The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1897-11-19
WEST END.

WEST END, Nov. 6.-After n long ST.
lence, feel it time to again contribute
few items regularly to the HERALD,
which comes as a welcome visitor each
week, year In and year out, to numbers
of homes in its own, and many other
states, making glad-yes, more than
glad-the hearts of those who are eXiles
in some foreign land.
Everything moves on as usual in this
vicinity. After q long drought, the
rain was to the farmers especially a
happy surprise, allowing the soil to be
turned and put in readiness for large
wheat crops.
The Mcdowell school, under its pres
ent management, is giving great sat
isfaction. A large aud very prompt
attendance, good order, and rapid
progress are few evidences of its sue
cess.
Miss Willie Walker is in Clear Wa
ter, Florida, for the winter.
Mrs. Emma Martin and family will
soon move to Coleman, Texas.
Misses Abilene and Ida Lipscomb
have been visiting relatives in the
country.
The most important improvement in
this community is the new William
sport and Columbia turnpike, which is
II caring completion, and when finished
will be great convenience. 1t will
also cause several changes, new resi-
dences, new store, and other improve
ments, in the near future.
The citizens of this neighborhoOd and
many others were much shocked and
deeply grieved at the sad and uneXpec-
ed death of one of Maury County's best
men. On last Saturday afternoon as
the autumnal day was drawing to a
nj, IT,, lou fhn1 Iii
last, after short but painful illness
ministered to his every want, but
this, combined with earthly skill, could
not stay the hands of the grim de-
stroyer. Mr.. Harlan was born and
raised at the Harlan homestead, near
Lipscomb, Tenn; died there, and was
laid to rest in the cemetery, which had
once been part of his fathers home.
He was an earnest member of the
Christian church, a kind neighbor, a
friend in need, hOspitable and cour-
teous in the social circle, kind, loving
and indulgent in his home, successful
bushes man, one who will ever be
missed by large circle of relatives and
friends, and more especially by those
who had visited in his home and par
taken of his ever-ready hospitality, for
heartbroken wife, six loving daughters
anS one son, to whom we extend our
warm, heartfelt sympathy.
Sometimes the night is very dark,
The way is rough and wounds our feet,
And life lies stretched out wan and
stark,
The winds blow fierce and falls the
sleet.
We fear, and fearing, fain would fall
Beneath the shadows dire distress,
But that we hear our Savior call,
Come unto me, ye weary laden,
And | will give you rest"
Sand often, when the waters roll
And surge and foam around us here
And threaten to engulf our souls,
Roaring and rolling swift and near,
Our strongest efforts seem in vain.
How can we 'scape so hard oppressed,
And then we hear that voice again,
Come unto me, We weary laden
And will give you rest"
"Some days our burdens bear us down,
We cannot see the far off skies;
The grim, gray cross obscures the
crown,
And in our hearts hope faints and dies,
But leaps to life when, sweet and low,
With love and merry full expressed,
These words across the silence go,
Come unto me, we weary laden,
And will give you rest"
Yea, Lord, we come to Thee in all
The evils that af1lict our day,
And at Thy feet repentant fall,
For doubts that daunt and fears tina
Stay.
Give unto us, o, give us more,
The strength to bear, the longing best.
Extend Thy shield our face before,
For we indeed are weary laden
And come to Thee for rest"
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