The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1884-01-03
Death Record of Eaton and VII
cinity for the Year 1883.

Once again Times rapid tide brings
US to the closing of the old, the threshold
of the new year. Father Time with.glass
and scythe bids adieu to the old, to make
way for the fresh and vigorous new
Thus ever the years come and go, ftrep-
resentation of this earth life of ours. For
'tas the days are passing by" the old,
by reason of years, are compelled to quit
the stage of life forever when the death
knell rings down the curtain of Time,
and youth press on to take their places
to perform their part in the great drama
of life.
The new presents to US the "death re-
cord" of the old compiled for many
years by one who has ever taken a kind
ly interest in the affairs of men, that we
may read it and be taught of our own
mortality. How many will read it with
tear-dimmed eyes and sobbing heart,
because it chronicles the loss of some
loved friend. How few can read it with
out the tear of sympathy at the loss sus-
tanned by Society in the death of youth,
manhood's pride. or the experience OF
age, all of which may be a blessing in
their respective stations in life? For
Death,
HE reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between"
From the bud OF infancy to the "ripe
shock full of years, has been the har-
vest gathering. The oldest being Aunt
Sarah Thompson, who lived out the full
measure OF years. One of the pioneers
of Eaton, who long stood like some tall
tree of the forest, bidding defiance to the
storms and winds while companions were
falling around. But at last she too fell,
full of faith and of years with a bright
prospect for the crown immortal, teach
ing to all the possibilities of long years
OF faithfulness to duty.
They have gone to their life's work.
We can not add, from it we would not
subtract. eve can add to them no glo-
~, we a give to them no immortali-
ty." There is nothing in all the world
that you or l can do for the dead. If we
speak their praise they hear it not. If
we recount their deeds of heroism in
life's battle they regard it not; and over
all their faults we would gently place
the mantle of charity. All that at best
can be done will be to place a drop OF
comfort in the crystal tear, a gem OF
truth in the minds casket, by pointing
the living to Him who turneth the sha-
dow OF death into the brightness of morn
ing. That from Him we may learn les
sons of truth and of wisdom; that We
may SO number our days as to apply our
hearts unto wisdom. "Redeeming the
time because the days are evil. RES
cue the seconds from sin, pull the min
utes out of the fires of temptation, snatch
the hours out of the fiend's clutches
purchase the days for Christ" by max
ing use of the golden opportunities all
around Us lying. Then when our sum
mons comes to die, We will, '.like one
who wraps the drapery OF his couch
about him, lie down to pleasant Dreams"
and in the morning of the great day,
with all the loved of earth awake to be-
hold and enjoy the never ending day of
God, amid all the matchless beauty and
glorious splendor of that sun-bright
We are living,
30 They are sleeping. Who are sieeping?
Thousands who have passed away
From a world of woe and weeping
To The regions of decay.