The Monticellonian., 1895-09-13
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ful Home, above, to sing with the pure in heart, the songs be loved to hear. He was happy, joyous child-the light of our homeland how we miss him.
 Yes, the little mound is in the graveyard, That short and narrow bed, No grass is growing over it,
 No marble at the head We may go and meet beside it,
 Yes, meet and kiss the sod, But will find no balm for sorrow,
 Unless we look to God, and ask him to heal the broken heart, and give us grace to bear our sad bereavement. Fold away the little garments,
 That our darling used to wear, He will need them here, no nevsr,
 He has climbed the golded stair. Gather up the little playthings,
 That are scattered All around; He will want them no more, never,
 He has found a fnrcr ground Don't you know the Savior called him. From this earth of sin and care, To be a lamb upon his bosom;
 Parents, kindred, meet him there.
 ONE THAT LOVED HIM.
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 Carrie Reaves. little daughter of W. NJ. and Sallie Erwin, was born October 18th, 1891, and on Aug. 20th, 1895, was released from pain and suffering, and trans planted in Heaven, the home of the pure and good. Carrie Reaves was sweet, loving child, Il bright jewel to her parents and il source of great comfort to the home she made so bright, by her presence. But bright as she was, she was taken from her parents. The Mas. ter had need of her, and called her away. Weep not, dear father, mother little brothers, and sister, yonr little darling and and sister is sate' He, who said, suffer lit tie children to come unto me-" will care for your sweet one. May God richest blessings rest upon you; and may His Holy Spirit guide and direct you in the way ot life, 50 that when done with the troubles and cares of lite, you may meet your little one, and be an un- broken family in that great home above.
 Dearest one blessed child,
 How We loved thee all the while,
 Dearest one we loved thee so,
 None but heaven will eycn know.
 E CT Cousin, MuG.
 
 On the 2lst. of August 1895, the daughter of Mr and Mrs. W. G. Griffin. Age If years and elev: on months. She was sick about four weeks with typhoid fever. Mary Earnest was q good and obe dient daughter, loved by all who knew her. Her precious life on this earth was short but beautiful. She had no i'll will against any one; died loving all whom she knew; She leaves Papa, Mama three sisters, two brothers; besides a host of relatives and friends to mourn her loss-we should not say loss, she is onl y asleep in the arms of our dear Savior, we should all strive to meet her in her etern, al home, whore she will know nc pain or sorrow, Dear Auntie, Uncle, sisters and brothers, now have the sympthy of friends and l the consolation of the Gospel Bereaved ones weep not for youl dear one for she is resting swoctly in the arms of Jesus. Dear Mary has bid the tolls and trials of this earth good-by and gone where nc fair well tears arc shed.
 Dear Mary, You have left us,
 Here, your loss we deeply feel,
 But tis God that has bereft us
 He can all our sorrow heal.
 A precious one from us is gone.
 A voice we loved is still,
 A pluce is vacant in our home
 Which can never Ee filled
 Her Cousin, PATTIE BUaKs.
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