The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1894-11-29

IN MEMORIAM.

LittleJames Massenburg Moore is dead
Around the Throne of God in Heaven,
Thousands of children stand
sweep not for him By fleet or slow decay,
1t never grieved his bosom's core to mark
His prospects wither !; or his hopes grow
dark;
translated by his God, with spirit pure
as snow flakes driven,
He passed as 'twere in smiles, from earth
to Heaven.
Weep not for him
Weep not for him I! He is an angel now,
And treads the sapphire floors of Para
disc;
All darkness wiped from his refulgent
Sin, sorrow, suffering banished from his
eyes:
Victorious over death to him appear
The vista'd joys of Heavens eternal year
Weep not for him y
Died. in Littleton, North Carolina. at
ten O'Clock at night, Wednesday, Novem-
Der 14th, 1894, aged 3 years and
months, James Massenburg Moore, be-
loved son OF Charles q. and Mary Moore,
and grandson OF Major John ". Moore,
OF Hartford county, and of James p.
Massenburg, of Vance.
The constant attention OF Drs. l.. j.
Picot and Willis Aston, two OF the
this Commonwealth, and the tears and
prayers and tender ministrations of
agoniZed loved ones, could not put aside
the icy hand of pneumonia that crushed
the precious vase and bore the flower of
life away.
The dear little form in its snowy casket
was brought to the home OF its grand
parents in Henderson.
There has never been in this section of
the State greater or more sincere eXhi-
bitiOn of sorrow and sympathy, than
that extended the parents and grand
parents of this little child by the citizens
of Littleton, Franklinton and Hender-
son. Even the colored friends Of the
family and of the child, testified their
sympathy and sorrow.
The flowers, Autumn's choicest gift,
purest tribute of respect and love, were
many and exceedingly beautiful, banked
upon the little casket and borne by \. {.
Zollicoffer and Thomas Gooch, following
J. H. Bridgers, Henry Macy, Reddn
Perry and W. A. Hunt, who, as pail
bearers, bore one OF the loveliest and
sweetest flowers that has ever beautificd
the earth and gladdencd the hearts of
near anu uedF ones.
In the Methodist Episcopal church was
gathered q great cOncOurse of friends,
and as the funeral cOrtege passed down
the aisle the subdued, tremuIous music
of the choir breathed hope and love-
The service conducted by the pastor
Rev. W. l.. Cuninggim, was one of the
most touching and appropriate, and his
remarks among the most beautiful, elo-
quent and tender that this writer has
| ever heard.
The choir with great pathos and
delicacy rendered these lines:
"When we see precious flower.
| That we tended with such care,
Rudelv taken from our bosom,
! How our aching hearts despair.
He shall sleep, but not forever.
In the lone and silent grave
Just as the sun, like a great globe Of
gold, sank in the West, the words,
F." Nearer my God, to Thee floated upon
| the evening air aud we laid little Massen-
| burg Moore to rest.
| There we laid him by the side of his
| little sister, who fell asleep in June, and
| tender, loving hands covered them both
| with flowers.
Little Massenburg was bright, beau
tiful boy Whenever he wished he came
|
often travelling under the care of the
| conductors. Every one on the trains,
and many travellers knew and loved the
child. 1t was touching picture to see
| Captain DrummOnd, than whom no one
has q nObler, warmer heart, bending in
| sorrow and love over the form of his
little friend.
| Little Massenburg was the idol of his
| grandparents, and the sweetest music
that ever fell upon the ears of his grand
father Massenburg, was when some time
coming from Littleton, the child would
run to him and exclaim, "Me's tum to
see YOU, daddy!'' And often he would go
to his grandfather and say, "Me loves
you daddy, mes named for you, daddy
As | looked upon him in his little
casket so fast asleep that no kiss OF
mother or loving one could ever awaken
him again on earth, thelitte hands, pure
aud more dimpled and dainty than were
ever chiseled of Parian marble, the curly,
golden hair, brighter than the sunshine,
never to toss in play again, the little feet
still, and the sweet voice hushed, re-
membered the words of him who wrote
"No sleep so calm, so fair to look upon,
| he seems a creature fresh from the hand
of God, and waiting for the breath OF
|
! deathI'
In the presence of this shattered hope,
this blighted Joy, this awful sacrifice,
| asked myself, how can the loving ones
bear this blow? And straightway there
| came these words of the Book OF Life
"Suffer little children to come unto me-
and forbid them not for of such is the
Kingdom of God. And He took them
and blessed them, laying his hands upon
Them "The Lord my Shepherd is,
shall not want 'Let not your heart
be troubled, We believe in God
One of the sweetest thoughts thai
; ever comes to a mother who has lost hel
child, i, that her little one will remain {
child in Heaven:
"A babe in glory is a babe forever,
Perfect as spirits, and able to pour forth
Their glad heart in the tongues which
angels use,
These nurslings gathered in God S nursery
Forever grow in loneliness and love.
Yet cannot pass the limit which define
Their being:
Nor reckon Gods designs in them
Frustrate, or shOrn of full accomplishment,
, The lily is as perfect as the oak,
And SharOn'S roses are as beautiful
AS Lebanon ) ma ieStiC cedar cl0Wr.
| And now to the mother of this dea
heart is crushed-its little arms wi
welcome you again, when YOU, too, sha
| pass the portal of the g Bridal City bui
r of crystal gold and bright with jewels,
;. and its childish voice will greet yo
murmuring:
"Welcoue to Heaven dear mother, we
{ come home,
V Welcome to thy inheritance of light.
Thy infant babes have woven wreaths II
thee,
And the angel choirS are ready with the
symphonies
y OF praise A golden harp
Is hangingior thee on the Tree OF Life,
t And sweetly shall its chords forever ring
Responsive to thy touch of ecStacy
With hallelujahs to thy Lord and ours
is W. r. HENRY.
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