The southern sentinel. (Winnfield, La.) 1883-1910, 1885-08-07
Mrs. Marr Pierce Perkins.

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lief could Re obtained. Hrs. Perkins,
daughter Of Pierce aud Sally Shows, was
born in Richland parish. La, September
the 18th 1854; parents moving to Jackson
parish, from whence she received faif
English education. Mr.. Shows having
taken part in the late war, passed away
like great many other men in war. The
widow Of Mr.. Shows, removing to VIM
parish il 1872, and in 1873 Mrs. Shows
departed this life; hence Miss n. p.
Shows, became the devoted wife of M,.. J.
W. Perkins, they were united 10 the ties
Of matrimony, January 23d 1876.
She was the wife and mother of five
beautiful little children; the youngest
| died in 1888, leaving four, two boys and
girls to mourn the loss Of their darling
mother, to he shared with their father.
She has ever been faithful companion,
and esteemed by all who knew her. Ever
will 1t be the centre-stioke Of my heart
when heard the words fall from the lips
of my darling, when in her illness, and
nearly the last hours spent together on
earth she said: ssPapa, saw mo.her and
my darling little babe, Emile to-day.
Jesus will help me, and will soon leave
you dear papa, and now grasp my hand,
and meet me. You will soon go, although
you may wait awhile" have no one to
share my sorrows, lamentation and en-
joyments, but my little babes. The grave
has bsen made, the treasured remains in
tered, and the cold earth piled up to ill
the vacuum, but the hearts retrospect
viii not die; it will return with the ten
derest light to leave US in night, and look
upon US and caress us in the sunny Eden
Of our lives. We have walked hand in
land with &arth's proud ones in dumb
past; we have attained heights from
which to behold all the perfection Of this
world, bat wounds In Our lives will ever
be tender, and ready at 4 touch to open
afresh and bleed. My sorrows came, and
they came full-handed; my friends tried
to soothe my sorrows and my grief's, but
alas! could have gone with my darling
as she asked me, my sorrows would have
been soothed.
o Past! thou art one vast field OF
graves; shou art the great Golgotha Of
proud hopes and honored heads; thou
hast robbed our pearl-cases, and planted
mold in our csskets; thou hast made our
affections deaf, and our hearts sick, aud
paid US with hollow means and unspoken
anguish. 0 hand Of death! o voice of
the grave! They who have seen the laid
upon thy treasures, and heard thee WOO
ing the spirits Of thy beloved, know why
the living agonize when me lamp begins
to flicker In the counter s.mcspheres Of
life and dea;h. We must teach ourselves
self-forgetfulness, In live In the joy Into
which they have entered. 1t Was a long
time before could say from very Lear,
TT is the LARD, lei him do as lie ssemeth
her good;" but i can say it now, and feel
glad thstI can wait patiently and cheer
fully fer the end of all things. Before
she died, heard these words echoing Ia
my heart: Darling papa, console thy
self, dry thy tears, and say you will meet
me beyond this vale Of tears, where bles-
sings shall never, never end" That ten
der voice wooes my hear. to mourn the
loss OF the precious one, whom / hive
spent many gone by hour with, aud o
Godl hope / may yet meet that dear
one where trials and trouble will never
come, and all may be one link of happi-
ness to the end-and ever more. live
in the hope of a reunion in heaven; there
Ill this waiting will seem but few days,
for the love bear her.
"a little while between our hearts,
The shadowy gulf must lie;
Yet have We for our comuning,
Sill, still eternity
ssGod guide me in the future,
Guide me DER the threading wave;
Save me, thou a.one can save,-
For thy works are surely pure.
ut is life to mourn from the hearts
first throes,
Though youth aud manhood to ages
SHOWS,
In. ceaseless circle Of Joys and woes:
1t is life to prepare for DEATH"
Q joy, grief, parting individually so
unlike, still SO nearly blended! Joy,
gives US flowers, grief drinks their nee
tsr, and parting wastes them to decay;i
each blooming sweet comes to our senses
but to be lost, when sweetest. All, ma
ture! why dost thou adore perfection, but
to see it perishf Why permit our souls
to Chamber up the lofty oaks, only to fall |
to Be buried and trampledg God know
efh-this Is his reason. Kiss the nod, O |
mortal! twill help to bear IN weight;
bless the stripes, they may be mstks oil
Esyor; for Resignation can 1Httlats the
distress Of this life, calm its Varied g1ou-
bIee, pour : ray Of comfort tc enllven the
geie Of tears through which our pilxrinl-
age h,ust be made, and with consolins