The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1883-06-27
OBITUARY..
MRS. MARY v. sTRAUGHAN.

Leaves have their time to fall
And flowers to wither at the north winds breath,
And stars 70 set-but all.
Thou hast sill seasons for thine own, o Death"
We are called upon to chronicle the sud
den death of Mrs. Mary V. Straughan, wife
of Mr.. J. C. Strsughan, and eldest daughter
of Mr.. and Mrs. j. c. Shoemaker, of this
city. The sad and sudden event occurred
yesterday, the Odd inst, at 5 o'clock and
thirty minutes p. m, at the town of West
Point, Miss. The deceased was native Of
Indiana, born in Perry County in the year
1851, and was in the thirty-second year of
her age. She leaves two children, a girl and
boy, the former four years and the latter
two years of age. Mrs. Straughan died
in ohild-bed. In that supreme hour
when giving birth to child,
when every motherly feeling is aroused and
the hottest emotions OF the soul center upon
the infant immortal, the mother yields up
her spirit, and the sacred Joy which the
birth OF child brings to the home is hushed,
while sobbing sorrow fills all hearts with
gloom. Mr.. Straughan, the husband OF the
deceased, civil engineer, went to Mississip.
pi last fall to engage in building railroad,
his wife accompanying him. Her doting
parents, brothers and sister, will see hernever
again-the joyous affectionste daughter
and sister that she was when she babe them
go0d-by. Her remains will be brought to
this city for burial. Mrs. Straughan was a
lady of rare accomplishments. Literally
educated, she had a fOndness for
literary pursuits, and her beauti-
full thoughts in charming phrase have
often in the past embelished the columns
of the Sunday Sentinel. AS conversation
alist few were more entertaining. Her voice
was musical and captivating, and her pres
ence made her home bright and beautiful.
But the luster has departed from her eyes
and the smile from her countenance has van
ished. Her voice is hushed in death. The
loving wife, the doting mother, the affec-
tionRte daughter and sister is cold in the
embrace of death. Bereaved relatives will
mourn the departure of one so dearly be-
loved. 1t can not be otherwise-nor should
it be; but there should be no repinings. The
battles and sorrows of life are over. Only
rest for the departed.
''They visit US in dreams;
They glide above our memories
Like shadows over streams"
Better still, the living know that their
loved ones though dead, are not lost. They
are the inhabitants of better and brighter
world, where sorrows, sickness, pain and
death are not known, and as we weep
. The cloud gives way
And new light comes trembling through its
shade;
| We weep till al our grief is gone, and day
Again is pure above u.s."
Who of all the beresved would call their
loved ones beck to life? None. 1t is so
ordered, thank God that sorrow gives place
at last to holy resignation. The dead will
not come to us; we shall go to them, and
the rapture born of faith that We shall meet
again where separations never come is a
Aforementioned panacea for the pangs
which death iDhicts.
For none return from those quiet shores
! Who cross with the boatmsn cold and PALE
We hear the dip Of the golden oars,
| And catch CLEAN Of the snowy sail,
And To- they have passed from our yearning heart;
They cross the stream. and are gone for aye;
| We may not sunder the veil apart
That hides from our vision the gates of day;
| We only know that their barks no more
Nay sail with us DER life's stormy sea,
Yet somewhere. know, on the unseen Shore
They watch and beckon and wait for me.
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