The Robesonian. [volume] (Lumberton, N.C.) 1870-current, 1897-09-08
IN MEMORIAM.

The death OF Mrs Annie Jouey (nee
Wellington few weeks ago was very
unexpected ard for this reason, douLly
sad. no one thought when she became
sicl on Friday ti,ae before lie week was
gone she should be dead. A bride Of
three short months, We didn't think that
she could die 50 soon With one so
young and fair thoughts OF death had
not been associated.
She was forced TO take her bed Satur-
iay, Judy sid. Fever, together with
long couplained-o pain near her heart, t
began It's deadly work She was patien,
from the beginning though she seemed
fully convinced that she could not live
As the days went BY and ali efforts Of ker
physician and her friends seemed use
lass, strange longing came over her to
80. She talked freely and said she did
not care to live. Why? Can we not be-
ileve that Ill the midst OF her excruciating
pains God rolled back the scroll of the
| future and allowed 1Ier to catch g1i1npses
Of the sweets of heaven? Can we not
think, all, can we not believe, that she
saw "Uncle Bill" "Silas," and "Aunt
Ann all with outstretched hands bid
ding her come? Sweetest of all can we
not know that she looked into ithe b1es-
sed face of Jesus as, with outstretched
arms; He babe her come? Death came
! lite II n a11tr
to her for she knew she could not live.
, Saturday morning, July 10th, i'll the gray
twilight of the dawning, while the great
' world around her lay stepped in slurnber,
she whispered her last goodbye. Death
triuinp1led over the efforts of her skilled
physician and laughed at the tears Of le1
loved ones, but above the shout Of Tx
monster and its workings of grief sound
ed the voice of ooh death, where is til,
sting? Oh grave, where is thy victory
The sting of death IS sin, but thanks b
|, to God which giveth us the victor,
through our Lord jesus Christi
And now, what shall say to her 1no
ther and the others? Aunt Caroline, yo
Il have already felt the pangs Of grief
u Your heart still bleeds for the husband
II the child the sister. This perhaps, is til
50 last great grief Of your life. There ma
be i'll store for you soon the JOY of har
- py reunion. God softens your grief all
ii hand you down to your grave i'll peac
Il Brothers, strive to live noble and pu1
a. lives. Let the memory OF your sist
"a now III heaven rest Ike 4 heavenly ben
!, diction upon YOU until one day you s1aa
clasp her to your bosons. Husband,
H. thoughts Of your sairted wife lead "
'ae into pure and noble life~and thus in
% an eternity with her i'll heaven.
if Now my simple words and ain don
:: Dearest Annie, sainted cousin, true
= friend, my conlrade from childhood
lie the way to manhood, am lonely sir.
ly you went away. l can't think or WI
to- Of you now without tears. Let me tlli
all o: you as one day standing upon the b
Elements Of heaven and i'll your Q,
sweet voice, SO dear to us i'll life, CALI
to me to come. Let us think that I
broken chain shall one day be mend
and i'll heaven l shall dwell forever w
liu' you.
LII '"rhey said that love would die WI
hope was gone. Love sorrowed long {
~. 10 rionrned after Hope. At last she son
s-0' out Memory and then trod the same
'i|' paths where 1-oPe had walked with 10
70 and Memory fed the soul with tear
% So shall memory ever keep green
love for You.
IS ''6till onward winds the dreary way;
with it; for long to prove
80 No laps of rroo1s can canker Love,
= Whatever fclIe tongues may say.
And if that eve which watches quiet
. O. And goodness, and hath power to see
:. within the green the 1noulder'd tree
. 40 And towers falI'1l as soon as built.
Oh, II indeed that eye forsees
lnds Oh see lin Him is no hefore)
In more Of life true life 10 more
SIS; And Love the Indifference to be.
Then might ! find ere the morn
Breaks titller over Indian seas,
20 20 Not shadow waiting with the keys
To STROUD me from my proper scorn.
-o JANE
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