The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1891-04-08
DIED

BLOSE.-On Thursday, April ID, 1891, at
II o'clock p. M, of pneumonia. Carrie
Pearl, daughter of Jeremiah and Mary
Blose, aged 8 years, Z mos, and o days.
The funeral services, conducted by Rev.
c. c. Rumberger, were held at tho NJ. T..
Church on sunday afternoon. Four little
girls dressed in white acted a. pail bearers.
\ sermon was preached, and then the
body was carried to and laid to rest in
the Odd Fellows Cemetery. The large
number of people present attested full
well the sympathy felt by all for Mr.. and
Mrs. Blose in their great loss.
1t is a sad, sad thing to do to lay away
in the cold damp grave the form of the
little one that filled such a place in tho
home, by the fire side, and in the hearts
of those who know and loved it, and es-
pecially those whom it had learned IN call
papa and mamma Three or four
years isn't long, but what a treasure the
child that came into the home so helpless
grows to be in hat time. No one but q
parent can appreciate the fact; no one but
a parent can at all understand it. And
how much of brightness and of hope goes
out of the home when the little one is car
ried out never to be brought back again,
and how much loneliness and how great
the shadow that comes in, and how sharp
the pain that tugs away at the heart for
days and days, and how YEARLY the feet
go as the daily round of duties is taken
up and discharged. None but those who
have had such an experience can at all
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again what they were before. Time MAJ
heal the wound SO that it seems less keen,
but there will always remain a memory
Of the light that came and went-a place
in mind and heart never filled by any
other, no matter how many or how beau
tiful the forms that grow up around us.
But He who calls himself Our Father"
has not left us comfortless. He knows the
depths of human affections. He knows
the weight and the bitterness the death of
our little ones adds to our lives. And
"His heart is touched with the feeling of
our infirmities." He assures us of His
love for these we lave so loved. He who
said, "Suffer little children to come unto
me- ''shall gather the lambs with His
arms, and carry them in His BOSOM" and
He also assures us that "Their angels do
always behold the face of my Father = > .
in Heaven"
The death of a little child is only a life
transplanted to unfold in wonderful beau-
ty amid influences pure and lovely alto
gether. And so we turn from the past and
from counting the days that come and go
between us md our sorrow, and look
across the years, always growing less, to
the future, and anticipate what may be a
happy gathering together again of earthly
ties now all glorious and beautiful, 'to go
out" from them "no more forever" "a
Lines on the death of our dear little boy,
who died March "a, from effects of scarlet
fever, aged 4 years, l month and is days.
When we see our precious Jesse,
That we tended with such care,
Rudely taken from our fireside,
How our aching hearts despair.
Round his little grave we linger
Till the setting sun is low,
Feeling all our hopes have persisted
With the flower we cherished so.
He will sleep, but not forever,
In the lone and silent grave;
Blessed be the Lord that taketh,
Blessed be the Lord that gave.
In the bright, eternal city
Death can never, never comel
In His own good time He'll call us
From our rest to Home, Sweet Home.
b. f. WINANs.