Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1884-06-21
I'm MemOriam.

To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.
Litera ly speaking how true and ap-
plicable arethe above lines to the mem
Dry and character Of Thos. M. Largent
of whom all that was earthly was on
Thursday last deposittd in that beauti.
full vale of the dead-Greenhil Gem
etery. A visit of the NIGEL of Death
is under all circumstances sad event,
but how much more so in this instance,
when young man in the prime and
early years of his life, is suddenly call
ed from his labors here below. Sum-
moned in the spring time of youth,
when Hope Wore her brightest smiles,
and all seemed joyou and fair-just as
the glories of mature manhood were
being born--just as the Promise Bow
of Hope had given assurance from what
he was what he would be, he was by
the silent messenger summoned to
Shadow of Death Our friend and
Brother has passed from his walks in
life's shifting scenes, and we shall
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no more. This sad departure-this
silent fitting away from the earth and
loved ones that would fain keep them
here-this silent deceptive sleep called
death-how very, very hard to realize
the truth
We seldom think of the great antag-
onist of life-this skeleton Of all feasts
until its grim shadow falk across our
ch
from our sight the faces OF loved friends
their own existence. In the quaint
and touching drama of ..Ion," the les
son taught of a future life, and immor-
tally Of the soul touches deep and
responsive chord in every thoughtful
mind. The young, death doomed
Greek when on tho verge of yielding
to his fate, was asked by his beloved
Clemanthe, in the tenderest tones, If
they should meet nevermere. With q
look of love and resignation he replied;
II have asked that d, eadful question
of the hills that look eternal, of
the babbling streams that flow on for
ever, of tho stars, among whose azure
fields my raised spirit has walked in
glory. All these were dumb and sill
lent But while / gaze on thy living
face, feel that there is something in
the love that mantles through its
beauty that cannot wholly die. Glenn
anthe, we shall meet again" Happy
thought How it cheers the sorrow
stricken soul, that when the storms o.:
this life is DER, we shall meet again.
The death of our friend has cast
shade of gloom and sorrow not only
over the hearts of his relatives, but
over the city in which he lived, and
where he was so well known and high.
ly esteemed. There was no restrictions
as to caste. He was beliked by all
who knew him--an honorablo mem Der
of Palestine Commandery knights
Templar, and his remains were escort :
ed to their last resting place by his
brothers of the mystic tie. The coffin
was weighted with sweet floral tributes,
the offerings of sorrowing friends. Es-
pecially noticeable was broken col
umn formed of beautiful flowers, and
masonically represt nting he loss Of q
member. NobS dy who ever knew the
deceased will wonder at the universal
esteem in which he was held, for he
was singularly guiless and free from
all the baser passions of men-just the
character to win friends and keep them
"a man full of the milk of human
kindness, frank. generous, cordial and
without touch of envy, jealousy or
deceit. Loyal and true to every trust,
unselfish and charitable in every i'm
pulse, faithful to every interest of his
employers, he was truly one Of Gods
noblest works, in manhood's Hottest
sense. lie seemed so healthy and hap
by when we last saw him, that we
deemed him one of the very last of our
acquaintance to be summoned by the
grim messenger" Death, from all the
tender ties of life. But such is exis-
tence; we know not the hour we too
shall be called upon to obey the silent
summons from which neither potentate
or peasant can shrink.
Let us hope that our friend has gone
to better world, where the heartaches
and thousand cares of earth are un-
known. Poor Toni We can scarce.
ly rea ize that he has seen tho last of
earth--that we shall nevermore meet
his pleasant smile nor listen to the joy
GUS tones OF his familiar voice. He
leaves one sister and host of friends
to mourn his untimely loss, and may
He who sends both the storm and the
sunshine, soften this blow to her, and
help hem bear it, sustained and
strengthened by the belief that He
doeth all things well Thou art gone,
loyal friend, worthy brother and gen.
ial con rade, but therecollectiens ofthy
mary virtues will long keep thy mem,
DRY green in our hearts. We deeply
mourn thy loss, but
sit is not the tear at this moment shed,t
When the cold turf has just been laid
n or him