The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1893-04-01

turned my thought to the great hereafter
state, where her mansion, long preparing,
externally shall stand" 1 thought of the
incident when the Lord sent his horses
and chariots of fire to take Elijah the
great prophet of Israel home. And if
Elisha, his illustrious successor upon
whose shoulders his shoulders his mirac-
ulous mantlel fell could t%ruthfully say,
my fatherl-my father! the chariots of
Israel, and the horsemen thereof:" SO, we
can with equal truth and emphasis, say
our mothersl our mothers! Imore patient
for veal or woe to the human race, h a
all the armieso of earth.
A grand.old- fashioned mother has fallen
asleep but all her children, and all her
~neighbors, do "rise up and call her bless
ed" Will the good Lord OF all, bless all
such mothers, and in our heartsland lives,
forever keep their memories green"
The morning before her death she was
at the breakfast table. To the very last
she was conscious of her approaching end;
and her mind was clear and bright. She
said to her son that she was ready to go
whenever the Lord shall call.
The infidel may sneer at Christianity
and say it is all a delusion; but the argu-
ment in its favor, that, in death, no man
ever regretted his Christianity, is unan-
swerable. At that time, our regret will be
that we have not Ibeen better, and more
faithful Christians. p. s. WILKES.
LUCIE MoUNTJoY ATKINSON.
There was a spray OF white Grape de-
pending from the door knob. Upon this
the pure white snow had fallen and
melted, and it dropped there looking as If
it were wet with tears-pearly tears, often
the result of 'pleasurable emotion; bright,
sparkling tears, mayhap the expression
OF love; sad, briny tears wrung from their
fount by the deepest, intensest anguish of
agonized hearts. Tears shed by a mother
bereft of a darling. child; tears yelling up
from the wellspring of a fathers desolated
love; tears believing the cheek of sisters,
brothers, husband and friends.
Oh, the anguish, the inexpressible grief
of which that simple peice OF tear-be-
dewed craps was the mute emblemI 1t
told OF the death of one of L%exington's
f~airest, sweetest daughters. Plainly it
said, there is bereavement and death and
sorrow within. There is woe, there is that
tense drawing of the heart-strings that
only the loss OF loved ones can give. There
are wailing and weeping and agony and
grief.
Scatter your feathers of snow, o clouds
scatter them wide and scatter them fast,
scatter them till housetop and tree, hill,
woodland and vale are wrapped in its
pure white shrou6; but no fairer, nc
purer Is that han the soul that has de.
parted.
Weep, o moaning trees, and sigh W
gentle Witnessing with those who grieve
the sad, solemn requiem of death, for hil
angel hath lain his hand on one beloved
and desolation reigns with gloom ant
!, sorrow.
Hide far your shining face, o sun, ant
you we sparkling hosts of heavens Blended
dome, cover your faces with cloudinl
mists-the shadow OF Deaths dark valley
is upon those within, and the joyous sun
shine would be but a mockery, the gilt
! tering starlight q promise broken.
Put on thy garbs of mourning, o earth
3 Death hath robbed you, despoiled you O
one, who called away, could not linger
but who has gone to that brighter, tina
better world, where souls like this ar
' gathered to make 1t still brighter, still
I better, still loyelier and still more pure.
3 And yet how sweet the thought as W
! gaze upon the face OF the dead, so calm
SO still, so pearly white, that only tn
Sbody can die. That the soul, like the fra
GRANGE Of the rose preserved lives On an
on lending added sweetness to whateve
it touches. That like the light OF the sur
which after the great orb has passed be
| yond the western hills, still lightens II
r the landscape, bathes the mountain to
' in a glory of gold, and gives to cloud an
n at or q hQoufy M mortal hand aon linn
That like a river flowing onward to til
e sea and reaches it, is taken up by tn
{ sparkling sunbeams and returned to us /
the pearly dew drop or gentle, life-givin
,Lehowers. That like the metal rusting @
. our feet is lost and disappears only t
come again in the brilliant blush tn
flower puts on, giving life and beauty I
nature, giving health and JOY to man, civ
5 ing heaven and love to earth.
Died, at her home In Ottawa, Kansa
q on Sunday evening. March %, 1893,
congestion OF the brain, Lucie Belle, bt
u loved wife of Robert Atkinson, Jr., age
81 years, z months and 8 days.
e. Mrs. Atkinson was the daughter OF {
!, M. and Isabella Mountioy, of this cit.
le and a native of Lexington, where her CT
III Gle OF friends was only bound by the lii
OF acquaintance.
oi On the 14th day Of October, 1891, 81
ie was married to Mr.. Robert Atkinson, al
after q bridal tour OF a few weeks, wei
~ with him to Ottawa where a delight
y home had been prepared to receive he
There with unalloyed happiness Il
III young couple lived in ~contentment al
>. peace, In that happiness that only mutu
IA love can produce. Merry was the winte
ie time spent, spring-time added fresh JOY
T. The summe brought its blessings and ii
10 golden autumn shared with them its ha
y, vests OF fruits and flowers.
es Two months ago a cloud came. IT
IN wife became sick. Worse she grew despi
8. the kindest attention. Relative al
friend, mother, father, sister came, b
Oh the sick paled and languished. Then
IS, was thought she was better. The SUI
ID shine Of hope burst out from behind ii
re cloud of dread. But only for a short spt
Cd when the rift closed up and gloom Sc
u tied again, the sun went down and Il
rs shadow OF death came in its stead.
The remains were brought to Lexingt,
TX Monday evening and were laid to rest
as Machpelah cemetery Wednesday afte
D. noon. The obsequies were celebrated
the Christian church, at 2 p. m, Elder
NJ. Goode assisted by Rev w. A. Wills
re officiating.
The church had been most beautiful
r. decorated. Floral offerings were in pr
n fusion, everyone seeming to desire
he show by these sweet emblems of love a
friendship the grief their pent hea,
bore. From Lexington Lodge, No. l
mt and Keller Division No. 80. u. r. K. of
was a triangle resting on a cushion OF re
in flowers. There were anchors, wreatl
harps, cushions, crosses and crowns
IN. roses and Easter lilies, typical of victo
lisa and rest. "The cross borne, the cro'
On gained. 1.-THE dead was robed in her bri,
vestments, and looked like one swee
ty, sleeping. A special choir sang Ssh
US. Gone" and a wall Of sorrow mingled W
Az sobs inc other expressions of grief blu
las from the vast audience. The choir til
sang beautiful Land" Prayer follow
this, after which the discourse. Z
IN. preacher said heaven was not as far of
,he some supposed. 1t is nigh unto US. TIL
rs. is only q line that divides darkness fir
lioht tho saan from tho unsaop hoo,