St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1888-11-10
IN MRMORIAM.

UI4O-Oo Sunday sept 0Utl
1883. DaosAaA CooPsa. in the siz
tsenth year Of her age.
Death is at Ill times apralline
bnt it Incomes do ubly 20 when !
enters the sanctuary Of home an,
snatel.as away the fondly loved
and sucl,. alas! il the ;nstanc
which Il IL our melancholy dat.
10 record. Possessed OF an amia
BILE and istsrestiaa disposion. ant
snrronn1sd from infancy ny by 81
thoss gentle gracss which max,
chil,1hoo.l proposing and l'udd:Ns
womamtood fair n look upoo
Draaava Coopse bloo'nsd in The
vast garden OF life. . 6owsr Of match.
lses pur:ty and fragrance. while
the virtues which rsdistsd from
her seemed 10 ahsd . halo abOnt
her, even ~ the white r0bss Of the
d.w.l.Asp,ugled lily are more dag.
cling in tho RAYS Of tie rising sun.
Bat for her the sun rose and vent
down while yst twas morning ;
and morning % fair AM % bright.
m fnll ~ hope and promise that
ono looking npon Il could not but
SAY. "How beautiful are Thy works.
oh /! Lord" SO. too. thought the
reaper, Death. ~ with darkensd
wings and hated breath il lowered
over her home. noted her gentle
ways. her ripping laughter. and
caught the reflection Of her heaven.
lit smile, aud deemed her too fair.
too pure . spirit for earthly hsbita-
tiona. To those who knew her but
two short moatl,e ago. in oil the
freshness at vigorous healti, AMI
heauty. It seemed hard TO believe
that heve On the brink. where girl
hood aud vomanhoosi meet, where
life holds ;ts sweetest charm. aud .
thousand hopes bsckOl gsily on.
ward. al.e has been snatclssd away
and lies dead 10 all her youth and
innocence; dead tn kind smiles aud
tender e,sr@asss; dead ere her sOr-
sowing friends can realize that the
AFRO " has been sped.
How heauti:nl she looked in that
last sI-er; h"w calm. how happy!
Her white robe eml,inmaiic cf her
pnra life. Her still. cIssrsi ban.is
spoke 0f rest. eternal rest. while
flowers. tl,oss trail children Ut na.
snrs that prove the immortality of
lore. wers plsc.sl upon the bier by
tender hands. each striving to voice
in there silent exponsnts Of the
hearts d-spest emotions the mute
appealing language VI thsir sympA-
Shy and grief.
There 10 something unusually
pathetic in the death Of this yo.,,.x
girl; something that touches an
innern,ost chord in tue worldly
heart aud awskens in il uoblsr and
higher aspirations. Born aud
reared ont here IN tue piasy woods,
,ni knowing lfttls or nothing of
the great world hey ond. it, griefs.
its trials. how like the flowers VI
her native woods she ssssussl, aud
like :hem. how brief her Young OK
iatence. A passing hsod will scat
ter their petals. = ruthless breath
will scatter ti.eW; they bloom only
for = season. filling the hills and
the mesdUws with their perfume.
and they die: bnt Ne all know
~!'sn the wintry fross lies uM.n
them that IN the spring time they
will blOssO,a again oven fairer than
before. Aud ~ with the spirit
chat has j.asssd away. Her sLrou.l
lies upon her like the DRIFT VI the
virgin anow; hat beyond The coll. !
moss aud the whiteness al death in
The glorious realms abovs, while
The angelo wake strains from their
'a:ps of pure gold aud the ptarly
gates swing MAR. the Savior has
'aken mp this poor broksn wild
wood flower. plscs.l il upon its ma.
i've sts"'. mud in the gar leu Of Para
lire among the glorious lilies aud
s"d-liks amsra"tl. He hns planted
{ - = gem u emphasizing bssuty
md innocence and deckssl il with
tho "nf~di"g roOs u Immortality. |
Oh! s0rrOwlng parents aud rsla.
ives anil friends. weep not, but
,Oar the balm Of consolation upon
'0ur hearts. fur here. "Dsath has
eft no sti"x; tue grave has won no
'ictOry" Upon grsssv mouud, he
heath the tres she love % we'll
vith the woodland bis:ls to eng u
'sr and the winds 10 guard her
Number. she has been laid to rest;
md there. when the spring pats
orth it, early blossoms. ~ will
.oine to strsw up0n her grave the
lovers that she loved beat. There
sill meet Qua loved one in spirit;
here cherish the hops Of union
hove. For.
'ThouGh death eloeed The fair fountain
ere seerow had stained 10,
Twas frosss IN I'll he pure light
its eoaese,
lad bat sleeps till Ne sussAins oil
beaver nnshains u,
To water that Bdsa who're Arss vss il
oousoe."
A raaExp.
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