Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1896-10-22


Graves Love, who died July 81, 1896,
aged months and 12 days.
see il now, see il now,
see it plain tonight
A casket small silk lace and all
Its handles cleaning bright;
see the mass of flowers snow white.
see her now, / see her now.
She's rObed in soft white lace.
Her curly head, tiny bed
OF snOw-white silk doth grace:
see the glass above her face
Those little hands, dead baby hands
That held the flowers so white;
The hymns they sang, the bell they rang,
II all comes back tonight.
see with weary eyes closed tight.
Those baby lips, those baby lips,
| yearn to kiss tonight.
Her cold, cold brow, | see il now,
Dear Lord, shut out the sight
OF dull, closed eyes once bright.
Bindfold my eyes, blindfold my eyes,
Shut out the dreary sight,
Deafen my ears, dry up those tears,
And take me home tonight,
Home to my baby and to world of light.
MAMMA.
Robert Cheseldine drowned This is
hard to realize and yet il is true We'd
nesday morning, September Goth, our
whole community was horribly shocked
and deeply grieved to hear that ROBERT
CHEsELDINE, of st. Mary's county, was
drowned. He was returning from Wash
a.re L. n
taken by the dreadful storm that swept
the whole country and without a pre-
monition of his approaching fate he be-
came a victim to- the fell destroyer.
Death with remOrscless grasp seized him
in the vigOr and bloom of his early man
hood. His generous and noble qualities
endeared him to those who knew him
best. We laid him beneath the sod in
the city of the dead, surrounded by gen.
erations of his ancestors where he slum-
bcrs awaiting the great awakening of
the resurrection. Friends while drop
ping the tear of sorrow, be comforted
that there is world fairer than this.
The golden gates were ajar for him and
he may have passed its portals and now
be reposing on the breast of Him whose
mercy is infinite. Devoted sisters grieve
not with a sorrow that cannot be sllevi-
ated. We hope he is now happy from
the evils and temptations of this world.
Dear, patient mother, how beautiful is
the resignation that enables you to bear
the parting from your darling boy.
Memory goes back to the blue-eyed
baby you graded on your breast, who
grew dearer as the years rolled over him
and became your comfort and your pride
DO not think of him as on this earthly
tabernacle Inn fa fov NJ fnu
Sanctified by suffering he has crossed
the cold waters of death and on the
other shore, with loved ones gone be-
fore, he IL waiting for mother. Only a
little while, little more slumber, lit
tie more folding of the hands and moth
er will join her boy in land that knows
no parting. May his death be sanctified
to the good of men and to the glory OF
Godl A SCHooLMATE.
Mrs. MARGARET LATHROUM died
at the residence of her son, Mr.. Leo. j
Latbroum, at 1905 N. Eden Street, Bal
timore, on Thursday, October, g, after 8
short illness, in the send year of hei
age.
Mrs, Lathroum was born and reared
in st. Mary's county, where she LIVED
until three years ago, when she removed
with her son to Baltimore.
In the first blush of the past summer
she returned 60 st. Mary's to visit thu
graves of her kindred, the playground
of her childhood, and the home of he
mature womanhood, and to mingle Will
the now small remnant of her early as
sociates, friends and relations, and re
turned to Baltimore only few week
since.
The deceased lady was widely known
in st. Mary's, where she had spent 81
many long years, and was UNIVERSAL.
loved, respected and admired for he
Christian and womanly virtues.
But, the summons came, Just as au
tumn and winter was about blending
and she yielded without a murmur.
Death is no respecter OF persons. III
is black camel that kneais at the gat
of all. He beats, with impartial knock
ings, at the cabins of the poor, and tn
palaces of kings. He crosses with i'm
partial footstep the portals of all. an
hangs his cross at every door, withou
q regard 70 rank or sex or age.
The world does not shed many tear
over these who leave il without STAMP
ing indelible impressions on its har
surface.
y Memory cannot light lamp at colo
dead shrine. The light that assume
death, is reflected from the stars, b,
yond which the spirits of the love
ones have fed.
Bitter tears of hopeless grief leave n
green verdure on the grave. The nc
and refreshing libation is only poure