The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1880-12-02
OBITUARY,

osTEELE-At Wellston, Oct. ?, 1880, Mrs. Margaret
C. steele, wife of William Steele. She aged 27
years, month and days.
The deceased leaves husband and three children,
and many other friends, to for thus off
in youthful life and the bereaved have the sympathy
of their neighbors and friends.
JoNEs-In Jackson, of diphtheria, Clarence Jones,
little son of Henry and MoIie Jones' aged 2l months
and l3 days.
Little Clarence born the 18th day of January,
1879, and died the 25th day of October, 1885, Clar
ence was bright, beautiful, quiet docle. and admi
rabe little child. To the parents he unique. By
reason of his little tenderness of affection, and early
buildings of reason and wisdom, he had endeared
himself very much to his parents. Clarence the
child of their YOUTH the hope the family, the
only and lovely child. In the family circle, little
Clarence was always the most conspicuous object.
His heart was warm with life, and his little hands
were always busy. The hearth always bright
with the sunshine of his little happy face, and The
rooms vocal with his delightful voice. But not
to-day-where is the burning heart and busy hands;
where are the cleaning eyes, and where the melting
voice; oh where the happy face? All, me, the burn
ing heart is cold the busy hands motonless; the
cleaning eyes dim; the hearth once bright with
the sunshine of his happy face is darkened the rooms
vocal with his delightful voice is SILENT and his
familiar face is gone, yes
1.-THE house is dark the house is sad,
In the parents hearts sits grief the guest
Unbidden and unblest."
'They miss the music of voice
1hat warDied once so sweet:
The sparkle of two laughing eyes,
The patter of two feet.''
Death has come into the house, and has struck at
the dearest object of the parents aectionlttle Car
ence, who had endeared himself to them, and whose
name had twned itself around their hearts, and with
his ruthless hands torn him from their embrace.
But parents, you should not mourn those having
no hope; your should be moderated by the
reflection that your loss is his gain He has been
moved and is forever beyond the possibilities of hu
life And appropriate the words of the poet,
Short was his life the longer Is III his rest; ,es
Who s born to-day: and dies tomorrow,
Bereaved parents what source of comfort and salts
faction reflection that your child has taken
away from the evils of this present fe spend thoss
years heaven which he would had he lived, spent
in this world of sin and How delightful and
tranquiizing the thought, that he has escaped the
perils and trials of this world, and has winged his
flight better cline, to bask forever in the sun
light the presence of his Redeemer in that snless
and painless land. How gratifying the idea that that
tender and lovely child that you began to cherish and
foster, has been graciously removed from all the
sbities of life to the paradise above, there to -four
ish in endless and unfading glory.
Were the intervening veil removed for little time,
could your offspring among those whose robes
made white in the blood of the Lamb, and among
the sweet voices which sing the perpetual song of
demption could be heard the voice of your child.
How gratifying the thought, mother, that you have
become the mother of a little songster before the
throne of God let the thought that offspring is
amid the beatitudes and the blessedness of the
heavenly world, sinless in character, deathess in
life robed in better than royal garments richer and
blessed than it could have been if all the crowns
OF earth could been put upon it's head, enable
you to acquiesce and say:
Fare thee well, first and fairest,
Dear Clarence fare thee well!
God, who lent thee, has recalled thee
Back, with Him and His to dwell.
Twenty moons their silver lustre,
Only DER thy brow have she'd
When thy spirit Joined the seraphs,
And thy dust the dead.'
Z. w. LLOYD.