The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-11-21
Obituary.

Once more has the cold monster, death
entered the eastern part of our city and
his chill breath is felt in the happy home
of Mr.. Ellis X. Smith, robbing il Of MS
pride and Joy.
Little Csppie, the 6rst-borp of the
three children who so frightened and
che~red the fond hearts and hopes Of the
loving parents, was taken, after an illness
of only one week. Sad, indeed, and lone
~ must that home be without his sweet
face; and to hear the little sisters say.
brothers gone"
Few children of his age welded the in
tiuence wherever known that little Cappie
did. He was the very light and life of his
home. N him seemed conferred all the
bright hopes and anticipations of his pa
rerts But alas for human expectations.
Ii was not Gods plan TO leave such a
bright, pure, little soul as Csppie's to
dwell very long on this wicked earth, that.
perchance. it might be tainted with its vile
breath. God, in his wise providence, had
mapped out a more brilliant future Tor
him than all this world could afford.
Few bows manifest such traits OF charac-
ter as Cappie possessed. Always gentle
and affectIOnate with whoever he came in
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sick, having just completed his sixth year,
he started to the public school with the
greatest ambition for his books and to
please his teacher. The superior intellect,
strict obedience and loving WAYS mani
tested there soon made him the favori,e
with both teacher and pupils. He showed
great interest in the instructions of his
sunday school teacher. Often when he
returned home would he inquire into the
mysteries Of the other world, anxious
to know more about God. Two or three
DAYS before he died, the sad intelligence Of
the death of his little friend and playmate.
Katie Coitrell, was received. When twas
announced to him, he looked comfOrtingly
at his mamma and said: 90. Katie is a
little angel in heaven now" and "Do you
think I'll die, too, mammal Alb, YES, the
question was too soon answered, though
his mamma would not for moment allow
the thought OF being separsied from her
loved one enter her mind. She too soon
realized that God had called him and no
earthly hand Guild stay their darling from
His divine command, "Come up higher"
Thus sveetly and without struggle he
closed his eyes TO the scenes of this life but
to open the m in that brighter and happier
world where i'm the compaDionship of Jesus
and the holy angels he will dwell forever
more.
At the funeral the following very aPpro-
pirate little song was swee;ly sung by
four little girl friends:
Where the merry birds are singing,
Where the fOwerets gently wave,
There the loved and lost are sleeping
In the cold and silent grave.
Oh we lay MIN there in sadness.
While our hearts are filled with pain,
But We know that in the morning.
We shall meet him once again.
CHORUS.
Where the angels bright are singing,
Where no sorrow e'er can come,
We shall NEE, our cherished loved one
In that bright eternal home.
Death has taken many loved one
From our homes and fond embrace;
But the hour of Joy is coming,
When we'll meet him fac t. face.
Healing balm for wounded spirits!
For the Lord 1ill soon appear,
And within His glorious kingdom
We shall meet our friend 80 dear.
EMS.