Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1893-06-08

having tried Or. llcnenOre AntlSep-
tic can recommend it as a reliable
remedy for healing wounds, burns, etc.
R, H. Hamilton. (Mer.)
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no moro greet.
Ono dear form to duty walked with
willing feet
Walks with US no more, but walks the
golden street.
One fragrant flower in our garden
rare,
Is gathered from earth's cold and
chilly air;
Transplanted to the realms of Gods
great care,
Blooms in supernal beauty there.
One bright color in the rainbow of
home,
Has faded from their presence. and
left them in gloom.
One golden thread in life's busy loom,
Is drawn from our sunny wool -hid in
the tomb.
Oh! glorious hope! that on that golden
shore,
We our LIVE may meet. to part never
more.
There our loving Savior we'll ever
adore.
Andhnthems OF praises sing Ger and
Ger.
One sweet solemn thought was touch
ingly rendered by our president, Miss
Annie Dean.
Prof. Elicit, one of our honoraries.
favored us with an address, from which
we are pleased to print these selec-
tions. "She has gone to rest, and left
to us an ardent work--a work that
calls for hands that are strong, and
hearts that are pure, and souls that
are brave. For soldiers under God,
that are thoughtful and determined.
Remembering her, who never faltered
in her duty as member of our band,
will not our hands grow stronger?
Breathing remembrance OF her pu-
rity. will not our hearts be pure?
Keeping always in our minds the sim
pie, christian courage with which the
absent one was want to meet the diff
culties and discouragements of her
young life, will not our souls be braverp
Remembering, that soon, the call
which she in peaceful trust hath an
swered. will come to each of us-that
what we do must soon be done, will it
not make us soldiers in the cause of
right most thoughtful and determined?
Earths monuments that lift
their bare brows to heaven--the me-
MORALS that stand in the inmost courts
OF the human heart, all, all alike are
founded in sorrow. They are built
in human helplessness- we build no
monuments in time of plenty. We
build no monuments while gentle
breezes blow. We build no monuments
while the day king glories in the sky.
But hope completes the work. IT'S
hopes angelic hand that crowns the
work and on the work completed she
doth write;
From mortal weakness shall rise
immortal strength.
From the darkness OF death shall
dawn eternal day.
From the tear drop OF sorrow shall
flash the rainbow OF everlasting joy.
Otwhat shall we buildp Well build
a monument in the human heart, not
Of marble, nor Of brass, nor OF mate
rial stuff shall be the monument that
we raise.
To whatp Not to pride, nor to am
bition, nor to the vanities OF the world
will We build. The monument that We
raise shall be Of sympathy and love.
Tho monument that we raise shall be
to purity, to innocence, to christian
patience, and to self denying love. To
that which makes life glad. and that
which death shall never claim. And
30 in o world OF pain and of tears; of
darkness, some times and Of death.
We keep memorial day for her who
lives where God doth wipe away all
tears; where pain doth never more az
f1ict; whore there is no more death,
whore the morning and the evening Of
eternity shall be memorial day to the
bonndless love Of Cod
From q tribute sent by Mics Anna
Rodgers read BY Miss Mae Sea. we give
the beautiful extracts.
Bands ofribbon white. bind togeth-
or all members Of the ~" the world
over. They make US one IN Joy. and
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