The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1895-04-12
AT. REST


oh, thou mysterious guest,
who comes at morn. at noon. at
night of life's short day and takes
from our homes those choicest
treasures; thou never canst be
welcome. NTis thus we feel, now
bowed with grief and hearts
made strangely sad by the call
ing of our friend, Byrd Faris,
from earth's cares to heavens
rewards. From friends as from
the dear ones of the home has
been heard the sad expression,
How can we live without her o.
BY her noble qualities she had
endeared herselfto all who knew
her. To US her life seemed as a
rare and fragrant flower each
day developing to perfection,
and those who called her friend
mourn this transplantiug to the
paradise above.
From girlhood she went about
doing good. Her college friends
name the stepping stones upon
which their Youthful feet were
placed Alright and say, Byrd
taught ne.
In her home, words fail to ex.
press the place she filled. The
last to linger in the childhood
home she realized the meaning
of all but one departed, and, as
such, was the constant compan.
ion of her aged father, whose
every want she seemed to antici.
pate and to be all in all to him
was her constant endeayor and
greatest JOY 10 her sisters and
brothers she had proved herself
worthy Of being called ille wise
counsellor. one from whom ali
their joys and cares had quick
response.
The homes she bad gIaddened,
when sickness or need called with
ptaintive voice, were many in.
deed. She was ever ready to
make the anguish OF other hearts
the suffering of her own. These
will miss her gentle ministrations
and often long for .the touch OF
a vanished hand aud the sound
of voice that is still"
Her love forhome, and friends
and strangers was an outward
evidence of her love for her Sa.
viour, whom she served in the
beauty of holiness. knowing her
perfect sent,mission in life. sug.
gests to US her last words to be,
Suffer me TO go to Christ that
calleth me.
There are other hearts this
death has saddened. By the
beautiful Lake, hautauqua, there.
where all nature seems complete,
and man is brother to his fellow
man. then We are Seven formed
a friendship that vanished not
with the autumn leaves of 90
but like the tendrils of a vine
twined round each other. This
friend was one of that number
and the first to be called home.
We feel the sorrow which this
severance causes and come with
saddened hearts to condole with
the bereaved family and to pay a
deserved tribute of affection to
our departed friend.
To those of our number who
say. our wreath is broken and its
choicest flower has been taken. |
would say. if TO live in hearts
we leave behind is not to die
then I'VE are Seven still and
this our friend has only gone be-
fore. and will await our coming.
as we used to wait each Others
coming at the landing here. The
circle has been broken. she has
opened the wreath and taken her
part of the garland, finished, TO
the Master. who has said, III it
be lifted up | will draw all men
unto me- Let us, remaining
here. so weave to this lifted gar.
land, now held by Jesus above.
until he calls the last one home.
and then, joining the last ones
work to hers, who finished first
he shall say, your work is well
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