The Wichita city eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1872-1883, 1883-03-15
KIND WORDS.

Many have been the kind letters received
by us; letters ladened with sentiments Of
the most delicately expressed sympathy for
the loss of our little girl; letters from
almost forgotten friends, and from men Of
the world whom we did not know had ever
been BY eorrow touched, but all assuring us
of sympathy that words could not convey.
Although unanswered hadn't the heart
we assure each that their words fell like q
melody which will linger many days. One
OF these letters IL from man known SO well
in this COMMUNICATIVE was great favor
ito with our child-and is SO filed with beau
tiful thought, besides speaking of others SO
well known, that we cannot refrain from CIV
ing It in full:
STOCKTON, CAL, March o, 1883.
Ky Dear Friends 1T is with the deepest
sorrow that read in the Emporis Neps this
morning Of the death OF your dear little
Tangle. was going to write you consrat-
ulatory word on the birth Of your baby boy.
but am too sad. I thought "a much Of her
Life is, indeed, like April weather: sunshine
and shadows comminging. Your ''Valen-
tire" supplanted the genius Of your home.
think Kansas hard upon young life. Many
devoted hearts In Wichita have sorrowed.
I cannot forget the little graves Of Hareis,
Stanley, Tucker, Rogers, and oh how many
others; "thc green mountain tops Of far
of world" as the poetic jean Paul Richter
called them. am 20 glad that Tangle re-
mcmbered me with New Years cards embel-
lished with spring flowers: the snow drop,
daisy, crocus and primrose. They are to me
the pictures Of spiritual realities, the hero
glyphics In the alphabet Of divine language.
And now that the bright form, surmounted
by golden curis and radiant with the life
within, has gone to sleep beneath the violets.
shall ever look at her through this floral
memento OF her love. How comfortless
would the negations OF Infdelity be to you
now that that your mind is enteavoring to
follow, with all its powers, the track Of your
departed loved one. sTangie 10 not to you ~
the leaf torn from the parent stem, oras the
fame blown out, but rather rs the perennial
flowers of the garden and the meadow which
die down from sight but live still enfbred in
the soil out of which they originally came.
She 10 not dead, but sleepeth. You and I
NAV live for years, as the oak lives through
the centuries of growth, TO be utilized ~
timber trees for beams and boards In the
framework of society. isut Tangle was for
the conservatory whose initial leaves and
flowers are crowaed with the glories Of the
final. She developed the beauties OF charac.
ter in premature years.
And now she has gone; no. not gone.
Time and space cannot carry her from your
home. The loved one is always with ms, and
even nearer from being dfsembodied. She
will come into your home as tn, Master did
into the presence Of the disciples: through
unopened doors. She will ride with you "a
your office, and play upon the lawn. l sec
her stiIl, ~ I saw her last, and love heI
through my tears. She ia to me real. an
not loving an abstraction, departed fash o.
light; but soul. n soul with an unquench'
able consciousness, capable OF fellowship
independent, possibly, Of physical mediums
Take her 10 your heart Of hearts more thar
ever. Don't think 90 much Of her being In
worlds beyond - with you In the EAGLx'f
uest--your home in Wichita May God bs
with YOU in this trial. Get the lesson out Of
t.: know Him who holds In His embraes
your treasure, and when Il comes my turn
/ and yours to beQusath 70 the grave it, right
nul heritage Of dust, may our spirits meet II
lGod's great realm Of kiugiy nstures, is tn
desire OF yours Accidentally;