Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1892-02-04

Died, at "Bayside," near St Inigo's, on
the 26th, ultimo, after q short illness, Mrs.
MAMIE CLARKE, aged about SIS years.
Death, the inevitable. has robbed another
household of one of its most cherished
members and the community of an estima-
BILE lady. In the deceased were blended
all those sterling qualities that compose q
noble woman. AT home and abroad her
cheerful and bright disposition seemed to
mock adversely. and her amiability and
her intellect endeared her 70 all who knew
her. But home was the special theatre of
her achievements, the abode Of those who
alone can justly estimate her worth. To
her sorrowing relatives, particularly her
sister, of whom for years she has been
constant companion, i, rs young cousin,
extend a consOlat0ry hand in the firm be-
lief that full restitution has been made
and that she now wears the crown Of eier-
nal happiness in heaven. M*s&s4
Fell asleep in Jesus on January goth,
1892 JOHN BENJAMIN, beloved son of
John and Elizabeth Bryant, aged one year
and eleven months.
Death has visited another happy fireside
and torn from loving arms the pet of the
household, leaving in his place, sorrow and
loneliness where only lew short weeks
HNa~I
more viii the merry laugh and childish
prattle Of little Bennie be heard TO brigh-
ten the home and gladden. the heart OF fond
and devoted parents But there Is sweet
consolation In the thought that his spirit
was too good and pure for earth, and that
The Master has need Of II 10 adorn and
glorify Paradise, the home that awaits all
who serve Him truly. To the griefstrick-
en- parents and sorrowing relatives, / offer
the tenderest sympathy, and bid them be
comforted In their loss and affection, by
remembering the Savior's words: "Suffer
little children 70 come unto Nc, and forbid
them not, for II such Is the Kingdom of
Heaven" *s<
Fell asleep. January Goth, 1899, ROBERT
JENIFER, youngest child of Robert J.
and A. NJ. Bean. of ST. Mary county.
The strongest ties which bind the human
heart TO life are often the first broken. So
long rs natural affection remains we are
never prepared Cor death. Even when the
event Is long anticipated, yet when il comes
il is sudden TO our feeling, and il touches
us as something new, strange and tragic.
and then our hearts are moved by unwont-
ed emotions, as little by little we begin 20
realize that another link has fallen out O.
the golden chain that binds us together
Death Is always an event for which we
slowly, reluctantly and painfully adjust
our minds and hearts. Eternal separation
is hard 10 realize ut al times and under all
circumstances and the long farewell brushes
the heart as no other sorrow can. Even
when decrepit old age yields To the law of
nature and the cold hand Is laid upon those
we most love, the blow is hard to bear;
but when the Destroyer cutters the family
circle and claims the youngest there. the
heart rebels. and we are heard 10 murmur
and complain against the decree OF Omni-
potence. We, In our ignorance of the plan
involved, In the affections incident to our
lives, shrink because the tenderest chords
OF our natures are touched, and the heart
becomes SICK with burdens seemingly too
heavy to bear. But IL were an idle task to
trace the providence and the love of the
Creator IN all his dealings with US. The
little child goes down 10 the grave with old
age, and those in middle life form part of
the sad procession. Hand in hand they
approach the low, narrow house assigned 10
all the living, but the glorious truth comes
back 10 Us that there Is yet something bet
ter beyond the confines Of the tomb. And
1t Is balm to the wounded heart to hear
the comforting words of the Saviour:
"Come unto me all We that are weary and
heavy laden and will give you restn
Alasl how sad will his companions feel
when they enter again the doors of the
school room. gaze on the vacant desk that
has been 50 suddenly deprived of its owner
and realize that the happy soul of our loved
schoolmate has winged it, night from earth
% heaven. Weep not, loved ones. he il
now at rest on the bosom pf the Redeemer,
and In q lew brief years, we win meet him
there where never echoes the word fare
well, sorrow never comes, sin Is forever
gone and death Is no more. May the SHOWS
Of winter fall like protecting mantle DER
thy new made grave and the sentinel stars
keep watch DER thy body while thy spirit
wings its flight 10 silent land. A FRIEND.