broken by the sound Of q voice W
still keep listening for the longing for the sof
touch Of vanished hand or the waiting for tn
patter Of little feet that come not again. An em
lnent writer has said, "the largest household il
the world Is the great household Of the souow
Ing" In almost every home is stored ava.
among It's most cherished treasures, few broker
toys, a half worn cap, pair Of tiny shoes, al
tell story too deep for tears. Such a woun'
cannot be bound up but by sayiours hand.
These are his ways to draw Us nearer TO him
and only the hand that takes the treasure cal
heal aud sanclify the sorrow. We sknow that Co
is good and doth not willingly aflict. These ar
gathered home that we might hear the voice o
Jesus; that our old on earth might be loosene'
and the real object of existence here be presse'
upon our attention. Why weep for those Wit
have early gone to rest, With the nov wilhere'
flowers minglins with their dust. They are safe
Weep rather that our pilgrimage is through
world of temptation and sin, and that much o
its dross and mildew will stain our garments or
we lay life's burden down. May God in mere.
mark US for his own
"And bring us at last to our Fathers house,
To our Fathers house In the skies;
Where the hope Of our soul shall have no blight
And eur loyeno broken ties.
We shall roam on the banks Of the river Of peace
And bathe in the blissful tide
And one Of the joys Of our heaven shall be
The little boy that died" II.