Mexico weekly ledger., 1897-11-11
$4,000
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ET T %.
Cassius C. Coueland.

Soooluo 70 SSPOAoA6
"Leaves have their time to fall and
flowers to wither at the north winds
breath, and stars to set, but thou hath
all seasons for thine own, o DEATH"
On Friday, November 9th, at his
home, near Martinsburg, Missouri,
Cash Copeland crossed the dividing
line between time and eternity;
bursted through the veil that shuts
from mortal view the beauties Of the
great city and the countless joys Of
the saints.
A noble man, loving, tender and
true, a wife's idol, a family's pride
and a doting mothers child.
Cash Copeland was born in Buena
Vista, Pennsylvania, and came to Mis-
souri, about 20 years ago and lived
with his father and family till the day
of his death. He was 80 years old,
having been born in 1858.
He leaves a wife, a good old mother,
a large family of brothers and sisters
and many warm friends to mourn
after him.
About three years ago he was mar
ried to Miss Nellie House, of Wells
vile, and to bless this union, little
Halle, a beautiful blue-eyed little
girl, is left, on whom the heart-strick-
en- mother can bestow her affection,
in loving remembrance of her departed
husband. That dear little child, only
two years of age, when looking at her
father for the last time on earth, said,
awake up, papa" and continued its
little exhortations, not knowing how
vain her requests and ignorant OF the
greater grief she was producing.
"Wake up, papa" Would We wake
him if we could? Are we anxious to
have our loved ones with us? Do we
really wish them back, where sin,
sickness and death await to again
entrap them? No! a thousand times;
No! Once through the pearly gates,
let US close them in, that they may be
shut off from suffering and remain
there, the recipients of the rich bless
ings and the beautiful crowns.
To know Cash was to love him.
You have only to remember his faith
fitness to his friends. his protection
to his family, his courtesy to strangers
and his watchfulness over his home
affairs, to form a beautiful picture of
the life of Cash Copeland.
No wonder that good, grand old
mother is almost dead of grief. He
was q staff upon which she daily
leaned for support and was a light
that guided her in the tottering end
of her useful life. May the God of
perfect peace and love cause to shine
from the diadem of the departed son
brilliant streams of golden light that
may reach the eyes of the careworn
mother, that she may still see him
and rejoice with him in all his glory.
G. c. Copeland, of Moberly; G. G..
Copeland, now of Alaska; Mrs. Roll
lings, of st. Louis; Mrs. Douglass and
Mrs. Elton, of Wellsville, aud Miss
Belle Copeland, of Martinsburg, with
the mother, Mrs. Martha Copeland,
constitute the remaining family. The
father, Joseph Copeland, died in 1888
at the age of 70 years, and Mrs. Cope
land is now 70. Mrs. Copeland has
seemingly had more than her share of
the great burdens of life to come upon
her within the past year. Glass was
in the terrible wreck on the Wabash,
Gale babe her goodbye perhaps for
ever when he left for Alaska and now
she has lid to rest the only child that
has preceded her to the other shore.
But the yoke is easy if we only learn
to know God and to fully realize that,
being like Him, we shall finally know
that all things r Tor the best in the
ways of Divine Providence.
Cassius has only paid a debt that is
demanded of us all.
"Keep your lamps well filed with oil,
That's good and pure and will not
spoil,
And keep them burning all the while,
To light your way;
Your work will soon be done,
And you'll quit the soil some day."
L. P. CRIGLER.