The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1880-04-10
M mEnoRIAM OF JESSIE.


'tBeaatIiul hopes that have withered to dust, :,
Bright beams Of sunshine that have turned into rust
DIKp-March 30, 1880, JBSIE, daughter Of Wash
IpSton and Mary Lewis, aged 10 years.
"Be still and know that am God, - is the
message that comes TO us at this time, and In
The stiffness OF death we listen, remembering
His ways are not our ways. The home circle
has again been invaded, and the brightest
flower plucked from tender and loving
parents care. One for whom many bright
hopes were cherished, and around whom
their hearts most idolized affections were en-
twined, Just stepping from girlhood TO- wo-
manhood, the blow falls with crushing force
upon the father, mother, brothers, and their
hearts are bowed low in this terrible bereaye-
ment, and, stunned with anguish. they ask,
tphy must this be? "Let this cup pass fom me,
oh, my Father" The answer comes back,
What doest now thou shalt know hereafter,
II love thee, love thee, pas under therod."
A few weeks ago, while attending meeting
held by Mrs. L. o. Robinson, Jessie was led u
feel the need OF aSayiour. Not long after she
informed friend that she believed she had
been converted, and thus she passed into the
new birth, without which no one can see God
In peace. She was also concerned for other
dear ones, that they too,might love God and
connect themselves with the visible church on
earth. In very short time sickness laid bold
OF her, and in few days all was over. Jessies
life work was done. Among beautiful flowers
she lay robed for the grave. Many kind
friends gathered to pay the last tribute OF re.
spect TO the memory Of her they loved, and
none felt the loss more keenly than they, who
were so intimately associated with her in the
Sunday school and In the social circle, and Us
they gathered around her lifeless form and
sang "Whiter than snow their voices trem-
bled, and tears fell quick and fast as they
looked on what had been Jefsie. Mrs Robin.
son, who was present, spoke to them and
comiorted them with the words that Jessie
was not dead, that the form over which they
wept was not JeSsie-she was In heaven with
Jesus and 1t was not afar of, but very near,
and she was even then and always would
watch and beckon TO them come, come. Oh,
how lovingly she urged them to consecrate
their lives to his service, and take Jessles
Saviour for their Saviour too. May God
and she was borne by her young friends to
the city OF the dead, and among shrubs and
flowers Just bursting into new life, they laid
all that was earthly OF Jessie
"Under the elayey mound, under tho heaped up
We have only laid the c.skct, while the Jewel 4,
With God"
Yes, she has passed away from us; one more
added to the multitude which ST. John
saw, and whom no man could number, who
have washed theirrobes and made them white
in the blood OF the lamb. To-day We thank
God for the Christians hope that bridges the
grave, and We strive To look into the future.
Beyond the broad curtains Of blue,
Well hidden from curious eyes,
That gladly I1 glory and beauty would view,
Our heavenly heritage lies.
Beyond the rich star. jeEeled dome q
That glilterl With splOndor % grand
l. the city celestial, the STUNTS huAl home.
In Canaan, the Iong'ptomiSed land.
Beyond where, ia SettIng, lies Sun
Crowns with crimson the bills Of the west
when tho journey is done, when the days race run,
Lies the land where the weary hnd rest,
Beyond the dark waves Of the tide,
That Onward In Deaths channel roll;
WhIe the deep chilly waters % lilently glide,
Lies the homs Of the Glohaed soul.
Beyond and We patiently walt,
Till back the bSoad curtain Is rolled;
When the porter shall open tho mystical gate,
We SSall enter the city Of Gold.
D. NJ, ~.