The sun., 1898-01-02

husband and father, SAMUEL HALE. who de
| parted this life six years ago today, November 26
lS9l Loved in life, in death remembered.
precious one from us has gone,
A voice we loved Is stilled
4 place is vacant in our home
| Which never can be filled
You are not forgotten, father, dear,
And never will you be;
For as long as life and memorylast,
We will rcmber thee.
BY His WIFE AND CHILDREN
"Now Just think Of that as a sequel tc
dying in Baltimore. It's bad enough tc
die once but to be chased through the
grave that way. Here's another :
I RAWLlNS.--In loving remembrance of JAME rs
RAWLINS, who died in San Jose, California, six
years ago today, December 2, 1891. Gone. but not
forgotten
Years may pass and Others forget
The beloved brother who died.
But ever spirit form will seem
To lingcr by my side.
BY HIS BROTHER.
"Wouldn't think that fellow was the
biggest drunk that ever struck Baltimore,
would you? lie was, though. That :
where the spirit form comes III. Here's
another. Listen
TIIOMAS.-In loving remembrance OF o,ls dear
beloved mother, ELIZABETH THOMAS, who
departed this life six years ago today, December
II. 1891. Gone. but not fJrgottcn.
Is it righ, to grievc for loved ones
Who have cachtd the glory land
And are safe from temptation,
with the happy ran,olncd band?
lave You mother? love her well
Nh!tc She is SIatcd ON earth.
Wait no, till death shall rall her hence
10 KNOW hCr precious worth.
q, >uDth her in iIcl hOtiis of Jain,
hc gentle and be- midi
How sweet twill Dc iur YOU to think
Auu'N" been faithful enid.
bY HER tn'LnEEM.
''lsli't that touching? That woman :
children worried her to death knew
her personality. But that isn't the point
! know that they will do he same thing
to me, that when | am dead and the
leaves fail Oh my grave some misguided
person VIII be shooting that stuff II my
tombstone. I've thought it over and
don't want to bc buried where there is
any possibility OF anything like that
happening to me.
Nv ha Eayr ever done that when 7
an dra,i some Epdy shuu,u come along
and fire svm,thins like that Oyc: my
crave?
mo matter how much affection they
might have wasted while was alive
ana didl't.-lt."y have nnright to make
ne the >chl"." lpr anything like that
wien lm dead.
"Nhy, II my wife was tu run any
tIlng like lis when | had been unurr
the uascs for a ycar-Wrll, would stay
alive to spite Lcr. What do You think
Of it?
Is MEMORlAM.
In memory of my beloved husband who died
December !, lS' one year ago today;
My loved husband is sleeping, 50 free from all
Pain,
o wake him not sweet spirit to suffer again:
He slunbtl> - suuldiy, . let him sleep ON,
His suiicringS aic over his troubles are gone
y think how he suffered with pain,
In those many hours that SoOthcd him in vain,
lil God in His mercy sent down from above
An angel that Whlsrrrcda Il message Of 1--we.
BY HIS WIFE.
Here are sO'',e more:
Gone but not forgotten
In lioy Cross autumn leaves are falling
| Inn silent grave,
Where my darling Maggie is sleeping,
The one tried to save.
BY HER MAMA.
In loving remembrance of my dearly beloved
daughter, who departed this life two years ago
today december IL, 1893. Gone, but not for
gotten.
When we asundcr part,
Ii gives us inward pain;
But we shall still bc joined in heart.
And holc to meet again.
BY HER MOTHER.
Talk about morbid customs 1t puts
me in mind Of the fellow who wrote
those old time jing'es:
The death angel smotc Alexander McIIuyh
And gave him rlotrartcd rrposc
Tie wore a pink shirt and II number nine shoe.
Ana had pink wort on his nose.
Come again--hcre's anothcr:
IN loving repentance of my beloved mnthcr,
who departed this life one year ago today.
You are not forgotten, mother dear,
Nor will you ever be:
For as long as life and memory last,
] will remember thee
Mother ut rest.
BY HER DAUGHTER.
And she died in Baltimore, and so
did this one:
We heard the brown uiails piping
Among the shcnNcs OF corn,
As we, by our mothers bedside,
sat waiting for the morn,
Her hands upon her Bosom
Seemed rasrcd in quiet sleep,
As in the fading shadows
We heard each other weep,
She stirred aS light was breaking
Across heavens starry DOME
And sad-don't weep, dear children,
I'm only going home.
Oswcct the thought with comfort,
When earthly lartingS come, |
The grave Is heavens gateway, |
Through which our friends go home.
And this: