Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1883-12-16
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Frank n. CruSe-Died December s. iSSS
As a tribute to the memory of him who, in the
brief period of his young life formed for himseI
n lasting place in the hearts of all with whom he
moved, these lines are written with the tenderest
Of reverence. Ties of friendship, often broken
in petulance or impulse, are as often rewelded in
forgiveness and reconciliation; but broken by
death, they are forever snapped asunder, and the
loser Is he who remains behind, and thus in the
death of FRANK n. CRUISE circle of friends has
lost ITS center. just on the bOrderland of man
hood, he had but TO stretch forth his hand TO gre
the tulillment of his youths promise. but the
Shadow of Death onveloped him ere he was aware.
lie was possessed of a noble and superior nature
which lifted him above the common place, and
he stood IN the yam rather than among those who
ner, pure in thought and purpose gentle and
courteous to all, he endeared himself by the sub
Tie charm OF his presence to those with whom he
came in contact. Himself, hardly recovered from
ms hrst great sorrow, is in turn untimely taken
AND IntoId grief ana sorrow lolEw his
Infinite jest and merriment-we can only pom
der upon the mystery by which he IS transformed
from this TO cold and inanimate clay. Nature s
law seems to haye been reversed, for paIsied age
still lives while tender youth falls before the
thy, though at fOod-tide in the hearts of dear and
intimate friends rendered TO the loving mother
hearts bowed down. Nothing more tender and
appropriate to his memory could have been writ
Of his gifted lady friends, and they more tly ex-
press the gentle attributes of his character than
has been done in the faint tribute above. The
lines in question are his words, as nearly as
remembered:
There has been one amonSu US
So full of Joy and mirth,
1t scarcely seemed that he was treading
Inc weary paths Of earth.
His step was ever joyous
Eis smile was always bright,
His voice was full of sweet accord
II ell whom his words were light.
Each little deed did tell
The kindness of his heart
One scarce could believe he eer had known
Aught but iifc's SUMMER part.
Yet early he had learned
That life is but dream,
Willis joys, the brightest here below,
vi heaven are but CLEAN.
When first he met with sorrow
II was deep, deep blow,
Yet sought he not for consolation
Nor comfort here below.
For blessings past thanked God,
Nor mUTmured at this void,
So many undeserved years
of happiness unallOyed.
In the recess of his heart
He locked his own grief up,
Another dear one thus he helped
To drink her fuller cup.
lie mover thought of self,
OF her " host life was biighted;
=" Let me endure double loss,
Let them be reunited
oft when his heart grew weary
He'd longt to glide from life,
Aud wake in that blcst land above
Where never more j. strife.
- 10 feel so, is not right, -
He'd say, " know tbs meet
That he who labors faithfully
Win find reward were sweet"
lie labored cheerfuly,
He bore his burden well,
Nor dreamed how soon the Lord would come
And take him there to dwell
He feared not the sudden call
To the Land of Peace and Love,
His spirit was too pure for earth,
1t needs must soar above.
Our hearts do sadly mourn:
We miss him from our side;
Lord, keep us SO to live, that we
May all with Thee abide
MEsIPHIS. December 1. W r R