Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1889-11-26
In Martinsburg. November 11th. 1889. LUCY
FRANCES. child of JAS. 3. and Sarah Cruw-
ford, aged months and % days.
IN MEMORIAM.


Died OF typhoid fever. in Bolivar. November
10th. 1883. KATIE. eldest daughter of Mary
ana the late Joseph Schillimg, aged nearly Is
years
Death Il ever sad, but in this case peculiarly
so. just in the morning Of q life apparently
free from shadows an inmate Of u happy house
hold. surrounded by u host of loving friends.
her life seemed as repetG with happiness as is
possible for the lives of murtals to be. She
was q bright. amiable girl. and possessed
golden qualities of mind and henrt her words
were gems; her deeds loving acts of kindness.
and nothing seemed to dampcn the cheerful
spirit or put ont the light of her happy temper:
her presence was ever like CLEAN of sunshine
lending brightness and cheerfulnrss wherever
she went. Though favored by fortune. she re-
membered her Creator, and prior to her illness
in the early Sabbath morn. her checks nglow
with health and beauty, she could be seen fol-
lowing the example set by her deceased chris
tian father. and vending her steps in response
to the silvery chimes OF the church bell to offer
her young heart to God and Join i'll HYMNS of
praise to her Maker.
Twas sad to see her suffer, one so Young.
just in the sprinTtitne of life, to be marked as
victim of death; and in the autumn the af-
teTnoon OF the year. mt the birth of new day.
ere the sun broke forth from the east and ,,ilded
the mountain tops. the sands of her life had
ebbed away, her spirit had followed her fathers
and returned to Him who gave it.
The spOtless caskct Which contained size
white-rOhed remains of the deceased. was coy
cred with lovely white flowers and as VIC looked
at the beautiful buds clasped in her hands VIC
thought.
Flowers so beautiful and rare
Bedecliing bud still more fair
A. E
In Bolivar. Mrs. MARY B. RODRICK de-
parted this life Nov. l6. 1889. aged 81 years
We have laid her in the silent grave,
Our Mother dear. to rest.
We hope her longing spirit now
Is numbered with the blcst.
Heaven rctaineth our treasures,
Earth the lonely casket keeps,
And the snow-tlakcs love to linger
Where our darling Mother sleeps.
What is home without n Mother,
It's our cottage robbed of flowers
Where our broken. bleeding hearts
VIII spend many lonely hours.
On this earth well no more meet sBee
Oh tbs hard to bear the smart,
Yet saw thee fast declining.
And knew that we must part
Fragrant flowers still are blooming,
But for them no more you'll care;
In those far-Of blissful regions
Brighter gems than these you wear.
Yet we culIed the choicest flowe!s.
That on earth you loved so well,
Placed cross upon your bosom
When we took our last farewell.
Gently, quiet. thou art lying,
In the silent night of death:
And the evening breeZes signing.
Ger thy sweet, intending rest.
Then fond children cease your weeping,
Dry. oh dry. the falling tear.
Mother is not dead, but sleeping.
I'LL the last great trump she'll hear.
Fare thee well, the ties must sever.
That on earth we formed with thee;
Fare thee well. but not forever,
Thy loved face we yet shall see.
J.. IS