Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1885-02-28
OBITUARY.

1850, little Mary, infant daughter OF
Virgil and Emma Hill, of Tarlton,
Grundy county, Tennessee, departed
this life and passed from thence away.
Little Mary was fifteen months and
five days old when she fell victim
to the dread disease, Group. After
forty-eight hours of severe suffering
death claimed her for its own. Lit
tie Mary was a sweet, happy child,
the light and joy of her happy home,
cherished and idolized by loving
hearts. Consequently one of the
brightest and happiest home circles
on Collins river is broken, leaving
father, mother and brother bowed in
a grief and sorrow that cannot be told
in words.
Deaths angel has extended his hand,
And stolen jewel from that happy band
Selected little darling We all loved so well,
And left her no longer earth's charms to
swell.
! Oh, Mary, sweet Mary, so young and so true
| A heart.broken mothers now weeping for
yon.
While DER your cold grave the white snow
flakes are strown,
A father, mother and brother are weeping
! alone.
A brilliant star she was that shOne
with lustre DER the family circle
The father, when worn and weary
with labor, would return from the
field to the cheerful hearthstOne. She
was there to meet him with her radi-
ant smiles and sweet kisses, and as
she climed his knee with innocent
prattle drove from him the cares of
the day. The loving mother, when
done with the daily routine of domes-
tic affairs, would nestle upon her bo-
som the darling treasure of her heart
and think of its bright and promising
future. The brother, when fatigued
with the pleasures and trials of out
door life, would hasten to the place
where he could catch a look at the
one he loved so well, and steal a kiss
from the ruby lips of his only sister,
While the chilly arms of death
around her lay, and for five minutes
all life seemingly extinct, the same
expressive eyes looked out from I'M
der the beautiful curls that so grace
fully entwined her brow, and with
pale but lovely lips, kissed the family
farewell, resumed her everlasting
sleep, and the angels winged her
spirit home.
Mary, we miss you at the dawning light,
And through the day of busy care;
We miss you at the hush of night,
With yoar mass of flowing hair.
1t is sad, in one respect, to give up
this darling treasure and walk the
path of life without her, but in an
other view, there should be joy. Je-
sus says, "Suffer little children to
come unto me. for of such is the
kingdom of heaven" Hence, when
these little ones die they leave no
doubt behind them as to their fu-
ture. And besides, they are forever
freed from the sufferings and disap-
pOintments of life. Little Mary was
too pure and good for this vile world.
Then weep not, dear mother, for little Mary
: Stone,
Your pain will soon allay;
, Although she from you has gone,
You can meet her another day.
Remember that God, in his allwise
providence, doeth all things well,
and the tender child is now singing
: praises of a more beauteous and fairel
l land than ours. On the bright, celes,
7 tial shores of the upper and better
kingdom her voice is mingling in
songs Of gladness with the redeemed
forever more, and in His own good
time the love of Him who hath taker
: her home will penetrate the gloon
3 and dissipate the shadows that hang
E like a pail over the aching hearts o
those whose lives she was the light
the love, and the life.
l.. V. WOODLEE.
: Tarlton, Feb. Goth, 1885.