Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1886-04-22


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in the very bloom of rnanh0xd rr3sz -
n1ssf psDzniSins future hel<re hin. hs,f =
God In His all-wise Providence ~ sakrn
him from rs, we viii reccncile ourseIrrs
and sincerely hope he mar shine epnsuaeu~
Gus before the throne Of God To him ne
are indebted for the foundaf5pn Of ns,r
knowledge-he has laid nanv sfeur,lnv
stones before us'in The Journey offife n
nnmberlcss friends shed msny tear srrr
his grave. His bereaved fanssIv hAvs 60
sinceresi sympathy. He has gone where
troubles are no more. He died c0ns@nfpss
and bore his sufferings with Christian Esrfi-
tude. Ills funeral was largely a}fs nsles d.
large concourse Of friends 20 Agi-Faish
church, where the Pastor spoke Of him IN
feeling and fitting words. His bo<lv Iles
beneath the cold damp sod, but Ia soul -
returned .e % his Master The grave cannot
A FoR1ER PUras.
Not alone to pupils aud relatives was
Mr.. Harrison endeared. Wherpxer kno.xr
he was admired and beiiked. A ffien1ehin
begun at school, strengthened as fher grpw
older, and there is no one who more sleenlv
regrets his early death than does the BxA-
CONS junior editor
Departed this life, "Wednesday night
April l4th, 1886, after long and oaiafnl
illness, EDITH, only daughter OF Fannie
A and Frank Collision, aged years, q
months and 20 days.
Dear little Edith is gonel Her eleefal
laugh will be heard no more. Her sweet
lips are sealed, her bright eyes closed in
sleep that knows no waking. Her suffer-
ings, fearful and intense, are all over now.
She Il gone-God bless her sweet heart--x
with the promise of Him who has ID |:
.Suffer ii1ie childrzSt % come npsaup vt
forbid thdssi nst, sosGs3 such IS the ain
OF Heaven" May this promise bind up
bleeding hearts OF her loving and devoted
parents.
They bless Thee for the memories
OF this dear, loving child
They bless Thee that for four short years
Upon their home she smiled.
For her pure bright, unselfish life.
Her winning words and ways;
And this sweet memory they will keep
Through all their future days
They might have dreamed that one so fair
Was'ripening for the skies;
That that was heavenly light that shone
In those angelic eyes;
But still, from day to day, her life
Moved on so calm and free
So full Of health, so rich in joy,
lis well they did not see.
How beautiful in death she lies,
In her cold, dreamless sleep,
Der her fair head, her sunny locks
In careless ringlets creep,
Her liDs half ma rtel hear a smile
As when she said, Good Night"
And all her face seems sprinkled DER
With Heavens dawning light.
How soft and fine the curves that bend
Round that pure "dnme of thought"
Where busy fancy had her home
And happy dreams were wrought,
How gently rest the folded hands,
Their work forever done
Her little feet so trim and fleet,
Their earthly race is run. +
They call their darling by her name.
They plead with her to wake;
The same sweet smile stays on her lips
This slumber will not break.
With every kiss their gushing tears
Fall ON her face like rain,
She heeds not cow the soft caress,
81 will not wake again.
Go, loved, TO thy Fathers house.
To that far home on high,
Where fresher fields and brighter flowers
Shall open on thine eve:
To the great Shepherd of the flock.
Who waits with arms outspread,
That he may lay his gentle hand
In blessings on thy head NJ. Il.