Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1881-05-27
DE a THS


whom she and her devoted husband, by the
aid of God, reared to be family Of model
children, she survived TO see her youngest
child, Ia son. aged just twenty years, dying
on his birthday. She was meek and patient
in afiliction, having been sorely afflicted for
several months preceding her DEATH which
was unexpected sudden, easy and Tranquil.
She lived Il devoted life, was kind, loving
mother, dutiful wife, a good neighbor, and
though not an active member Of the church
we believe she was Christian The day
previous 10 her death she completed pair
Of socks, got up and put them away say
ing "Well, ! am done" TO the very last
moment, ere the dread messenger laid its
chilling hand on her, paralyzing her sensi-
blities. she was planning for the welfare of
her dear ones. The night before she died
she requested her children to retire and OBJ
tain rest, saying that she was going to do
likewise;
"And in the chill before the dawning,
Between the night and morning."
Jesus came, and quietly her spirit passed
away to the arms and refuge of loving
Saviour and 10 Him who gave it.
How often have we participated in her
genial hospitality and enjoyed the society
of her family-circle, now, alas broken, to
be repaired we hope, in that happier cline
"Where those long parted meet again
Meet again to part no more"
The father and sister of the deceased
mother died recently, and every day we live
we realize more fully that earth is not our
abiding place, and that Heaven is more at
tractive because our loved ones are gathering
there on the banks of the beautiful river
waiting for dear friends TO cross DER.
Though our hearts are sorely wrung with
grief over the loss of mother we are not be-
reft OF hope.
"The various ills of this world,
Without hope could not be borne,
"Pis the fond charm Of hope bestowed
That lightens every Christians load"
Her funeral was preached from the Bird
chapter OF Poverbs, 18th verse "Her ways
are ways of pleasantness and all her paths
are peace" which she selected few weeks
before, after which her remains were inferred
in the family cemetery, followed to the grave
by the bereaved family, sympathizng rela-
tlves, and an immense concourse of people
Oh it is sad TO think that her children
will no more see their mother in this life
no more will they receive her words of adj
vice and comfort-no more can her hand
administer TO their wants as il did from their
helpless infancy up to years Of maturity,
through all the vicissitudes of her life But
it is useless and unchrstian for us to greve
as those who have no hope, for God DEGREES
all things for the best That mother is done
with the fading joys and Affections of earth
and is now at rest. What remains for us to
do is to endeavor in every ordeal of life to
live in obedience to Gods commandments
and sacred oraces, so that when the sum-
mons of the angel OF death comes to each of
us we may be prepared to meet our dear
mother in realms Of endless love and life.
rt A FRIEND.
Faithful to the memory of our dear de-
parted friend, j. CLAYTON BALL, who
was separated from us by the grim monster,
death, on the 10Th of March, 1881, in the
goth year Of his age.
The deceased, at the time of his death,
was consistent member of the Catholic
church, at Rockville, in this county.
His death, though anticipated for many
weeks, was an arrow which pierced the heart
of his poor mother and cast gloom over her
which will likely go with her through this
vale of tears until she too shall be called to
pass over the river of death, and there un-
der the tree Of Immortality she can clasp
her dear boy in fond embrace. lie was con
veyed on the 18th utimo from his once
lovely and endeared home, followed by his
heart-brolSen mother, weeping relatives and
sorrowing friends, to the Catholic cemetery
at Rockville, there to remain until the trump
OF God shall sound and the great judgment
day dawn on this beautiful earth
Mr. Ball was loved by all; no one knew
him who did not love and admire his dis
position; he was gentle, winning and at
traptiva in hic
characterize the dear young man is mag
net Transforming transmitting beauty, chang
ing the beholder and admirer into his own
likeness. it was that beauty imperishable,
untading, all other forms of beauty fade
and die. We have seen in early morn the
beautiful flower smiling in the sunlight in
its freshness, studded with pearly dew drops,
and at noon we have seen it droop and die
We have seen fields and forests, crops and
fruits all blighted by the frosts of night.
We have seen in few moments the splendor
and glory of sunset scene overcast with
cloud and tempest; all these are perishing
beauties, though they have saddening in
1uence, yet what are all these compared to
the beauty of godliness which is durable as
the rays of the sun and ms lasting rs the
twinklings of the stars. 1t will shine not
only in this world, but prominently forth
in the royal diadem of Gods eternal throne
on high.
To see young man like Mr.. Ball, the Joy,
hope and pride Of his mothers heart, in the
beninning of life, under the blightning touch
of disease grow pale and cold in death, is
heart-rending in the extreme, yet such is
life, nothing lasting here, all is vanity and
vexation Of spirit Mr. Ball passed away
when manhood's morning was reaching to-
wards noon and while the shadows. were
still falling towards the west, yet after all il
may be best, just in the happiest, sunniest
hour Of his voyage through life, while eager
winds are kissing every sail, to dash against
the unseen rock and in an instant hear the bill
lows roar above a sunken ship, for whether
in midsea or among the breakers of the
farther shore a wreck must mark at last the
end of each and all. Life is narrow vale
between the cold and barren peaks of two
eternities. We strive in vain To look be-
You'd the heights, we cry aloud and the
only answer is the echo of our wailing cry.
From the voiceless lips of the unrepying
dead, there comes no word but in the night
OF death hope sees a star and listening love
can hear the rustic of wings Mother, rela-
tves and friends, he is gone
"A precious one from us has gone,
A voice we loved is stilled;
\ place is vacant in his home,
Which never can be filled,
lie is now happy, joyous and smiling,
In his new and beautiful home;
Where free from earthly affection,