The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1894-07-12
A BEAUTIFUL TRIBUTE
To the Life and Character of Mr.,
M A. Walker

Ring the bell softly, there's Grape on tn,
| door,
Over memories of the past, would
open once more the sweet fountain,
| of joy, but we are almost stricken
| dumb and helpless, our hearts turn
all the future OF tenderness into the
| shadowy past" while we linger to pay
| last tribute of love and respect to our
| departed friend, Mrs. NJ. a. Walker
A woman with charming and mag
! netic personal attractions, winning,
cultured and refined, with sterling
qualities both of head and heart-one
who never made an enemy or lost a
| friend. In her home circle where she
filled so admirably the delicate posi-
tion Of step-mother and mother, in her
neighborhood, in her Kings Daugh-
ters," she will be sadly missed. Taken
suddenly away in the bloom of
Womanhood from an adoring husband,
and four interesting children her loss
is irreparable a cheerful, loving,
thoughtful, christian wife and mother,
a sympathetic and kind neishbor, she
has written her name and deeds as
legible on the hearts Of those she has
left behind as the stars of heaven.
For no monument carved from Parian
marble is so lasting as the one we
"IIUC III IcUUciS vi lONC Ou OUIlCES
hearts Truly, in the chcckered area
OF human experience the seasons are
all mingled as in the golden age,
fruit and blossom hang together, one
tends the green cluster, another
the wine-press. Nay in each of our
lives, harvest and spring time are one
till death gathers and sows us anew
in His invisible fields. But "There is
no DEATH" it is only a transition.
Where er he finds smile too bright,
Or heart too pure for taint vice,
He takes it and transplanJs it into
bliss to adorn immortal bowers.
Why should we try to withhold from
Our Divine Maker our brightest and
best? Death always loves a shining
mark. A dew-drop falls into the
ocean and lies hidden in shell, in the
dark, unfathomed cave, but that dew
drop shall grow into a pearl of mar
velous price to gleam in mOnarch's
diadem. The seed is dropped into the
ground, out Of sight, but in time it
will put forth bud, unfold it's petals,
kissed by the ardent sun, until it has
bluShed into a glowing flower. So the
clear dew-drops from her crystalline
thoughts may rest in the minds of her
loved ones to become a pearl of great
price in their diadem of noble endeav.
or, and the seed growing slowly in
darkness may bloom into fadeless and
fair 1mmOrtelles for their brows.
The high esteem in which she was
held was borne eloquent testimony to
by the large cOncourse OF friends who
came to tender their sympathy to the
beredved family. The floral tributes
were unique, tasty and lovely, and
literally covered tho beautiful metal
lie casket. Quite a large number Of
friends were present this morning to
accompany the remains to the train.
The Delphine Circle of Kings Daugh-
terS (Of which she was member) at
tended in body. Several friends
went with the bereaved husband to
Durham, where the burial took place
at 30 this afternoon.
"Ah, well for Us all some sweet hope lies
Deeply buried from human eyes;
And, in the hereafter, angels may
Roll the stone from its grave away
A FRIEND.