The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1884-01-04
DIED.
kELLEY-In Deer Lodge, Dec. 90, 1888, of
diphtheria, William Warren Kelley second
son OF Mr. and Mrs. r. S. Kelley, aged IL
Ssars and ! 8 days

1 II. .. ", IN
1-~Ssars and l 8 days.
When death comes once and again into
our homes, and strikes down relentlessly the
beauty and pride of young life, we can but
recall the words:
| "Oh, sir, the good die FIRST
And they whose hearts are cry as summer dust,
! Burn TO the sockets"
| The problem of life, which absorbs us, then
gives place to the mystery of death. Look
| at 1t as we will, death Is a sad, terrible fact
Especially is it so when boyhood, just look
ing into the opening years of manhood, is
not permitted to realize its promise, and the
young life is closed in the silent grave
| Happy are we that at such time and espe.
cially in this instance, we can look beyond
the tomb, both for the beloved one gone and
for the bereaved hearts. Comforted are we
| that we can look back and see brief career
| that has nevertheless been perfected period
| in the existence of an immortal soul The
flower, that never becomes the ripeued fruit,
| as truly performs for us its mission of beauty
and fragrance If It is prematurely plucked
from its garden home and taken to the
"many mansions" and to another sphere of
usefulness, its full influence for good has
already gone out from IT, Let us then re-
joice, since we have been gladdened with It's
presence for little while The Master has
come and called for what is his own If the
tears must fall, because what is elsewhere
gain Is our loss, let us remember that out of
every tear the sorrowing heart sheds on such
grave, some good is born, though we may
not b@able to see il always.
WarreTs spirit has gone from Us, but his
| sweet young life remains to us IN cur hearts
and his influence in our lives. Every one
who knew him felt that here was life that
could "do nobly and help strongly" But it
was not to be. The summons came quickly,
and in few brief moments all the hopes that
were associated with his name had withered.
Here is not our rest" This short beaute-
Gus life, this sudden DEATH bid us look be-
You'd the present to the things invisible and
pure. But they also bid us, with no uncer-
tain sound TO live courageously and earnest
ly-to act well our part while it is day. They
call our attention from the things that perish |
to III truth and beauty that should inspire |
our everyday living, and make it lofty and |
pure, and source of blessing and of comfort. |
While the death angel paused-delayed |
the cutting of the silver cOrd-it seemed as if |
the dearest friend of all lay at deaths door |
and naturally all minds recalled the gloom |
that rested on our community when, eighteen |
months ago, Warren's bosom companion, |
Robbie Aspllng, was so suddenly called |
away. A few hours before the awful mo-
ment came, Warren remembered his friend |
III 1,
living they were constant companions; now
that both are dead, the name Of one must
always recall that of the other.
Warren was faithful and devoted MEM
Der of the Presbyterian Sunday School, a
diligent student Of the Bible-the beautiful
18Th chapter of Isaiah being his favorite pas.
sage. But he is gone-gOne to brighter re-
gioHs, to faircr lands. Would that all his
young friends might initiate his devotion to
his parents, his affection and kindness to-
wards sisters and brothers, his noble quail
ties as friend, his purity of lfe-what an
influence for good would he still have by his
example.
The sorrowing parents and relatives have
the earnest prayers and deep sympathy of
all. May the Savior comfort them.
woods, hills and rivers now are desolate,
Since he is gone, the which them all did
grace;
And all the fields do wall their widow state,
Since death their faireSt flower did late de.
The fairest flower in field that ever grew
Was Warren that was we all may rue.
"What cruel hand of cursed foe unknown
Hath cropt the stalk which bore so fair a
flower?
Un:imely cropt, before it well were grown,
Aud clean defaced in untimely hour
Great loss to all that ever him did see,
Great loss to all, but greatest loss to me.
30 Death that hast US of such riches reft,
Tell us, ut least, what hast thou with it done?
What is become of him whose flower here |
E. left
Is but the shadow of his likeness gone?
Scarce like the shadow of that which he was,
Nought like, but that he like shade did
pass.
" But that immortal spirit, which was deok'd
With all the dowries of celestial grace,
By sovereign choice from tn heavenly quires :
select,
And hneally derived from angels race,
D what Is now of il become? aread:
Aye me! can so divine q thing be dead:
I" An no: it is not dead nor can IL die, ;
But lives for aye in blissful paradise,
Where like newborn babe it soft doth lie
In bed of lilies, wrapt In tender wise,
And comDass'd all about with roses sweet. ,
dainty violets from head to feet
There liveth he in everlasting bliss,
Sweet Spirit never fearing more to die,
Nor dreading harm from any foes of his,
Nor fearing savage beasts more cruelty.
Whilst we here wretches wall his private
lack, ,
And with vain VOWS do often call him back. ,
q But live thou there still, happy, happy
Spirit. I
And give us leave thee here thus to lament
OF thee that dost thy heavens joy inherit, 4
But our own selves, that here in dole are G
drent
Thus do we weep and wall, and wear our .
eyes, !
VI Ourning in Others our own miseries"