The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-09-06
IN MENIORIAM.
IN MEMORIAM
MISS JOSIE sHEFTALL.

The scythe of the Great Reaper never stops
its moving. How fast the graves OF loved ones
thicken around us; and. we trace their won
drous and mysterious flight, Faith sees the
pearly gates ajar" and hears the haleluiah
welcome OF numbers without number! The
light of heavenly truth dispels the gloom OF the
night of death, and reveals to us angelic forms
in the tomb. In the chamber Of imagery, as
we pay this tribute to the memory OF our
ssinted dead, the dear familiar face OF Miss
JOSIE SHEFTALL seems beaminK upon us-Who
entered into rest Aug. Ia, 1891. One whose
influence lives, and is to be felt. memorial of
whose lie should be preserved, not only as
reco milton of the worth of the departed, but as
an incentive to the living to follow in her foot
steps. Happy thought, that the record OF
Christians life is with God-kept in the
archives of heaven-and also becomes q rich
legacy to us. To know Miss Josie was to love
her-affections 90 pure. She, whose piety was
so silent and unobtrusive; her life flowed like
the deep and murmurless stream. calm and I'M
dismayed, gentle as Graded SAUNDERS; ever
displaying the sweet spirit of the dying Christ,
meek submission the Fathers will. she fell on
sleep. Her last thoughts were for kindred,
home and heaven.
The swan-song OF triumph is broken of, while
merging into the halleluiahs of heaven for the
sweeter louder strains of the redeemed millions
on the 'other shore" Our friend had been
very sick for some time, and we had hoped her
recovery, but all that loving hands and a faith
full physician could do did not prevent the
king Of 1errors' from claiming her as his
victims aud so suddenly, it seems. she left us.
The last words she uttered were, Lord Jesus"
And when we remember how composedly she
requested her sister to gather her little memen-
toes, that she might divide and mark them, TO
be given TO different members of the family;
and know, too, her life to be SO consistent and
devoted, we can but believe that the holy long
ings of her heart looking for the blessed hope,
loving his appearing and fastening unto the
coming Of the day of God. her soul cried out in
language of holy triumph: Amen! Even so
come Lord Jesus" Yet the grieved ones, who
stood beside this gate of heaven" caught only
the sound from her lips, Lord Jesus" Such
characters are living epistles-witnesses OF the
truth 1t is SO hard for us to realize that the
companionshp OF this pure minded Christian is
forever closed here. Never hear her sweet
voice again or see her loving, cheerful face.
Comforting truth: Earth has no sorrows that
heaven cannot heal" Yet how our timid natures
shrink and shudder back from death-the wind
ing sheet, the coffin, the tomb. But to him that
believeth grace triumphs, and the joyful strains
may mingle with the waves of Jordan,
90 DEATH where is thy sting?
o, grave, where is thy victory?"
Then our faith is exchanged for sight, hope for
Joy, and the Christian mariner, tossed and
driven DER life's troubled sea. enters, full sail
the stormless port, and anchors high among the
hills of God" Our loved one has flushed her
course with joy-joy to herself-and may her
repose, lasting as heaven, prove so to us VINO
mourn her loss Let our faith triumph, rising
above our tears; may our troubled hearts sub
NIT, knowing that our loss is her eternal gain
May the echo of our dear Redeemer's language
to his Borrowing disciples. come to us IL ye
loved me ye would rejoice. because go to my
Father" Many of our loved ones have gone
over in the better land" resting from the
Journey. Only few more conflicts, and, IL
faithful, the banner of our victory shall wave
along the eternal shores, and all may then unite
and sing Harvest Home. Gentle one, fare
we'll. Suffering, tears and death are all behind.
May we all meet you in that life eternal,
amid the rosy bowers OF paradise, where there
is not one sigh in the wind, not one tear ming
ling with the waters. Safe in the arms of Jesus.
FRIEND.
In memory OF our kind and loving mother
ELLEN T, LEACY,
Died Aug. 8, 1891.
DEAREST MOTHER,
We miss thy kind and willing hand,
Thy fond and earnest care,
And tho twas Gods own holy win,
'Tis hard, SO hard to bear
Tis hard to break the tender chord
When love bound our hearts together,
IT'S harder still Co thick on earth
Well see thee, never, never
o. Jesus! while our hearts are bleeding
Ger the spols that thou hast won,
We will at this solemn meeting
Calmly say thy will be DONE
Sept. G, 1891