Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1885-02-21
rANDARD- McMINNVILLE TENNESSEE SATURDAY. FEB d. 1885

Ddnu WlOSC iOpSo are u uSHSu, anu
whose anticipations are frosted" and
who
"Longs for the touch of vanished hand,
And the sound Of voice that is still"
Early in December, 1888, all of her
near relatives, except one sister, re-
moved to the State of Texas, where
they still reside. For weeks prior to
her death she anXiously awaited a.
letter from her distant relatives,
which reached her a few hours after
her death. But those lips, cold and
pale, and these eyes dim in death,
could not read that affectionate letter
of a father to his daughter. And to-
day, while the melancholy news of
her death is speeding on its way to
them, we are prepared to sympathize
with weeping father, a heart-broken
mother, a desolate brother and sor-
rowing sisters as they sit in their prai
RE home far away from the cherished
spot where lie the remains of their
departed daughter and sister. l i'm
agine / see in that saddened house a
mournful family group-a bereaved
father and mother and weeping chill
dren-and / mingle my tears of sym
pathy and sorrow with theirs in the
darkened circle of their distant home.
1t was a cold and dreary day when,
with bowed heads and sad hearts, we
lowered her body to its final abode,
but a large concourse Of relatives and
friends assembled there to pay their
last tribute of respect to one they
loved so well. She, was laid to rest
by the side of her departed relatives
near the sacred house in which she
had so often worshipped, and in sight
of the spot where she was born and
where she had lived, where she had
married and where she had died.
Sleep on, dear Sarah. Or is it sleep
or death =? AS we stand on the echo
less shore and watch the bark of life
go. out and sink below the vision
line Of that silent, tideless sea, we
cannot say whether it is death or
sleep whose silken hands have seized
our friend. Rest quietly there where
tender hands have laid thee, all re-
gardless of life's struggles or its
storms.
ave breathe prayer above your sod,
And leave you to your rest-apd God"
1t is consolation to us to know
that in the grave your rest will be
undisturbed. No sorrow, no SANDER,
no venom and no temptation can
touch you there. On your grave the
morning sun will rise and the even
ing twilight fade. AS the years go
by the stars will shine upon it, and
the gloom of the nights that are star
less robe it in blackness. The winter
winds will shrek above it, and in
the spring time the melody of the
bird-song will environ it. The verdi
ure of the spring will decorate it, and
loving hands will strew flowers there.
These will fade and wither, but the
monuments yolbhave erected by your
christian acts will survive the change
Of seasons. Yes, when these flowers
fade and their fragrance perish, sur.
Viving affection will still cherish the
memory of your brief life, which was
as pure as the snow that now covers
/ your new made grave. And now
f while we fancy we see your spirit in
f sweet repose at last, on that far of
shore, basking in the sunlight of an
eternal morning, we commit YOU
mortal body to the solemn calm o.
the grave to await the call of the
angels.
2 'Fare thee well, oh thou to memory dear,
, BY our. blessings lulled to slumber
: sweet;
+ Sleep on calmly in thy prison drear
Sleep on calmly till again we meet.
"Till the loud almighty trumpet sounds,
, Echoing through these corpse.encum
9 bered hills;
, Till Gods storm.wind, bursting through
the bounds,
Placed by death, with life those corpse
fill.
:. "Til impregnate with Jehovah's blast,
Graves bring forth and at his menac
dread,
: In the smoke of planets melting fast,
4 Once again the tombs give up thei
e dead"
r A. IL. WOODLEE,
Altamont, Tenn, Feb. 10, 1885.
A Matrimonial Item.
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