Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1896-01-07
Lillian way Moore.


Miss Lillian May Moore, eldest daughter of
Mr. Thomas j. and Mrs. Sarah II. Moore,
died at the residence of her father, in Hall
town, Monday, December 10. at z p. M.
arter a lingering illness, in the S5th year of
her age Deceased had been in failing health
for several years, having been confined to the
house for the past two years and to her bed
room the past four months, her suffering ut
times being almost unbcarable. She had
united with the Presbyterian church in her
childhood days and WAS a taithfpl and con-
| sistent member of the Church at Charles
Town up until her DEATH Few had more
friends than she. The many admirable quail
tiles and the lii and loving nature OF the
Athlete one made her all the more dear TO her
friends. and it was with many n heart pang
that they watched the gradual wasting away
of the bright young life they loved so Wen,
| while they were unable to check the rayages
of the disease. Nothing was left undone TO
| alleviate her pain oy kind and loving hands
/ and they were rewarded in their efforts by the
| deep appreciation OF the suffering one Con-
| scious hat the end was drawing near she had
the family called to her room, when she told
them her time to leave them was drawing
near, that she did not care to live longer, for
| God had prepared u place for her in Heaven,
| where there was no suffering: She also told
| her parents to tell her pastor, Rev. DR.. A. q.
| Hopkins, that All was Well" She talked
beautifully of the life beyond the grave, where
| her body would be free from pain and where
| she could again be happily united with those
she loved so well. She selected the pail
bearers and the hymns she desired 10 be SING
at the grave and requested that her wishes
he carried ont after death. From this time on
| she grew weaker and Monday evening she
| called her sorrowiug father, mother, brothers
and sisters to her bedside where she kissed
them farewell and blde til m meet her IN
| Heaven. Thus was the scene in this dying
| hambc her loved ones weeping with their
vision darkcncd by grief aud gloom. unaware
| that the lovely rays of Heaven were shining IN
| the room with Angels in their midst to curry
one of the sweetest and most beautiful flowers
| that ever bloomcd OH earth to Heaven, there
to transplant it in the garden of Paradise,
where its Christian fragrance could be waited
| over the throne of God. Oh, What a Heaven
Iy scene. How sweet to die in Christi o,
Death where is thy sting ! o. grave where is
thy victory A sorrow stricken father and
mother. two brothers. Charles b. and Harry
NJ, aud four sisters, Birdie j., Florcno. Lulu
and Mrs. Fannie j. Bratt, and o very large
circle of relatives. aud friends are left to
mourn her death.
December ~, services being held at the house
conducted by her pastor, DIR. Hopkins, who
spoke beautifully of the life deceased had lived
and how she had endeared herself to all by
her bright, intelligent mind, quick wit, easy
conversational power and her kind and sym
pathetic disposition. She had set q glorious
example to the world and none could do better
than follow in her footsteps. An immense
number of friends from all over the county,
and from Frederick and Washington counties
Maryland, where deceased was well known
and a great favorite, attended the services
After services at the house remains were taken
to Charles Town and interment made in Edge
Hill Cemetery. The Presbyterian choir sang
the hymns Home of the Sour and "Heaven
of Rest at the grave. being selections made
by deceased. The floral offerings were numer-
Gus and of pretty designs. The pallbearers
were: E. P. Willard and r. Hoskinson. of
Knoxville, Nd, Richard and Harry Moore,
Weyerton. Md, cousins of the deceased;
Preston Miller, Bakerton. and DIR. Hurst, of
Halltown.
When the writer comes to realize that such
q faithful friend, whose earthly purposes and
bright young dreams of life, were mostly
known to himself, he can only pause in awe
at the mighty work of an arm that is not
seen and a power that is not comprehended.
God gave and God haih taken away. Only
the memory of her life remains. All else is
with God. This is enough. Out of this bright
memory springs hope; out of this hope comes
peace, and upon her grave we lay flowers in
tenderness of love. The dews of spring. the
sunshine of summer, the frosts of autumn, the
winds of winter, joy aud sorrow, earth and
all it knows can do no more. Nothing comes
in vain, neither lite nor death. God docth all
things well. 70. q. u.