The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1892-11-17
IN MEMORIAM.

1t is with profound sadness that we
record the death of the beloved wife
Laura A., of our respected fellow towns.
man John Shier, who passed away on
the 18th inst, after a shcrt but severe
illness.
The funeral ceremonies, which took
place at their residence on Meadow Val.
ley Street, on Sunday afternoon, were
conducted under the auspices of the
Ancient Order of United Workmen. and
were made more impressive and pathetic
by some beautiful selections, aptly rem.
dered by choir improvised for the &C.
casiou.
The relatives and many friends of the
departed one, who filled every available
space in the house, evlnced a depth of
feeling that told how closely to their
hearts she had endeared herself.
To enumerate the peculiar virtues and
attractions of this estimable lady, so
suddenly taken from our midst. would
be no easy task. United in happy wed.
lock at the early age of 20; for ten
years she made her home haven of
peace and temple of love. the precious
ness of which, none but the bereayed
can ever know. As wife, she was all
care and tenderness; as a mother, her
industry, solicitude and devotion knew
no bounds, and the measure. of her loss
to the husband and motherless ones, no
words can tell.
They have our deepest sympathy and
best wishes; more than this, poor NOR
tails as we !are, we cannot give. Time,
and the infinite love can alone pour out
the healing balm and teach resignation.
Meanwhile, it is something to realize
that the life so faithfully lived, amidst
the trying ordeals of this world of strife,
will continue onward and upward, ex.
panding in wisdom, love and joy,
throughout the endless ages that 20 to
form the sublime mystery called eter-
nifty.
In that happier sphere. then, sur
rounded by those dear ones who have
themselves crossed the darksome river,
and entered the portals of light, our be-
loved sister will learn and feel, that de.
spite the bitter pangs of separation, all
is yet well, and that compensation, rich
and full, will come to her pure and low
ing soul, and bring to it that peace
which is unspeakable and full of glory.
We offer the following excellent little
poem, from the pen of Rossiter Ray.
mond as fitting termination to this
tribute of faith, hope and love.
BESIDE the dead knelt for prayer.
And felt presence as prayed;
Lo! 1t was esus standing there,
He smiled: "Be not afraidr'
"Lord, Thou hast conquered death, we know,
Restore again to life." said.
"Ihis one who died an hour ago."
He smiled: "She is not deadp'
ASLEEP, then, as Thyself didst say,
Yet Thou canst lift the lids that keep
Her prisoned eyes from ours away
He smiled: "She doth not sleep!'
"Nsy, then, tho haply she do wake,
And look upon the fairer dawn,
Restore her to our hearts that ache"
he smiled, "She Is not aonel"
"Alas! Too we'll we know our loss.
Nor hope again our joy to touch,
Until the stream of death we Cross
He smiled "There Is no such,'
"Yet our beloved seemed 30 far,
The while we yearn to feel them near,
Albeit with Thee we trust they are"
He smiled: And am here"
"Dear Lord how shall we know that they
''Still walk unseen with us and Thee,
Nor sleep, nor wander far away"
He smiled! "Abide in mew