Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1893-03-17
In Memoriam.



How dark this world seems when Dealt
"snatches with resistless hand" a dear brigh
friend, and the iron gate closes unexpect
eddy and leaves MS in bewildered sorrow -
How strange it seems that | should be LETT
to deplore her loss.
Mrs. Gassaway seemed formed for refined
cheerful society, in which she delighted, yet
she shone most brightly in her own home
where with kindly hospitality she enter.
tanned so generously. The void there is
deeper than words can express. An adored
wife and loved mother, our hearts ache for
the desolate jewellers in that home which
she frightened and adorned.
She loved flowers, as she loved all beau
tlin things, and with rare taste and skill she
gathered around her lovely home choice
plants and trees, whose pleasant fragrance
will ever whisper of her. An only daugh.
ter of wealthy and indulgent parents, she
enjoyed the early advantages of liberal
education; later, her fine mind was enlarged
and developed by reading and travel. Her
letters and conversation evnced her wide
range Of thought, and few indeed were as
intelligent, as vivacious or as companion
able. Believing in Christ, as she truly did,
and confessing Him in the church militant,
we look to meet her in His presence, where
| there is joy forever.
She rests in her early home, Hagerstown,
beside her idolized son John, whose death,
in the dawn of most promising life, was
the great sorrow of her existence. w hen
she awakes may il be to blessed reunion
with her MISUNDERSTANDING in Jesus, we
shall be forever with Him and W it'll those
who are His r.
Died, at his fathers residence, near Salem,
on February Goth, 1893, OF consumption,
John w. Barber, in tho Goth year OF his
age--as manly spirit as mold of clay Ger
held prisoner. In this hour of sorrowing
while we listen for the football of our de.
parted friend, as We assemble around the
hearthstone where our loved ones were
wont to meet, as we wait to hear the words
OF Christian courage which in days gone by
so often fell from his lips, In this hour
yearning for resignation to the mighty law,
Heavenly Father We would say, THY will
be done" A devoted and loved son, a loving
and kind brother, a considerable FRIEND an
admrer of all that was beautiful and good,
and although SO young when stricken down
by the fatal shaft and knowing that he must
die, leave all that human hearts hold dear,
home OF love and brightness, happy friends
and more than bright prospects for the
iutuic, hO tuiIilJ idiu tuctIl all usiuc Wiling
TO live or die as his Saviour might will,
peace made treasure laid up waiting for
eternal enjoyment. Always bright and
happy, as the pale rider advanced his bright
face Indicated the delights in store beyond
the river, and turning TO those whom he
loved as his life he seemed 10 say meet me
there. He has gone TO meet his dear mother.
What happy meeting that will be. Then
weep not father and brother, we know 1t Is
sad bereavement, but he is far better off
than we who are left TO journey on in this
world OF sorrow and care. May you, when
your summons comes to cross the dark river
Of death, enter the boat as iearessly us he
did, aud while We mingle our tears with
those who weep upon his grave the writer
lays richest tribute his words can frame and
lips utter.
Green be the turf above thee,
Friend OF my better days,
None knew thee but to love thee,
None named thee but to praise
Bright bud from Maryland's sunny bower
How briei the perfume thou hast shed,
We loved the sweet expanding flower,
But alas 1t withered and is dead.
n T.