The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1897-07-10
RIR1HS-
Born, near Corder, Saturday, July 3
1897, to the wife of George Kessler, a boy


1884, 10 the wife OF GEORGE heSSler, q boy.
DEATHS.
Died, near Corder, Saturday, July 3, 1897,
the infant child of Frank Vanmeter, aged
about l year.
Died, on Friday, July 2, 1897, at her
home southeast of COrder, Mrs. Clarence
Corder, aged 80 years.
Died, at his home, near Lougwood,
Tuesday, July 9, 1897, from heart disease,
Judge Henry y. Field, aged 60 years.
Judge Field was one of the most promi-
nent citizens of Pettis county, and was
we'll known in this and surrounding
counties. He was a brother of Judge
Richard Field, of this city, and was born
in Louisville, KY, in 1897. He moved to
Missouri at an early age, and has taken a
prominent part in the public affairs of his
that county. He held the office of county
clerk OF Pettis county for eight years, and
served the people in a manner that gave
entire satisfaction. His death was lament
ed by all to whom he was known, and his
many friends extend their sincere SYM
pathy to the bereaved family.
The Sedalia Democrat has the following
to say in regard to his funeral:
THE funeral of Judge Henry Y. Field,
who died of apoplexy Tuesday, took place
from the Old School PRESBYTERIAN church
in Longwood yesterday afternoon, the
burial sermon being preached by Rev. G..
E.. Faxon, who took his text from the
fourth chapter of Second Thessalonians,
and In the course of his remarks paid a
magnificent eulogy to the deceased, who
was referred to as the friend of every man,
and without an enemy in the world.
Despite the heat, the funeral cortege was
the largest ever seen in Lougwood, show
ing in a slight degree the high esteem 10
which Judge Field was held"
IN MEMoRIAM.
Died, at her home in Dover, June q,
Mrs. Sallie L.. wife of Mr.. Elias Miers,
aged 81 years, s months and II days.
"Waiting through days of fever,
waiting through nights of pain,
For the watt of wings at the portal,
For the sounds of songs immortal
And the breaking of life's long chain.
''Fhere was little we could do for our dear
one,
Only to watch and pray,
AS the tide was onwa d drifting,
AS the gates of heaven were lifting,
And its CLEAN was on her way"
Sometimes we cannot feel that she ia
dead, and that some sweet day she will
come bacK to us and be our mother still;
then we know it can never be and oh
what bitter anguish fills our hearts with
ooA AOA hupWos
Always, when the duties of the day were
ended, we would go and sit with mother
and talk and sing together. She had a
peculiarly sweet voice in song, and even
toward the end 1t had lost none of its
sweetness. Awhile before she died she
sang with us that beautiful song, s'Jesus
Lover of My Soul" and when it was fin
ished and the last line died away, "Oh
receive my soul at last" we felt assured
that He would receive her soul at last.
AT first the burden seemed almost too
great TO bear, but we found sweet consol-
alton In the thought that for almost half
a century she had lived II Christian life,
aud In all those years had patiently borne
life's burdens; that il we would be like
her and the Christ she loved, we must
bear our part of LIES great sorrows. II
there was n one more beautiful feature
OF her life than another it was her con-
slant care and devotion to her mother,
h died five years ago at the age of 81
years. For thirteen long years she cared
for her as a mother would a little child,
and now she has gone to receive her
reward.
"Out of the the chill and the shadow
Into the thrill and the shine;
Out OF the earth and its sorrow,
Into the fullness divine.
Up from the strife and the battle,
Soon all the dear ones to meet,
Up to the palm and the laurel,
Oh! but the rest will be sweet.
"Leaving the cloud and the tempest,
Reaching the balm aud the cheer,
Finding the end of all sorrow,
Finding the end OF all fear,
Seeing the face of the Master,
Yearned for in distance and dream,'
Oh! for the rapture and gladness,
oh! such a vision supremeI
"MeetIng the dear ones departed,
Knowing them, claspiug their hands,
All the loved and true hearted,
There in the fairest of lands!
Sin evermore left behind her,
Pain nevermore to distress,
Changing the moan for the music,
Living her Saviour to bless.