Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1885-02-27
DEATHS

DIED, OF blood poisoning, on Friday night,
February the goth, 1885, at the home of his
parents, near Gaithersburg, VIM H. BRIGGS,
in the 22nd year OF his age.
Perhaps there is no one in all our midst
with as few years as this man whose death
would be mourned as much So young, SO
amiable, SO kind, he had so endeared him.
self TO his friends and associates that his
memory can never perish. Friendships
wreath, which he has entwined about our
hearts with such kind and careful affection,
shall never fade, its blossoms never wither,
but will retain its fragrance until we too
shall have Joined him in the innumerabe
caravan that each day adds thousands to its
number.
1t would be vain and useless attempt
Tor me to endeavor TO portray in appro-
pirate language the meekness and fortitude
with which he bore his short, although ex.
circulating illness it would also be task
too great for me to enumerate his virtues, for
he possessed all that We are apt TO admire
in an associate, might say the very type
OF admiration, honor and esteem. His life
is indeed worthy of imitation. And as we
turn from this new made grave, let us do so
thoughtfully, surely sorrowfully, Tor with
him we have laid to rest one of the brightest
gems that adorned our number, and as we
sing the sad requiem let us resolve to for
ever embalm his life in the myrtle memory
of our tears" SIS TA
He was u member of the independent
Order of Good Tempars, who attended his
funeral in procession and performed their
usual ceremony.
Revs. E. B. Prettyman, of Rockville, and
Bulaski, of Laytonsville, officated.
GEL.
Departed this life, after few hours of i'll.
ness, near Brightwood, D. c., within few
hours Of each other, of malignant scarlet
fever, on Wednesday, February 18th, 1885,
CLARA and EDGAR, the only children of
Thomas and Bette s. Beall The little
daughter was 4 years, months and 10 days
old, while her little baby-brother was
years, months and 20 days, Thus did
death at one fell blow silence the silvery
voices Of these dear children and Danish the
presence Of childhood from this happy
home-ior these were all these stricken pa
rents had. These dear little ones were very |
precocious indeed, and at the hands of their
christian parents had been taught many
sweet little stories of their dear Saviour, TO |
whom they have indeed been suffered to
come. Their little bodies were buried In |
Rock Creek Cemetery on Friday, the 18th, |
and their father and mother have the sweet
sympathy of their friends and neighbors.-
May God comfort them.
JB.A.
z. JOSEPH DAVIS fell asleep at his home,
near Boyd's Station, Montgomery county, |
Nd, Friday afternoon, February 18th, 1885,
In the Goth year Of his age, after he had
served his own generation by the will of
God.
His funeral took place from the Baptist
Church, Rockville, lof which he had been |
member for IL years. at o'clock Sun.
day. February 10Th, Rev. S. r. White preach. |
ing from Psalm 20-12-"So teach us 70 mum. |
Der our days, &c." after which his remains
were inferred in Rockville Cemetery.
About one year ago he moved with his
family from Sandy Spring, where he had
resided 30 long, and seemed delighted in his
new home, but be only came home to die.
His health had been failing for several
months, and his disease bafiled the skill of
the best physicians. AS the shades OF death
gathered about him, he allowed no one to
stand between him and the light Being
tired be was allowed TO rest awhile on a
chair, leaning his head upon his staff, after
lew minutes he returned TO his bed. and
Immediately casting one farewell glance at
his wife and children, CLOSED his eyes To
open them in Heaven. His dying testi.
mony was u have nothing TO fear, | have
hope In Christ" In his death the commu.
nifty has lost valuable citizen, the church
a quiet but faithful member, the wife a
thoughtful and devoted husband and the
children an indulgent and loving father.
But oh beyond these shadowy lands,
Where all is bright and fair
We know full well those dear old hands
Will palms Of victory bear;
Where crystal streams thro' endless years
Flow over golden sands,
And where the old grow young again,
Well clasp our fathers hands.
ID. III. b.